#dcst fluff

[junosmindpalace]

s/o asking dcst characters what hairstyle do they like the best on them? (like braid, low/high ponytail, bun, hair down, etc?) some fluff :)

preferably with senku, gen, ryusui, sai and tsukasa, but feel free to change the characters if you want to ^_^

thank you very much for you request!

a/n: if the premise didn't give it away...reader is implied to have long enough hair for styling in certain ways, but i did my best to be vague ;,)

SENKU: hair tied back.

-He’s not the type to care so much as to have a preference. Consciously, at least.

-But you spend loads of time with him in the lab, doing experiments or just spectating as he performs his own. Either way, most of your time with Senku is spent with your hair tied back. 

-Whether it be a headband or hair clips or a hair tie, you’ve gotta have it outta the way when you’re in the lab. So for the most part Senku is accustomed to seeing you with your hair back.

-And as everyone knows, science is his greatest love. He loves doing experiments, he loves learning about science, he loves talking about it, he loves it when people indulge him in his rants and is able to talk about it unfiltered with the person on the other end not only being able to keep up, but add on to the conversation meaningfully. 

-And you do all of that. 

-The connection here is weird, but bear with it!!

-There is nothing more attractive to Senku than someone who is passionate, and can keep up with him, as his general company usually cannot. Someone who takes an interest in his interests, and are capable and witty--and kind. 

-And because you spend so much time with Senku doing science related activities--going to museums, doing experiments, talking about theories, spending time in the lab--that big love of science sort of becomes synonymous with you.

-He starts seeing you just a little differently during all of those times when your hair is back; when you say something witty, when you laugh victoriously at a successful or aweful experiment, when you challenge his views with ideas of your own. When you best demonstrate your intellect and curiosity, all things that Senku finds leave a stirring in his chest and when he sort of views you at your most beautiful, your hair is tied back.

-So even though on the surface he really doesn’t care how you choose to wear your hair, subconsciously, he’ll always find you at your most beautiful when your hair is back, associating it with the thing that made him so attractive to you in the first place. 

“I don’t really care.”

“Can you for once not be difficult?” You deadpan from behind your goggles. He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he responds to your question, keeping his eyes trained on the various beakers in front of him as he circles the counter they were sitting on. You huff as you approach the opposite end of the counter, lowering yourself to be at eye level with his engrossed gaze. “I mean--really? You don’t have any style that stands out to you?”

“Maybe if you randomly shaved it all off.”

“So you like buzzcuts?” 

“I don’t care.” He repeats back, this time finally looking up to shoot you an irritated look through a slit in between two beakers, and you huff, muttering about how he’s no fun before getting back to the experiment at hand. 

But when he’s certain you aren’t paying attention to him any longer, he lets his eyes find you again, and they linger as he takes in your features. 

He can’t help but think back to your question as he does so, his mind simulating various styles he’s seen you wear your hair in almost like a makeover game. 

They’ve all been nice, every single one he envisions in his mind. Some quirkier and more elaborate than he personally prefers in general, but still; nice. 

The simulation ends in his mind's eye and he’s back to present day you, with your hair tied back as it often is with all the experiments the two of you work on, and he can’t help but think he has a certain appreciation he just can’t describe for it. All he knows is that he likes it and that it suits you it in a way that leaves his heart skipping a beat, and if he really had to answer your question, he’d probably say that he preferred this style.

GEN: hair down, framing face.

-It’s a more modern, glamorous preference, what can he say. 

-It’s pretty stereotypical, but there’s a reason why it’s so appealing. 

-He likes how perfect your hair looks, as if you came out of a dream. 

-It just takes his breath away; of course you look gorgeous any time, but when you go out of your way to style your hair all shiny with delicate and elaborate pieces framing your face, his breath gets caught in his throat and he’s staring a little too much. 

-It’s maybe because it’s more rare; you’re not always going to have the energy to style your hair so elaborately, so it’s more of a treat that he can’t help but appreciate. It’s a good kind of different. It only enhances your already gorgeous features and he can’t help but grow warm at the sight. 

