#okabe rintarou x reader

[frickingnerd]

why don't you smile at me like that?

pairing: itaru hashida / daru x gn!reader x okabe rintarou

summary: okabe notices the way you smile at daru and decides to tease you a little bit!

"why don't you smile at me like that~?"

just moments ago, you had been talking to daru, but the second he went back to his computer, okabe had sneaked up behind you. 

"what…?" you turned to face the boy in the lab coat and raised an eyebrow. "what's that supposed to mean?"

okabe had a smug grin on his face, as he glanced towards daru, then back at you. 

"your face lights up whenever you talk to our superhacka–"

"hacker..!" you corrected okabe, whose grin only widened. 

"and then there's that. since when did you start correcting me about that? are you doing this to get on his good side~?" 

you hesitated to reply for a moment, then rolled your eyes and tried to squeeze past okabe. 

"if you leave now, i'll tell daru you have a crush on him–!!"

okabe grabbed your wrist and as soon as your head whipped around, you were met with his smug grin once more. 

"i have no idea what you are on about! i know you're not genuinely jealous, so stop playing around, hououin kyouma!" 

okabe huffed amused. 

"this is the first time you called me by my real name. you really must be desperate for me to keep this secret of yours, if you'd even debase yourself like this…"

you gently smacked your friend's arm, though enough for him to wince a bit. 

"if you tell daru about any of this, i'm going to do unspeakable things to you, got it kyouma~?"

you stared at okabe, who had to swallow. you really looked serious and he didn't want to anger you any further, so he decided to drop it. 

"fine, my lips will stay sealed…"

#okabe rintarou #rintarou okabe #okabe x reader #rintarou x reader #okabe rintarou x reader #rintarou okabe x reader #okabe #rintarou #daru x reader #itaru hashida x reader #itaru x reader #hashida x reader #hashida itaru #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #oneshot #steins;gate #steins gate #steins gate x reader #steins;gate x reader

[carissimipaixao]

— iii. FAMILIAR

published on: june 21, 2023 pairing: okabe rintarou & reader summary: the rain feels cold and unpleasant on your skin, but you try to convince yourself it's bearable. word count: 1.9k+ entries: i. | ii. | iii.

When the bell rings for the last time, [Name] heaves a long sigh of relief. Thursdays are the longest days of the week — the classes go as far as six in the afternoon, but the day never quite ends there. Besides, the days now feel very short, as the sky gets dark at roughly around five. She doesn’t live too far away, especially by train, but something unsettles her when it’s dark. Especially when it’s December.

She takes out her phone from the side pocket of her bag. No text messages. She stares for a moment or two, but she puts it away before it gets to her. Instead, she puts everything inside her bag and follows her classmates out of the room. Some turn to her in curiosity. It’s been more than two weeks since she’s been an internship student in Tokyo Denki University, but, besides the brief introduction that the teacher requested of her, nobody knows anything about her. Nobody knows her. She’s just minding her own business, away from everyone. That usually works well. The fewer problems she gets herself in, the better.

It’s gotten easy to walk through a crowded hallway, pretending nobody’s there. Everything sounds muffled, as if it’s happening in a distant place. [Name] just grips the right strap of the bag closer to herself, head hanging low, as she walks down the stairs. When she approaches the exit of the building, the first thing she sees is rain.

Damn it!

She opens up her bag, although she suspects already that the umbrella was left at home. She fumbles with the content of her bag, but, in the end, nothing is found. She groans and hangs her head in defeat, but then stands upright. It’s just a little bit of rain, [Name] thinks — or rather, tries to tell herself. You’ll be okay. She wraps her scarf closer to herself, puts her phone inside the pocket of her coat to avoid damage, and begins walking home.

The moment the rain touches her skin, she hisses. It shouldn’t be a surprise that it would be cold at this time of the year, but it’s never really satisfying to feel freezing cold water on you after you’ve been inside a warm building for nearly an entire day. Perhaps, it wouldn’t feel as bad if she had taken the chance to go to the cafeteria and get a warm coffee, with just the right amount of sugar in it. But, the more time she wastes inside the university, the later it gets, the worse she feels. You can get your coffee at home, don’t make such a fuss. The scolding tone in her own thoughts is not really her own, but it’s gotten so automatic to include her voice in her head, to make sure she doesn’t stray away from her path and her own errands. One can argue that it’s not exactly healthy, but, oh well… Old habits die hard.

She hears splashes behind her, increasingly getting closer, before she suddenly stops feeling the water on top of her head. ‘Careful, you’ll get a cold.’ She turns her head to see Okabe hunching slightly over her. He holds a black umbrella in his left hand, standing close — but not too close — to her so that both are protected from the rain. She stares up at him for a moment, caught off guard, and she observes his face and that small smile that’s on his lips.

‘...Thank you.’

His smile falls, and he frowns a little bit. ‘Are you okay? You look a little… upset.’ [Name] glances away, and makes herself look smaller as she pulls her arms closer to her body. He notices. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.’ Instead, they continue on their way, going through the gates of the university.

As per usual, there is a lot of traffic. Regardless of which region you are, Tokyo is still Tokyo. Many students are leaving in groups, perhaps to spend time together or accompany each other home. She can see a couple of lovebirds as well; even from a distance, the slight closeness between the two of them is enough to tell that the two are in a romantic relationship.