-He’s embarrassing, really. It’s soo obvious he has this preference, but it’s also endearing the way he can’t stop making heart eyes at you. He’s sooo fucking smug with himself when you hold his arm when you wear your hair so elaborately, as if he’s showing off a treasure chest of gold--though not even all the jewels in the world could amount to you. 

-Also likes to twirl the framing pieces with his finger. He thinks he’s so slick, he tries to be 100% more charming. You just make him so nervous with how gorgeous you look, he feels the need to make up for his own feelings of inadequacy. Especially when other people also appreciate the look as well. 

“So you think I’m ugly, then?”

“I never said that!” 

You snort at his horrified expression, crying out defensively when you accused him of only finding you attractive with the glamorous hairstyles he had been dreamily going on and on about since you asked him, with his answer being a lot longer than you anticipated. 

“I’m kidding! But really? I rarely style my hair like that.”

“I can’t help what I like.” He replies simply, leaning an arm back against the trunk of the tree the two of you were sitting against as he leans over to tug at the ends of your hair. “It’s grown out a bit.” 

“Not like I can get a proper haircut in this era; or a glamorous look.”  You state frustratedly, observing both yours and Gen’s primitive clothing slightly distastefully. It could be absolutely worse, but you miss your old, comfortable, stylish clothes along with the elaborate do’s you’d get done for special events.

Gen could only turn his brows up empathically and offer you a shrug, pulling his hand away from your locks of hair. “Haaah…well, what can you do?” 

He stares at you from the corner of his eye, however, a playful smile dancing across his lips.

“You don’t need it, though. You look breathtaking all the time.” 

You snort again and roll your eyes at the exaggerated compliment, but lean in closer so you could rest your head against his shoulder. 

“Wish I could say the same about you.”

“Oh, you wound me.” 

RYUSUI: he likes them all…but likes when you accessorize your hair. 

-It’s criminal that you'd ask him such a question, really.

-When he absolutely ADORES all of them. 

-Each one makes you a different kind of endearing that he just can’t get enough of, from simple, lazier looks to time-consuming and expensive do’s that make you look like you belong on the red carpet--which he always thinks you do, by the way (not to mention he funds all your trips to your stylist).

-He genuinely has to wrack his brain and pick apart all of your looks if you really insist on him answering the question properly. He thinks of all the updos, all the curls and waves and straightening, all the specific cuts…and he STILL can’t pick a favorite.

-Sorry, you can’t get much more out of him than that. He can go on and explain the appeal of each one if that's what it’ll take for you to realize what you’re asking isn’t so easy to answer. 

-To satisfy you, however, he does say that he particularly loves it when you accessorize your hair in one way or another. He likes the creativity, and it just suits your hair type so well. Whatever it might be--pretty hair ties, any special head accessories, whatever--, he thinks it only enhances your already incredible look. 

“Ryusui, I don’t care about all that. Can you please just answer properly?”

He gets where your exasperation is coming from, truly; after all, he’s the one having the most difficulty answering your question as he illustrates in detail what’s going on in his mind as he thinks, every hairstyle having its own charm that he adores. 

“But how can I pick? I love them all!” 

You frown at him for a moment before eventually sighing and shrugging your shoulders, putting your hands up in surrender as you sit down on one of the benches in his workroom. “Okay, fine. If you can’t choose, you can’t choose.” 

“Exactly!” he says almost relieved, pointing the pencil he was using to make blueprints at you. But even so, he follows and takes a seat on the bench beside you and continues to go through that mental list of hairstyles he’s seen you wear as he leans his head back against the wall and eyes your strands of hair. 

There’s a pause between the two of you for a moment before he says, with all the seriousness in the world: “But you know…I especially like when you accessorize them.” 

You tilt your head to look at him and raise your brows. “Accessorize? With what?”

“With anything. Any way you wear your hair is gorgeous, but it’s somehow even better with something in it.” and as he says this, he brings the pencil he had been twirling between his fingertips up to your face, tucking it into the strands by your temple. You laugh when he pulls away, and he can't help but smile.  

Yup, any accessory.

SAI: anything with a braid.

-He is SO flustered when you ask.

-And even more embarrassed when you insist he gives you a straight answer after he meekly responds that he loves every single one of your looks.

-And it’s the truth!!!