A car drives by, going above the speed limit. The sound snaps her back to reality. What are you doing? Pay attention! She murmurs under her breath, feeling her skin burn as she feels the young man’s gaze on her once again. They stop on the crosswalk, amongst a crowd, and they wait for the light to turn green. It’s as they stand there that it crosses her mind that she hasn’t even asked in which way he was going. Perhaps, he’d be heading home, and they would stop walking together.

Before the words can get out of her mouth, Okabe speaks. ‘Where are you headed? I’ll walk you to the station.’

‘You don’t need to…’ The thought of walking this close to him makes her paranoid. And guilty.

‘I’m not letting you get sick,’ he says and chuckles, trying to lighten up the mood. ‘I wouldn’t really be able to forgive myself, you know? Besides, it’s a quick jump to the sta—’ 

When he turns to take a look at her face, he finds himself fumbling with his words, his breath caught in his throat, upon seeing her eyes already on him. Okabe freezes on his tracks. There is something in her gaze that paralyzes him — it’s that seriousness, that seeming uncertainty. Thoughts are running wildly through her mind, mostly doubts and questions. She can’t name what she is feeling, but the selflessness and kindness she has been receiving from the few people she’s met in Japan feels unreal. Especially his.

They don’t really know each other. Besides the short conversation they had in the seminar, two weeks ago, which wasn’t unpleasant by any means, they haven’t had many encounters. They don’t share the same classes as Okabe initially speculated; thus, besides an occasional wave in the corridors or cafeteria, they haven’t really had the chance to get to know each other. Their schedules are different, and they are busy as they are, especially with exams and assignments around the corner. If anything, she would be catching up to the weeks worth of studies she hasn’t been able to follow while she was signing up for the internship.

But, that would most likely be a lie.

In truth, [Name] has been avoiding him. Though, not just him. She hasn’t been in touch with Naoko, besides the times they interact in school. The foreigner tells herself this is to protect herself, to avoid misunderstandings, and to make sure nothing goes wrong while she’s away from home. Many people say that what’s happened in the past is gone and over with, that it can’t come back to haunt you. But, it never hurts to take precaution, does it? Even if university can’t go as poorly as highschool did for her, [Name] is afraid it repeats itself.

Perhaps, taking an internship was a bad idea after all.

‘[Name]?’

It’s when he calls her name — bashfully, she notices, from his tone and the glow on his face, no longer from just the cold — that she realizes she has reached for the sleeve of his heavy coat. She blinks as she stares at her own hand, gripping tightly onto him, and slowly pulls it back into her pocket. She keeps her eyes on the sleeve, unable to look him in the eye.

Why would he care so much about her? Does he feel some sort of obligation to make sure her stay in Japan goes well? She wouldn’t be surprised if some teachers had assigned students to watch over her, to see if she needs help with anything — the language, assignments, possible misunderstandings. Naoko mentioned that, sometimes, students are responsible to keep an eye out for internship students, especially those from Western countries. In fact, hadn’t she said something amongst the lines of “contact me if you need anything”? Would that mean Naoko—

No, don’t even go there.

Okabe hardly knows her, yet it feels like he does. The thought that he is looking out for her, despite being in different years and the very few interactions they’ve had between each other makes the guilt within her heart grow. Perhaps, for all this time she has tried to keep herself isolated, within the circle of studies, she hasn’t noticed how much of an idiot she can come across as. She’d practically flee from Okabe and other classmates whenever she found an opportunity.  

‘...You’re a good person, Okabe,’ she murmurs under her breath. Taking a deep breath, she raises her head, watching him with that same seriousness from before. ‘Thank you for looking after me.’ Despite her initial thoughts, those words are sincere. It feels vulnerable, and [Name] isn’t quite sure if she likes it or not.

He opens his mouth, and a strange sound comes from his throat, as if he’s choked up on his words, unsure of what to say. It’s during those seconds where he’s confused and embarrassed that she takes notice of the situation — two people standing in the middle of the rain, having a heart-to-heart conversation. That’s how it feels like, and it’s not a completely unfamiliar feeling. If Naoko was here, she would surely say it’s just like a scene from a romance movie.

A sudden voice rings from the other side of the street. The crowd that was around them has long shifted, disappeared and replaced. [Name] looks up to see that the crosswalk light has been green for a long time, before turning to the figure that is jogging towards her and Okabe, umbrella in hand.

‘Tutturu~♪’

‘Mayuri,’ Okabe turns to the girl at the same time. The redness on his face is yet to vanish. ‘Sorry, I was just about to text you.’

‘That’s okay. Mayushii has just gotten here, too.’ The girl shakes her head with a gentle smile. Then, she turns to [Name], eyes wide in surprise and curiosity. ‘Huh? Who’s this?’

[Name] finds herself shrinking a little bit, now feeling hyper aware of the way she’s dressed, the way she brushed her hair which is half-soaked from the rain, the way that she probably didn’t brush her teeth that good this morning, the way that—

‘This is [Name],’ Okabe takes the matter into his own hands, politely introducing her to the highschool girl. There is a slight mispronunciation of her full name, but she isn’t entirely bothered by it; in fact, it nearly sounded perfect. ‘She’s an internship student at my university.’

‘Oh, you’re a foreigner?’ The girl — Mayuri — looks at her in amazement. Perhaps, she hasn’t seen many foreigners before. ‘Pleasure to meet you. I’m Shiina Mayuri, but you can call me Mayushii.’ She bows in greeting.

‘P-Pleasure to meet you as well,’ the young woman takes the hands out of her pockets and follows her example. When she’s done, she finds herself staring at that gentle, innocent smile, lost in thought.

‘Were you thinking of heading home?’ Okabe asks Mayuri, after watching their interaction carefully.

‘Well, Mayushii needs to stop by the lab to get some recipes that Yuki-san left for her.’ Mayuri puffs out her chest in confidence. ‘And Mayushii will execute them to the best of her abilities, following the lessons of her mentor!’

For some reason, Okabe shivers next to her. Before she can think about it any further, he turns to look at her instead, giving her a calm smile. ‘Where are you headed?’

‘Uh,’ she fidgets a little bit on her feet, ‘Akihabara.’

Both blink at her, before Mayuri (shouldn’t it be Mayushii, if she clearly prefers the sound of that name?) pulls the umbrella closer to her as she steps closer, to avoid being too close to the road as the light has turned red again. ‘Then, it’s decided. Akihabara it is!’

#okabe rintarou #okabe rintaro #rintarou okabe #rintaro okabe #okabe rintarou x reader #okabe rintaro x reader #rintarou okabe x reader #rintaro okabe x reader #x reader #reader-insert #fanfic #fanfiction #steinsgate #steinsgate 0 #steins;gate #steins;gate 0 #fic: familiar

[discontinuousqualia]

Looking for a Beta Reader (again)

Since my actual Beta has their hands full with a HUGE story (I still feel bad for burdening them so much ;;) I'm looking for someone who can proofread 3 short stories.

Some info about them:

- The main pairing is Okakuri (Okabe Rintarou x Makise Kurisu) from the Steins;Gate series.

-There are some minor spoilers on Steins;Gate 0.

- Each story is shorter than 3000 words (the shortest is 2000 words long and the longest about 2700)

Please consider saving this wannabe potato ficwriter by reblogging this post, you'll have all my gratitude (and some cookies)!

#okakuri #steins;gate #beta reader #fanfiction #halp

[frickingnerd]

OMG yess!! I was waiting for Steins;Gate to be included in the fandom list again ; u ; Only a few have requested S;G stuff from what I've seen (very cute oneshots btw 🥺) so I'll do my best to keep the ball rolling while it lasts! I have an idea about that: what about Okabe Rintaro, who you're best friends with, teasing you for having a crush on Daru? I think that'd be funny considering how Okarin is like heh Congrats on the 1k followers btw! Absolutely deserved!! Keep up the great work 💕

here you go!

hope you'll enjoy it! :D and thank you <3

#wandapinkay #request #hashida itaru x reader #okabe rintarou x reader

[frickingnerd]

you're out of touch & i'm out of time

pairing: okabe rintarou x gn!reader

summary: you got ereased from this worldline. or at least that's what the message okabe got from you says. not like he could actually remember you...

okabe was well aware of the different timelines and how dangerous it was to mess with them. he had learned first hand what could happen if you try to change the past and how much he could mess up the future. but this time, he wasn't the one that had messed up… 

you were the one who had changed the past and therefore your own future. though okabe wasn't even sure who you really were. all he had to go off was a video that he had been sent. a video that he thought was just a prank at first, but that he had been unable to forget for the last few days. 

"if you're seeing this, i'm no longer here. it means there's a timeline where i have never even existed. you won't remember me, but i'll always remember you, okabe. i don't know where i'll be or who i'll be… but i know that i love you! please, find me…!"

okabe had never seen your face before. at least you were right about that: he didn't know who you were. but he couldn't help but believe you were telling the truth. that tearful voice of yours sounded too real to brush off as a joke. 

if he believed your words, then that meant you had changed the timeline and nobody but you was aware of it. it also meant that you and him had been in love with each other… or at least you were in love with him. if you had truly been a couple, how could he have forgotten about you? then again, you didn't even exist on this worldline… 

to say okabe was confused was an understatement! still, he believed you. he couldn't help but believe in what you said. which meant he had to find a way to get you back! and maybe then he'd get his memory of you back as well…

#rintarou okabe #okabe rintarou #okabe rintarou x reader #rintarou okabe x reader #rintarou x reader #okabe x reader #okabe #rintarou #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #steins gate #steins;gate #steinsgateanime #steins;gate 0 #sciadv #science adventure series #science adventure #angst #drabble #oneshot #headcanons

[frickingnerd]

Steins;Gate Masterlist

Rintarou Okabe

you're out of touch & i'm out of time - oneshot

why don't you smile at me like that? - oneshot

Kurisu Makise

makise kurisu falling asleep on your shoulder - headcanons

Mayuri Shiina

first kiss with mayuri - headcanons

Suzuha Amane

Itaru Hashida / Daru

why don't you smile at me like that? - oneshot

cuddling with daru - headcanons

crushing on suzuha amane - headcanons

Rumiho Akiha / Faris

changing the worldline - drabble

Luka Urushibara

luka falling in love with you - headcanons

Moeka Kiryuu

i'd die for you - drabble

#steins;gate x reader #steins;gate #okabe rintarou #makise kurisu #mayuri shiina #itaru hashida #suzuha amane #rumiho akiha #faris #luka urushibara #moeka kiryuu #rintarou okabe #kurisu makise #rintarou okabe x reader #okabe rintarou x reader #makise kurisu x reader #kurisu makise x reader #mayuri shiina x reader #itaru hashida x reader #suzuha amane x reader #amane suzuha x reader #amane suzuha #faris x reader #rumiho akiha x reader #luka urushibara x reader #moeka kiryuu x reader #x reader #moeka kiryu #hououin kyouma #steins gate

[carissimipaixao]

— ✴ ｆａｍｉｌｉａｒ ;

AO3 | i. SPOTIFY | ii. SPOTIFY (coming soon) publication date: tenth january, mmxxiii word count: 5k+ status: in progress

❝and all the other jewels around me they astounded me at first i covered up my heart in boundaries and all the fakes, they called me cursed❞

— ❝solitaire❞ (marina)

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 ╰ 𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘐𝘕𝘚;𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘌 ─ okabe rintarou & reader

...in which a new foreign exchange student in tokyo denki university finds her fate intertwined with the one of an “okabe rintarou”.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

❝ 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗 ❞ ❯ main series!