-But you still want a singular, concise answer, so he thinks, nervous that this might be some sort of test he has to pass. 

-And like his brother, he truly can’t pick one specific look that he really likes. 

-But then he spots a pattern when he reflects on looks that he’s really liked and realizes they all shared a common feature: they all had some sort of braid in them.

-Doesn’t care about the style, length, thickness, whatever. Whether it’s one big one or two small ones framing your face or your entire head braided, he loves them. He loves the variety, and in general he just finds the design so beautiful. 

-He doesn’t admit it when he answers your question, but he finds himself even more in awe of your hair if the braids in one way or another are accessorized. A ribbon, a bandana, whatever, he thinks it adds to the look tenfold. But he thinks just the simple braids on their own look gorgeous.

“If this is another one of your tests--!”

“I promise it isn’t! Can you please just answer?” 

He stares at you expectantly, and a little bit nervously, as he tilts his head away from yours. 

“I mean…” he starts carefully, still not fully convinced by your words. “I like them all…”

You give him a look that tells him you aren’t convinced by his words, and he finds himself getting irritated again from the (completely unnecessary) pressure of the question. “It’s the truth!” 

“Yeah, but! Don’t you have one specifically?” 

“I don’t know…”

You huff, frustrated by his lack of response, and take a step away from him. He mentally sighs in relief over being free from the hounding. “Not even one?” You try for the final time. He pursues his lips and thinks on your question again.

He likes that one time you wore your hair up; he really liked that one. And then that other time you had a sort of half up half down. And those unique buns were also pretty nice...

And as he continues to reflect on instances where he found himself doing a double take over your hair, he realizes that all of them share one detail in particular. 

“Braids.”

“Hm?” 

“I like…when you wear braids.”

Not actually expecting a genuine answer, you can only stare and blink at him. His face grows warmer at the blank eye contact, pink rising up his face at your lack of a reaction. “What?!”

“Nothing! I just didn’t expect that.” 

But after your initial shock, you can't help but smile at how bashful he is over his answer, and he only grows even more exasperated (and embarrassed) when you now badger him about which specific braid styles he likes best.

TSUKASA: low styles, specifically hair down. 

-It’s simple, but it's the simplicity that’s so beautiful to him. 

-He likes to be able to touch your hair one way or another, whether by patting your head, twirling the strands or raking his fingers through the locks, and having it in an updo or some sort of elaborate hairstyle means he cannot do that. Doesn’t mean that he doesn’t like them of course! But if he were to have a favorite hairstyle, it’s a more casual one. 

-There isn’t all that much to it. He isn’t one to find a specific style uglier or superior, but he likes that this specific style is so versatile; it doesn’t necessarily have to be open either. Whether it’s in a low hairstyle like a bun or a ponytail, he just likes the lower styles better. 

“What hairstyle do you like best on me?”

It’s quiet in the classroom the two of you are sitting in, most of the students simply lounging and drifting around as they wait for their next class to begin. You and Tsukasa respectively lean your arm against your heads to bring them closer together, faces only inches apart as you talk lowly among each other. A little break to catch up after spending the busy school day mostly apart. 

He watches you as a finger circles around a stray strand of your hair, brows ever so slightly creasing together. “Hairstyle?”

“Yeah, like…do you prefer my hair in buns? In waves? Think I’d look good with an undercut?” 

He glances at the hair curled over his finger and framing your face, thinking to himself for a moment as he mulls over the question in his head. “I like your hair right now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I like it down.” he mutters with a small smile, twisting the soft strands between the pads of his fingers, reveling in the sensation and watching the curl it creates bounce.

“You don’t like waves, or a cut of some kind or…?”

“I do. But you said to pick one, right?”

And with all the love and attention he’s showing your hair as he delicately cards his fingers through the strands, you can’t help but smile and hum in validation, satisfied enough with his answer. Enjoying the relaxing sensation of your hair being played with, you rest your head down on the desk, and he smiles at your content expression.