#okabe rintarou #rintarou okabe #rintaro okabe #okabe rintaro #okabe rintarou x reader #okabe x reader #rintarou okabe x reader #steins;gate #steins;gate 0

[carissimipaixao]

─ ii. FAMILIAR

published on: february 10, 2023 pairing: okabe rintarou & reader summary: as luck may have it, you are able to return the mistaken manual to its rightful owner. word count: 1.8k+ entries: i. | ii. | iii. note: this is be a multiple-chapters fanfic, and each entry will be numbered accordingly on the top of the story. if you are reading this from a reblog, don’t forget to check the original at my blog, due to broken or missing links! second note: slight changes, including a pov change from 3rd person to 2nd person!

You have never been one to mingle with the big crowds. They often feel caging, as if you have been locked up with no possible exit in sight or at least an exit that wouldn’t invoke a hundred and then some gazes upon your fleeing figure. Moreover, you always feel claustrophobic when you are surrounded by people, after all. However, if there is free food involved, it is a worthy sacrifice.

It has been based on that reasoning that you decide to attend a seminar at Akihabara Techno Forum, accompanied by a new friend you made at the beginning of the week at University. Perhaps, the reason you two clicked so easily — and so quickly — is because of Naoko’s warm personality, despite her playful nature. Then again, unlike many, Naoko has never once glanced at you as if you were some sort of freak.

However, something had come up at the last minute, and Naoko had been requested by her aunt to come over and watch over her little cousins while she was away for a business meeting. Although the news have slightly upsetted you, you think against going home; after all, you have made your best to draw out time. Spending most of the afternoon in the library, writing down notes and finishing up some homework, you have also wasted some of your time on public transport, not to mention the time you sat outside the building, waiting for Naoko. Life’s too short, you have reasoned with yourself. As well as my wallet.

And that leads to where you now stand — by an exit door as you watch in mild boredom, the ice in your glass twirling along the movements of your wrist as you twitch it to an imaginary tempo. It was an interesting seminar, you wouldn’t deny that, but, because the subject is not really part of your own expertise and you were often lost in context, you had guiltily found yourself drifting into sleep multiple times. Well, if anything, you can just blame it on your unhealthy sleeping schedule and the stress.

With a sigh, you open your purse to pull out your phone, unlocking the screen to find an unread message by Naoko. Unable to fight off the smile that has bloomed on your face, you swipe up.

Naoko * please, save me orz * they’re too hyperactive for an old woman like me

You * come on, don’t tell me you’ll give up that easily. plus, aren’t i the older one here?

Naoko * my apologies, obaa-chan * how was the seminar?

You * it was interesting, it was about some sort of AI that they are developing. it seems to behave the same as the original person, while also having their memories.

Naoko * oh, that seems cool! * wonder if they take volunteers?

You * isn’t one naoko enough?

Naoko * harsh * i actually regret not attending, but it seems to have lasted long enough for me to have napped at least through the entire thing

You * don’t remind me * i almost fell asleep, but hey, let’s talk about this more later. i’m sure the newspaper and the media will be talking about this amadeus project soon enough.

In the corner of your eye, amongst the sea of bright colors, there is a sudden spot of black. The bold color immediately draws your attention, and you raise your head to stare. The person has their back turned to you, their shoulders dropped in what appears to be a mix of exhaustion and disappointment. Yet, the more you stare, a confusing sense of familiarity slowly begins to settle in, finally culminating into realization the moment the person turns their head ever so slightly. Your brain immediately replays the events of the previous day — your very first day at Tokyo Denki — but the scenario that you have caused by bumping into another student and stranger makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Suddenly, the weight of your bag seems to increase, as you recall the existence of a red book.

You put your phone away, observing the young man for another quiet moment, and take a deep breath as you clenches a hand around the strap of your shoulder bag. Each step you take, as you near the man who remains oblivious to your approach, makes your heart thump a little bit quicker, and the sound reverbs in your ears. Your lungs fill up with air, one more time, before the anxiety can overtake you.

The man is just within your reach, and you notice how his eyes are ever so slightly narrowed. Before you can distract yourself any further — because you cannot avoid the inevitable —, you reach for him, moving to tap his arm. However, you quickly decide against it and, instead, clear your throat. The man jumps, being abruptly brought back to reality,  and he turns around.

His reaction is immediate, and, just as before, his eyes widen and his body goes stiff.

‘Good evening,’ you begin, your heart racing as you fight the urge to look away from that intense and disconcerting gaze. Whatever it holds, it beckons a weird sense of fight or flight within you. You blame it on your anxiety, which is certainly increasing the more the silence grows.

The stranger — or, Okabe, as the name that was written on the manual suggests — opens his mouth, but no sound comes out.

You continue, ‘I wanted to apologize. For bumping into you yesterday, that is.’ You internally debate whether or not you should bow deeply, whilst taking into consideration that he seems to be around the same age as you. Either way, you do a quick bow, ‘Please, forgive me.’