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[astelren]

Dr. Stone to you wearing their clothes

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Nothing much, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Gen Asagiri

⤠ Jealousy HCs (GN Reader, Ryusui) ⤟ Dr. Stone Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ None ⤟

@/innoam​ ​​requested: Hi! Could I order some Asagiri Gen headcanons reacting to your sleeping s / o with your clothes? (With his clothes in the case) Welcome to the community! (As much as I'm not in the "writers group")

This was my first ever request for dr stone💞 I still struggle a lot with writing fluff somehow... - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnrsstuff (now severnr0ses).

Walks in. Sees you. Walks out. You totally caught him off guard, and for a few seconds Gen doesn’t know what to do, he can hear his heart skipping a beat whatever he looks back at your sleeping form

If this was the modern world, he’ll just take a few pictures on his phone to totally not tease you later or keep as his wallpaper. But in the stone world he can’t do it, although he wishes to have it printed inside his head

Gen would let you sleep for a while, trying his hardest to not disturb you even if he really wants to, knowing that you work hard and deserve to rest. He will wake you up at a certain point, using this excuse to tease you

Whispering softly into your hear "my love, my darling! It's time to wake upp~~" while he gently shakes you, smiling happily when you open your eyes. “Did you miss me that much?~~ if you are that needy you can always call me you know that!" pls punch him

If you do dare to say that you missed him so much that you couldn’t sleep without something his close Gen is probably going to explode on the post. How dare you, you are so cute and adorable now he feels bad for teasing you when you had such a sweet reason

The clothing stays on you until you take it off and give it to him. Gen won’t ask it back either, instead acting like that piece of clothing is now yours and poor, poor him that has to buy new clothes...

He’ll continue like this for a long, long time. Gen will tease you everywhere. Alone? Yes. In front of everyone? Yes. He doesn't care. And he will not stop since, in all truth, it’s the cutest thing you could ever do for him. Plus seeing you so cute and embarrassed is a beautiful sight for him, so it’s a winwin situation

In fact you will notice that every time you are cold or you fall asleep somewhere, he’ll happily give you his clothes (even if he’s a little bit dramatic about it). He is very happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to wear his clothes

Gen would do it especially if someone else is ready to give you his clothes, like how dare!!

I can also see him leaving clothes on purpose so you can pick them and wear them or put over your body to sleep. If you asked Gen about it he’ll probably play it cool and say that he forgot about those, but if you so wish he can stop.

That’s because Gen was really happy the first time you fall asleep in his clothes, his heart was going to melt and that image wasn’t going to leave his mind soon. In fact if you keep doing it he’s more than thrilled in enabling you in this, but you have to worry about Gen stealing your clothes now...

This work belongs to @/astelren, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

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[yuichi-ro]

◈ 𝘈𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘎𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Gen knows an awful lot about flowers

cw: fem!Reader, POV Third Person, fluff, unedited word count: 1.2k

 ◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈

“A personal favorite, black nightshade.” Gen held up the ironically white blossom sporting a vibrant yellow center, showing it off for the both of them to admire while he twirled the severed stem in his fingers, “One I’d often use in my shows because of it’s meaning. Liar.”

With eyes not set on just one bushel of flowers. The woman next to him took a quiet moment to see more than just what the magician was showing her, “Tell me more.”

Gen’s brows pinched together making him look away from the flower in his grasp, “What?”

She cocked a brow up at him inquisitively, “What? I said, tell me more.”

“About...nightshade?”

His confusion made her snicker but quickly she shook her head and pointed at the otherwise disregarded flowers and plants around them on this miniature hike right at the base of the waterfall, “I already know about that one. Tell me about the other flowers.”

At his disposal was no florist shop he could quickly visit to conjure up the correct species with his words. And yet the renewed world was teeming with some varieties he was quite familiar with around the village of science and it’s inhabitants. Gen’s petrification scar curled up into a grin as his own lips found themselves smirking as well, “One you should know because of it’s popularity, a lily. White for a purity. But the red ones for your final goodbye to a loved one. And if that isn’t enough one bearing the color orange might as well be a gift of hatred to a foe.” Gen dug through his knowledge of flowers and recited them all as eloquently as the day he’d been turned to stone, “A hydrangea, a beautiful flower colored by it’s pH balance, may be given in conjunction with an apology or thank you letter. Collect the blossoms from a falling cherry tree and know those petals mean hope and renewal just like the time of year they bloom. Chrysanthemum very much so reflected the imperial family as it was printed on the fifty yen coin. Though we may never care about that anymore thanks to the stone age. And camellias, specifically those striking red ones, were once laid among the mighty samurais that lost their life.”