He closes his mouth, his jaw nearly clicking, and clears his throat. ‘No, it’s alright. I should’ve been more careful.’ He chuckles quietly, ‘I admit I wasn’t paying that much attention to where I was going.’

Yet, despite the attempt to brush the incident under the rug, you can still see how he remains tense.

Maybe, he’s just shy and awkward, just as you are.

But, upon seeing how his face appears a bit whiter than it should be?

‘Are you alright?’ you ask, frowning. ‘You don’t look so good.’ You glance around the room and lean slightly forward, lowering your voice. ‘Do you want me to get someone?’

‘Huh?’ He blinks. Then, he waves a hand, whilst giving you a reassuring smile. ‘No, no, I’m alright.’ When you don’t look convinced, he adds, ‘I’m just tired. It’s just been a long day.’ His eyes wander to the side, for a moment, as he takes a deep breath. It almost looks like he is purposefully avoiding your gaze, just as you had tried not to do moments ago. But, you don’t press. Instead, you watch as he exhales slowly. It reminds you of what you often do when you are burdened by your inner storms.

And, just like that, the conversation seems to come to a halt.

Well, you bite your lip, this is awkward.

You begin to reach inside your bag, which draws the student’s attention back to you. ‘Before I forget,’ you say as you pull out the engineering manual. ‘I know this isn’t exactly the best spot to return something, but better now than ever.’ You hand it out to him. ‘It seems like, while I rushed to the classroom, I accidentally took your book, instead of mine.’

He stares at the manual for a moment, before exclaiming in recognition. He carefully grabs the book from your hand — and you try to ignore the sensation left behind by the tips of his fingers against your skin — and opens the cover, nodding upon seeing his name on the very first page. He meets your eyes with another chuckle, although, this time, it doesn’t appear as forced or nervous. ‘So, this is where it was. And here I was, thinking I had lost it.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m too clumsy,’ you give him an embarrassing smile. But, he shakes his head.

‘That’s alright,’ he soothes her. ‘You were in a hurry, from what I can remember. Plus, mistakes happen.’ His eyes widen for a split second, as if he has realized something, and his lips quirk timidly. ‘Then, I’m guessing that the book I took is yours.’

You nod, ‘Most likely. But, no worries. You can just give it back to me tomorrow or whenever it’s possible. It’s okay.’ you suddenly extend her arm, feeling slightly more comfortable as time passes, ‘Oh, where are my manners?’ You give him your name, smiling warmly.

After putting the book under the wing of his arm, the black-haired man gently grabs your hand, a soft smile on his face, ‘Okabe Rintarou. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’

‘The pleasure is all mine.’

Okabe tilts his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. ‘Are you a new student at Tokyo Denki University?’

‘I guess you could say so. I’m doing an internship.’ You look to the side, staring out the distant window as you watch the city lights flicker. ‘I’ve always wanted to visit Japan, anyway. So, two birds with one stone.’

Something shifts in his eyes, but you can’t decipher it fast enough.

‘So, you’ve never been to Japan before,’ he muses, although it puzzles you how it sounds much more like a statement, rather than a question. ‘Which major are you in?’

‘Same as you, engineering.’

‘We may be sharing some classes in the future, then,’ Okabe nods, his smile growing as a joyful glint appears in his eye. ‘If you need help with anything, don’t hesitate to ask.’

You beam up at him. Somehow, you feel at ease when talking to Okabe, despite the fact that you two have just met — well, officially, anyway. Even though you also clicked just as quickly with Naoko, there is something different about this student that makes you feel so comfortable. ‘Thank you! That’s actually very kind of you.’ You will certainly need all the help you can get.

Suddenly, something comes to mind.

‘Wait, hold up,’ you raise her hand, frowning. Okabe blinks. ‘Weren’t you the one, just now, who argued with the audience?’ His back straightens. ‘Something about how skepticism would “stop the progress”?’

The young man grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck. You swear you see a touch of pink beginning to bloom across his cheeks, and you smirk. The amused expression causes him to look away. ‘Don’t laugh,’ he murmurs. ‘It’s embarrassing.’

You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your giggle. Not that it stops Okabe from hearing it.

As impossible as it would be to believe, his face gets redder by the second. ‘I just—’

‘It’s alright, Okabe,’ you say. ‘You don’t have to explain yourself, especially to me of all people.’ You straighten your back, giving him an approving nod. ‘I actually think you did well to speak your mind. It was brave, and I personally didn’t enjoy the man’s tone, either.’ Okabe pauses, staring at your faraway expression before it quickly morphs into another teasing smirk. ‘For someone who looks so shy, you actually have a lot of guts, huh?’

‘Give me a break,’ his shoulders drop with an exasperated sigh, and his reaction only makes you giggle, once again. Yet, his lips curl into a smile.

#okabe rintarou #okabe rintaro #rintaro okabe #rintarou okabe #okabe rintarou x reader #okabe rintaro x reader #rintarou okabe x reader #rintaro okabe x reader #x reader #reader #reader-insert #fanfic #fanfiction #steins;gate #steinsgate #steins;gate 0 #steinsgate 0 #steins;gate zero #fic: familiar

[carissimipaixao]

─ i. FAMILIAR

[ sixth entry of the thirty themes challenge ]

published on: january 10, 2023

pairing: okabe rintarou & reader

summary: being about as lucky as a black cat, you are able to sign up for an internship, landing in tokyo denki university.

word count: 1.2k

soundtrack: as the world caves in (matt maltese)

entries: i. | ii.

note: this will be a multiple-chapters fanfic, and each entry will be numbered accordingly on the top of the story. if you are reading this from a reblog, don’t forget to check the original at my blog, due to broken or missing links!

second note: link to the masterpost!

third note??: small changes, but definitely changed the pov!

There is something fascinating about the way the snow falls upon the streets of Tokyo. It lands softly on the ground, not unlike a butterfly’s kiss, and it covers the busy streets in an angelic whiteness that strikes your heart with a sense of nostalgia and longing. It reminds you of childish wonder, curiously enough. Though, as much as you would love to lose yourself in Tokyo, as much as you would enjoy getting to know more of its culture and people, you have to firmly remind yourself why you are here in the first place.

It had been joyful news when you received two lone letters, inside the otherwise empty mailbox — a letter announcing the final results of the internship program you had signed up for, and another, from the university she wished to temporarily study at. In fact, upon receiving the results, you had barely given it any thought, rushing to pack your bags and daydreaming about the moment you would set your feet inside that plane and fly across the globe. Back home, your teachers had always mentioned — in the highest of regards — the university’s long partnership with Tokyo Denki University, and it seemed obvious, from the start, why they would be so proud of that relationship. After all, Tokyo Denki is one of the biggest universities there is when it comes to engineering and biology courses.

However, despite your excitement, you should have known better ━ things never went your way. And, it had become glaringly apparent once more when you began your first day at school by waking up much later than you had initially expected and by, consequently, arriving ungracefully late to class. You had missed the train you were meant to catch and had to wait for the next one, while the thought of walking over twenty minutes loomed over your head. When you finally arrive at the University, with a very long and profoundly ashamed apology planned out — and recited — in the back of your mind, you proceed to nearly enter the wrong classroom, just a few moments before something in your mind clicked, telling you that hey, maybe, you should check your schedule, just in case.

A good start, as always.

But, this is not entirely your fault, right? You try to reason with yourself.

You’re only a foreigner in an unknown country, by yourself and with no one else to look after you. No Mommy or Daddy to pack your lunch and remind you of which bus or which train you have to pick and at what time. You are aware that you should have studied the schedules in advance, but having focused solely on unpacking your bags and trying to live through the jet lag had been stronger than you. Additionally, you know you ought to talk to someone, preferably someone from your own class, so that you can learn more about the public transportation that is available to your liking, as well as the University itself.

However, a much bigger part of you is against that idea.

Making friends — as embarrassing as it is to admit — has never been your strongest point. You have always been in your own corner, away from everyone, fearing what they would think of you. But, now? With the threat of being scolded right in your first day at the Japanese university (as you have seen your own professors do before)?

I already know I’ll be known as this girl who always arrives late, who is irresponsible, who━

Lost in your thoughts, as you rounds the corner, you collide into something—

No, someone.

Your eyes fall immediately on your belongings, scattered across the floor. You huffs lightly, but murmurs a quick apology as you kneel to grab everything as fast as you can. ‘I’m so sorry.’ Why, oh why, am I so clumsy, again? The man mirrors your movements, an apology coming out of his lips as he, too, begins to gather the papers and the manual that had fallen. You spare a glance around the ground, looking at the papers you have already gathered in your hands, and you finally watch in increasing anxiety as the stranger takes hold of the last papers.

All of your personal information, including your new schedule and internship declaration, are in those papers; it’d be best if they were not lost. It is not really necessary to carry all that documentation around, but you prefer to. Prevention is better than cure, after all (especially when one’s biography is filled with incidents that could have been avoided if you would have just listened to that proverb).

The stranger in front of you exhales a sigh, lining up the papers in his hands so that they are neatly organized. Both of you stand up in a nearly comedic synchronicity, reaching for your fallen books as you do, and your eyes meet. His breath catches in his throat, as whatever words he has planned to utter refuse to come out. His eyes widen and, just as his body appears to freeze, you feel your own tense. Suddenly, that feeling — your insecurities — begin to surface, your head ringing once again. You feel like an outlander, out of place, and you remind yourself that you are only a foreigner — simply and forevermore an outsider. You have always played that part, anyway.

You spare a quick glance at the clock in the wall, ignoring how your fingers twitch, beat by beat, and turn to the man, avoiding his gaze altogether. As if not wishing to alert a tiny, vulnerable animal, you reach for the papers in his hands. You force a polite smile — perhaps the equivalent of a dog’s, attempting to mimic its master — and bow your head.

‘Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me.’ Not wasting any second, you walk around him, continuing on your journey to the classroom. Your pace is slower than before, and you take deep breaths to calm down your heart, to shut away the fears and insecurities that had creeped in your brain and taken over. The classroom is near, you tell yourself and mentally prepare yourself for whatever punishment the professor decides to give you for your lateness, as well as for the curious and amused — outsider, outsider — stares of your new colleagues.

Yet, you can’t brush off the uncomfortable feeling that is crawling up your skin — a sensation left behind by the widened stare of that stranger. Something about it pulls on your heart’s strings. You saw a storm of emotions in them, in just those short seconds. Fright, surprise, confusion, chaos unleashed. It was perplexing, but you decide not to pay it any mind.

Hopefully, you think to yourself, we won’t see each other ever again. And then, I can sleep peacefully at night.