“Is there a flower you don’t know the meaning to?” She inquired with quite a bit of curiosity after Gen recited his knowledge like he had prepped for a pop quiz. It couldn’t be helped, the smile growing on her lips as the master of slight of hand and apparently flowers stopped to see his audience hanging onto every word he had. Gen’s cheeks came to life with a dusting of blush that would not be deterred even if he looked away from his audience. Who of course giggled at him and reached over to take the nightshade from his fingers, “I’ve loved flowers since I was a little girl. So I’m sorry if I’m being pushy.”

“No no no.” Gen squeaked a little as he tried to disregard her apology as nothing at all, “An engaging audience makes it all the more fun if you ask me. So-” He cleared his throat and mustered his sanity to stay a foot above his blushing complexion when looking back over at her, “What flower exactly do you want to know it’s meaning of? Warning, I may be a little rusty if it’s not native to Japan.”

What he expected was the classics. Asking about a rose. A daisy like the one school kids made chains out of. Even ready for something a little more difficult like a peony or an iris as he recalled them being popular. What he wasn’t ready for was her to immediately get up. No warning. And really no explanation to it. His brows knitted together in confusion when his hiking companion looked as though she’d lost a contact or earring with the way she scanned the ground.

“Um....what are you doing?” Gen titled his head a little unsure if he should assume she was loosing it or worse ate something and was looking for the suspect to show him.

When there was no answer but a good a-ha moment. Gen was not expecting to see her sit back down with the flimsy singular cone petal of common, over growing and weed like morning glory. One she’d pinched a bit of stem off with. And proceeded to present it to him when she sat back down on the log where they’d taken up residency. 

Delicate little blue petals with it’s streak of almost pinkish color leading back to it’s stamen. The look of proud satisfaction on her face was more akin to a cat bringing home a dead bird. And not someone who’d picked one of the most common weeds that previously plagued school playgrounds.

Gen finally broke the silence without a lick of understanding, “That’s uh...”

“Morning glory.” She nodded frankly not sharing in his confusion, “Morning glory, right?”

“Yeah....it’s morning glory.” Gen untucked his hands from his robe and pointed at it almost derogatorily, “You know that’s just basically a weed right?”

“Oh I know.” She surprisingly agreed making him wonder why exactly she’d pick that, “But-” Her eyes softened staring down at the little thing when she twirled it between her fingers, “It’s important and I remember it from when I was a kid. Do you know what it means?”

While morning glory was something he’d of never bothered with in an act. It was pretty common so if she really didn’t know it’s meaning Gen was surprised, “Uh, something like, innocence and love, kids would give it to each other kind of thing. Why, did someone give you some or something?”

“No.” She said somberly which Gen was taken back by. As he stared at the flower in her grasp she took one last look at it before reaching out and tucking it behind the short pieces of black hair around his ear. Making the magician freeze with wide eyes when she sat back to inspect the flower tucked in his ear and the endearing look of worry on his face. It made her laugh all the same when Gen’s face officially blossomed in as much red as some of the flowers around them, “No one ever gave me one when I was a kid. So I hope you’ll let me give you this one now even if we’re technically a few centuries old.”

Gen not realizing he’d sucked in a breath and held it before his lungs were burning. Could not bring himself to break eye contact with the woman staring at him across the log. Only reaching up to touch the delicately soft petals of the otherwise useless weed no one spent two seconds on centuries ago. But now it felt like the most valuable flower he’d ever held in his hand.

Not removing it from his ear Gen couldn’t believe the fast one she’d pulled on him when it was his idea in the first place to try and impress her with this nature walk. Still touching the petal tucked against his ear Gen couldn’t stop the sheepish smile breaking his showman façade, “I’d love this flower so much more, if you were perhaps to have a matching one as well.”

“Well then,” She stood up from the log and offered a hand down to the blushing magician, “Our hike isn’t done yet, lets find another one shall we?”