Much to your dismay, however, the sight of a red book on top of your desk promises otherwise. The written name on the very first page of the engineering manual seems to be laughing at you, mockingly, because, after all, the Universe has an unique and twisted sense of humor. By either fate or just plain bad luck, you know you will be seeing Okabe Rintaro again.

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[carissimipaixao]

Your mission has always been the same. To locate any possible scientific inventions that imply they are capable of interfering with the space-time continuum, to hack through computers and devices of those who search anything remotely related to time machines and who may potentially be setting up a theory of their own. Your orders always come from above, a superior, but not quite the leader of the group. Those who control time control the world — the present, past and future. And, it’s a power which humans are unworthy of.

— nemesis (okabe rintarou)

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[carissimipaixao]

─ T̷̞̾̌H̴̩̃͊Ȓ̴̡͙̰̄̿Ō̷̰̮̉̈U̸͗͛͜G̷̛̟̥H̷͎̿͛ ̴̝͔̍ͅT̷̡̘̙̋͒̓H̴͓͑̾̚E̸̼͕͊ ̶͚͙̬̍̅Ŵ̵̠̮O̸̬͊͝R̸̭̋̒̎L̴̥̺͎̋͆̑D̷̻̟͔̀͝L̸̼̈́́͋ͅḮ̵̺́N̵͓͖̪̕Ĕ̸͇͂͠S̵͓̤̑̓

published on: september 23, 2021

pairing: okabe rintarou & reader

word count: 1.8k+

gif credit: me!

note: had this laying around and thought it’d be a stupid idea to let it go to waste. so, here you ago! by the way, this is a crossover with loki (2021), because, while rewatching steins;gate zero, something clicked in my monkey brain.

additional note: everyone (but okabe) is speaking english, thus the western-style of okabe’s name popping up here and there. no loki involved, i’m afraid. just good ol’ mobius and the tva, whose building i still don’t know or understand.

The intercom on the desk beeps.

Mobius immediately reaches for it, although his gaze never strays away from your own. ‘Yes?’

‘We’ve got an issue.’

The man’s shoulders drop with a heavy sigh. ‘We always have an issue. What’s the issue?’

‘A prisoner has escaped.’

You raise an eyebrow, unable to keep the interest and curiosity from your face. Mobius notices. He puts the intercom away as he stands. Mobius walks around the table and pulls out a key. Once your handcuffs click open, he ushers, ‘Time to go.’

‘And where are we going?’ You ask, rubbing your wrists.

‘Well,’ he starts, ‘if there’s something I’ve learnt from you, it’s that you can’t be left alone for too long.’ He winks and knocks twice on the table, before moving to the door. ‘Let’s move.’

You don’t hesitate.

As you scroll through the hallway, meeting the skeptical but wary eyes of many soldiers, Mobius reaches for his intercom. ‘Who are we looking for, exactly?’

‘Rintarou Okabe,’ a hunter replies. You raise your head at the name, and you swallow dry. ‘A variant from Beta Worldline.’

‘Oh, at least it’s not from Alpha,’ he chuckles. He turns to you, mouthing “crazy”. But, you don’t care enough to ask for an explanation.

No. Suddenly, all you care about is wrapping your hands around the throat of that one variant. No matter the worldline, no matter the timeline, he is still the very same — the same scumbag who has blessed your days with blood and scars.

‘What do we do?’

‘Track him,’ Mobius says. ‘But, whatever you do, don’t engage with the variant.’ His gaze is back on you. ‘I have a plan.’

‘What are you planning, exactly?’ You snap, narrowing your eyes. ‘If you think I’m going to help you—’

‘I’m afraid you don’t have much choice, D6.’ The man is already inside the lift, holding the door up for you.

You have already stopped walking, crossing your arms. ‘What makes you so sure I won’t just kill him?’

The sudden question makes him hum in thought, before he tilts his head and points to the collar around your neck. ‘That will keep you from doing as you please. I know how you feel about Rintarou—’

‘You don’t know shit.’

‘I know a lot of things about you,’ he says, but his tone makes her believe he has said that line many times before. He pauses, staring at her face. ‘But, looking at you now, it’s clear to see you are dying to see what this is all about. You want to see a familiar face, because you find comfort in what’s familiar and close to you. Isn’t that why you joined the organization?’

You tense up.

‘Right, sore spot,’ he mumbles. ‘Well, come on. The quicker we find him, the quicker we can go back to our pretty game of twenty questions.’ The intercom begins beeping once again, and he instinctively reaches for it but doesn’t answer at first. No, he keeps staring at you with this expectant look on his face. ‘What do you say?’

You glance to the side, only for a moment. You are curious to know where you are and how this whole place works. You want to know what the hell is the TVA and who is behind it, just so you can go home — once and for all. Most importantly, you want to know why Okabe, of all people, would be here. Then again, perhaps he was here for the same reason as you were. For a crime against the sacred timeline.

Whatever that means.

You finally respond by entering the lift and watching the doors close in silence.

Mobius, next to you, answers the intercom, smiling faintly.

‘Sector Nine,’ the same hunter quickly announces. ‘He is moving towards the Northern balcony. We are keeping a safe distance from the variant.’

‘Good job,’ he praises. ‘We’re on our way.’

The older man presses a button, and the elevator quickly begins its descent. You take a deep breath, clenching your fists by your sides — your normal reaction to when you are nervous or anticipating conflict. Mobius glances at you, observing, but turns back to the doors. For some reason, the silence feels welcoming. But, it doesn’t last long.