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[thesaurus-lover]

Love Languages ~ dcst

i think i almost exclusively worked on this at times past 1 am but maybe that efficient consistency is what makes me like it a lot haha.. ha... ANYWAYS enjoy! it's also up on AO3 in chapters if u prefer that formatting

a mini anthology-ish thing inspired by this post here !!

synopsis: i love you, je t'aime, 大好きだよ; different ways to say the exact same thing. the Kingdom of Science is a big family, isn’t it? that just means there’s a lot more ways for these people to convey that same meaning.

cw: long post, manga spoilers until maybe the ship building arc?? though this was written with future arcs in mind too, definitely manga character spoilers past that arc, canon-compliant, like... super cheesy, but that's pretty much it this is mostly fluffy slice of life shenanigans

word count: 8.0k (haha that is a LOT longer than i first expected)

what he knew

At the end of every day, Taiju could conclude with certainty that he was loved.

A lot of people could, actually, but it was often easy to forget—especially if you weren’t good at remembering the little things that mattered. And while Taiju wasn’t exactly the brightest in the room, he sure didn’t allow himself to forget those little things.

Like, for example, ah…

Oh, right!

Starting with the obvious, not once in his life has he known of Yuzuriha giving a gift that wasn't handmade herself. Quite literally ever—it didn’t matter for whom or for what occasion. If you didn’t trust him on that, you could even ask Senku and his immaculate memory, and he’d tell you the same thing. And, well, even Taiju had figured that that kind of thing was a crazy standard to set for yourself, but at the same time, Yuzuriha was thoroughly dedicated to her craft and the love that came with it; she put her mind to that goal and always delivered.

As a result, even back when they were younger, it made him think about how he, Mr. Simpleton, could possibly make beyond-incredible, oh-so-amazing Yuzuriha feel at least a fraction of what her gifts made him feel. His go-to for Senku was a good ol' hug, sure, but he had always doubted that it was the most suitable strategy when it came to her. For one… 

She was a girl.

Second, she was the girl that he was madly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with. He couldn’t just come onto her so strongly, that’d be putting her on the spot!

So, for years, Taiju did his best to search for every opening and take every opportunity to convey his appreciation and admiration in other ways. (And he hasn’t realized this, but taking that effort was also quite the act of love in itself!) Looking back, he liked to think that doing so got him to improve quite a lot with using his words; the previously lame, impersonal, “You—um, you did great! Thank you for your hard work!” would now sound something more like, “You’re so, so cool, Yuzuriha! I’ve seen you do it a million times, but it doesn’t get old!”

And, yeah, he was more comfortable with hugging her now, but it was nice to have other means of expression in his arsenal.

Taiju was certainly proud of himself for that, but it was safe to say that he was even prouder of his best friend for his development of receiving their love over the years. 

Yuzuriha herself wasn’t as averse to open affection as Senku was—far from it, really, but she understood that the best way to crack his shell and really get through to him was through rather unique methods. Particularly, the overlap of their respective passions.

Everyone knew about Senku’s tendency to make horrifyingly specific infodumps in response to even a remotely curious question, but the majority haven’t even seen the worst of it. If it was Taiju or Yuzuriha listening—and they truly would be listening—the sheer length of that monologue would put any Please Meet the Word Count essay to shame. Back then, there was only one person, excluding Senku’s own father, who dared keep that kind of conversation going and emerged successful: Yuzuriha.

It was kind of scary sight, honestly.

Taiju has tried to do it, he really has, but the words just wouldn’t—couldn’t—get through his skull. Not just Senku’s words either; anything Yuzuriha replied that went past “Ooh, and then?” or “What else?” would get into technical details that Taiju didn’t want to fathom. 

“I see… a polymer, huh?” Yuzuriha had tilted her head, fully immersed in the impromptu Textile Science class. “I always knew polyester was the most durable, but I never learned why.”

With a chuckle, Senku leaned back into his seat, propping his hands behind his head. “It’s the ethylene glycol. Y’know, from petroleum? Its chemical reaction with terephthalic acid is the secret behind it. Eh, not really a secret, but yeah.”

“Cool!” Taiju said, enthusiastically nodding along, but his mind was thinking anything but “cool.”

I… it… what? Weren’t clothes made from plants? Those chemicals did not sound like plants.