As soon as the doors open, a robotic voice welcoming you to Sector Nine, Mobius all but rushes down the hall, having turned right. You follow him closely, rolling your shoulders, and observe the multiple posters that line up the walls, as well as small monitors which display the current state of various worldlines.

‘Here’s what I want you to do,’ Mobius begins. ‘I want you to approach the variant, and I want you to be calm.’ He gives her a look.

You frown. It’s as if you’re being scolded by your mother, all over again.

‘Chances are, Rintarou will see you and think you’re just your Beta self. He will calm down, he will let you get closer.’

‘Do you really think he can be that easily convinced?’

‘If you play your role right, which I know you will, then yes,’ Mobius reassures. He places a hand on your shoulder, stopping you as you approach the end of the hall. ‘I want you to get close to him. Make him calm down, and just be patient and selfless.’

‘I’m not—’

He shushes you gently. You pause, and his lips turn upwards into a smile. ‘Despite what you’ve gone through with the organization,’ he starts, his voice lowered into a soft whisper, ‘I know you haven’t changed that much. I know you’re still you, deep down.’

Who are you, exactly?

The man suddenly presses something onto your hand. ‘Be careful.’ He raises his hand towards the entrance of the balcony and nods approvingly. How can someone you have never met in your life and, yet, someone who seems to know you so well be so positive? How can Mobius, despite knowing your deeds, be so encouraging, expecting the best of you?

He may be disappointed.

You peek around the corner, through the arched doorway. You swallow, upon seeing a figure stand in what appears to be awe and shock. Your eyes roam the figure, up and down, and, as they fall upon the messy hair, you recall the faint memory of grabbing onto those black locks, shoving his head back and pressing a knife to his throat.

Take it easy, you tell yourself.

You step out of the hall and quietly begin to walk into the room. The variant remains oblivious to your presence, and you know it is due to your training and experience when it comes to sneaking behind your targets. He exhales shakily and he leans to support his weight against the railing, his head dropped.

The sight makes you stop.

Somehow, you have never seen him look so defeated.

You understand that he may be feeling just as lost as you are, but, there is something about Okabe — about this variant, you remind yourself — that pulls slightly on your heart strings. He looks like he has given up, like he is ready to embrace whatever is thrown at him.

It unsettles you.

You glance over your shoulder and find yourself sharing a look with Mobius, who gives a firm nod before disappearing around the corner once again. You roll your eyes and turn back to the variant. You take another set of steps forward, although, this time, you are bolder. And, it earns you the response you had expected.

He spins around, his eyes wide and fearful.

You frown, tilting your head to the side. ‘...Okabe?’

The young man opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled breath, broken and confused. Even from the distance between you two, it is easy to see how he shakes.

You slowly approach him, your eyes fixated on the way his body grows even stiffer, on the way his eyes wander across your face, down your body. He seems to be in search of something, you conclude. But, you’re more worried about his stance, about how he may react to you.

You don’t know him, not as much as you feel like you know him, despite how similar they look. In the man that stands in front of you, you see nothing, however, that reassembles that blunt and cold person that you have been fighting for a long time. There is no emotionless stare, no chin held up high, no weapon in hand. He looks normal, perhaps as normal as both of you would have been — or perhaps how you are in another godforsaken worldline.

He calls your name, and the vulnerability makes you flinch.

‘What—why?’ He mutters. 

You only feign a gentle smile.

He stares at you, as if he is looking directly into your soul. You begin to think that, as you had suspected, he knows you are not who he thinks you actually are. But, the silence is killing you, more so than the pain that is clearly visible in his eyes. Something must have happened.

‘Okabe,’ you call.

Somehow, those words make the young man’s walls finally crack and, before you know it, his arms are wrapped around your body. You are stiff in a flash, but he doesn’t appear to notice. No, he is more preoccupied with pressing his face against the crook of your neck, as he leans against you.

‘You’re here,’ he whispers, breathlessly — and you hear his voice crack. ‘You’re here and you’re safe.’

‘From what?’ You ask, lowering your voice. Yet, despite Mobius’ request to play your role, you find yourself unable to embrace the man, even if your heart has broken a little bit. Maybe, you look just like your Beta variant, but you would never allow yourself to be as passionate and vulnerable as she.

Especially to him.

He still hasn’t answered your question; instead, he presses his face harder against your skin and you feel something wet dripping down your neck. He’s crying, you realize. But, why?

‘Okabe,’ you slowly raise your arms. ‘Everything’s okay.’

He sniffs, refusing to move away.

‘It’s okay,’ your lips curl into a calm smile. ‘Sleep.’ The Beta variant of Okabe pauses, and you repeat, ‘Sleep.’

When he opens his mouth, a confused sound escaping through, it suddenly morphs into a strangled scream.

He goes stiff and begins to fall back, his muscles completely paralyzed. You only watch, clear disinterest in your eyes. Okabe gasps for breath, as he lays on the floor. ‘W-what?’ He attempts to speak louder and clearer, but you realize that whatever tool you just used is too strong for even someone as Rintarou Okabe.

‘Sleep,’ you say the same word, and your voice is harsher, your eyes colder. His gaze is stormy — confusion, betrayal, shock. You don’t know which one hurts you the most, but you tell yourself that you aren’t supposed to care, even if he was a low variant of your enemy. ‘Sleep, Okabe.’

Mobius appears by your side, and both of you tower over the Japanese young man as he tries to fight off the inevitable. His eyes swin between you two, but, before he can say anything, they close and his body finally stills.

‘Good job, D6.’

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