Though, in spite of having to sit through all that with an increasingly dizzy head, never has this made him feel left out. Honestly, he was always just happy to see that look in Senku’s eyes when he was ten billion percent at ease with going crazy.

In fact, he could still remember seeing that look for the first time. After moving in with his grandparents and having to switch schools, making new friends had been difficult, even for someone like Taiju. A few trials and errors later, it was this child prodigy who stuck out the most to him as the best candidate for First Friend.

Eventually Best Friend, too! But that was still a bit later.

Now, while Senku definitely had been the smartest at school, he wasn’t the singular smart kid that existed. Yet somehow, he was also the one who had been least condescending to little Taiju, entertaining questions that the other smart kids had brushed off as dumb. Taiju had followed that head of green hair to the school cafeteria everyday; and while Senku’s sarcastic, snarky remarks weren’t the easiest to deal with at first, it was the sparkle in his eyes when talking about science that served as Taiju’s green flag.

It was the kind of spark that said, Thank you for being here. Thank you for tolerating me. Thank you for being someone with an interest in my passion.

Er, well, that was the gut feeling, at least. He could have very well been wrong.

Good thing he wasn't!

But those questions Taiju used to always ask? They had been dumb. At least, objectively speaking. However, it’s that exact thing that has lead him to his favorite lesson learned from his best friend: he shouldn’t ever feel inferior because there were things he couldn’t do and things he didn’t know.

Obviously, he wasn’t ever told this point-blank—it did take a lot of brain power to read between the lines. But he’d seen Senku recognize, even praise, seemingly small things all the time. 

Taiju had even asked about it once, while they were on the way home from school. In response, Senku only raised an eyebrow, pointing to a giant flatscreen TV mounted to the tall building across the street, displaying a flashing ad for a new curry product.

“You think that thing would work if one itty bitty wire was connected wrong?” he deadpanned. “Small components look small in the bigger picture, but if it wasn’t there in the first place, there wouldn’t be a bigger picture.”

“You’re…” Taiju said, eyes going wide as he gasped. “Woah, you’re right, Senku!”

The conclusion in his head: working together yielded better results and bigger accomplishments. And working together? That was something they did a lot of.

Even though he befriended the biggest nerd he had ever met in his life (affectionate), nothing could have ever prepared Taiju for the kinds of things he’d be pulled into. Granted, they were interesting and exciting and unheard of anywhere else, and they made Senku happy. If you asked him, Taiju would call science Senku’s kind of love. His proof: the kinds of conversations they had after a long day.

Just… trust him on this one.

“Senku, do you ever feel bad after having to throw out a failed experiment?” he had once asked randomly, frowning at the bin of scraps in his arms. “It just… kinda feels like a waste.”

Senku glanced over his shoulder. “Huh? Oh, well, a bit, I guess.” He sat up straight, momentarily putting a pause on their clean-up. “It’s not like I don’t know from the start that those things have an expiry date to ‘em. Even if they do work, there’s always a better version of a prototype to be made. You just gotta move on to the next project. It’s only natural.

“Though, you do have a point, Big Oaf,” he continued with a smirk. “Experiments on the level that we do them are both expensive and time-consuming. Not just on my part, but on whoever’s getting the equipment in the first place.”

“So, Byakuya-san?”

“In this case, yeah. Even if he does work at JAXA and everything, acquiring all this stuff is far from easy. Why do you think I’m extra careful when we handle the tools? Gotta put off the inevitable for as long as possible.”

Taiju stayed silent, not exactly sure of how to add to that, but it seemingly prompted Senku to keep talking.

“Y’know, if someone else had adopted me,” he said, voice suddenly quiet, “I doubt I would’ve been able to pursue science. Not to this degree, at the very least. And if that were the case, I… I don’t know what I would’ve...“

A pained, choked sound came from him, along with a sudden shake of the shoulders that absolutely shattered Taiju’s heart.

In remedy, he slapped his best friend hard on the back, forcing out a strangled cough from his lanky frame.

“Well, it’s a good thing you do have your dad, right?” Taiju hoped his grin was wide enough to make Senku think that his reddened, scrunched up face was completely unnoticeable. “I’ll be sure to text him a big thank you as soon as possible!”

“Okay, yeah, no. Don’t do that,” Senku managed out with a strained chuckle. “He’ll ask a bunch of questions and be super weird about it. Ugly sight.”

So yes, while Taiju could listen and show interest all he tried, he knew Byakuya was the best at using science to make Senku’s heart happy. The other awesome thing? He wasn’t just good at Senku’s kind of love, but he was good at his and Yuzuriha’s kinds of love too!

The amount of times Yuzuriha had come home with a shiny new sewing kit or expensive roll of fabric was… well, endearing, to say the least. To her parents, though, it was almost embarrassing to have their daughter be so spoiled by her best friend’s single father.

Additionally, Taiju didn’t really like ranking moments, with Byakuya or with anybody, but one memory during a sleepover at their house always stuck with him. Especially since it was one of the few times he was home, too.

“Can’t sleep?”

Twelve year-old Taiju had stopped mid-reach for the milk carton in the fridge, turning to the voice’s owner with a sheepish smile. “Kinda… but mostly hungry,” he admitted. Then pouted. “What are you doing awake at one in the morning, Byakuya-san?”

The older man only laughed heartily. “I’ve got some work left to cram. But hey, if you need something, I’m at your service.”

Extremely tempting offer.

“Uhh… cup noodles?” Taiju suggested eventually, mostly as a question. “If that’s—“

“More than fine!” Byakuya grinned, already weaving past him to get the the cupboard where their kettle was tucked in. “I’ll start boiling water, yeah? You can pick from the flavors we have in the pantry.”

“Really? That’s awesome, thank you, Byakuya-san! Thank you!”

It had really hurt when Senku first told him what must have happened after the petrification.

But Taiju was thankful every single day to know that, despite their loss, the three of them weren’t alone in the new world. They had all these new friends—and they had each other. He found it kind of difficult to admit, surprisingly, since saying it like that made it sound too obvious. Taiju’s style was more… unfiltered, raw, and required less thinking. So sometimes, just sometimes, it made him wonder if he should be trying harder.

Then he had heard his best friends talking from outside Senku’s workshop one day. And oh, he truly, from the bottom of his heart, didn’t want to invade their privacy, but he heard his name and just—

“Taiju-kun… he gives the best hugs, don’t you think, Senku-kun?”

“Sure, if you consider soul and bone crushing to be the criteria of a good hug.”

For a moment, they were silent. Taiju was about to consider the conversation over, but Senku spoke again:

“Ugh, don’t give me that face. Yes, I consider it a damn good hug.”

Oh, how hard it had been to hold in the tears.

He couldn’t craft meaningful, detailed gifts out of nothing like Yuzuriha, nor think ten billion and a half steps ahead to ensure his loved ones’ happiness like Senku, but Taiju could be himself. He was free to love the way he knew how to, and that “little” thing was more than enough.

So yes, Taiju knew very well that he was loved—but he also knew that he would never get tired of loving in return.

what he didn’t know

Every week, Chrome walked into a progress meeting with the other renowned leaders of the Kingdom of Science at their makeshift headquarters; and every time, he’d get imposter syndrome because of it.

Four experts in their own respective fields, equipped with the knowledge and experience of the old world that he’d simply never have—it was terribly difficult for Chrome to be confident in his knowledge when he knew it was lacking.

But while that was true, it wasn’t in the way he thought.

See, Chrome had noticed a lot of things across the course of these meetings. For instance, on days that Senku would be questioned for being so blatantly in a rush, his offhanded responses were surprisingly telling: “Yuzuriha’s fabrics need to be replenished before tomorrow. Nobody else knows how she likes them made or which ones she uses the most of.”

Another example, clear in intent as ever, despite it having been said with a scowl: “The quality of old man Kaseki’s tools starts going to hell after a certain amount of time. I gotta pay him a visit.”

What Chrome had discovered? Senku was even worse at hiding his feelings than he thought. 

So much so that he’d turn it into an argument, actually. Not that he was mad at Ukyo that one time, but he, um... surely could’ve phrased it better.

“We’ll get somebody else to take over the classes. It’s that simple.”

“What? No,” Ukyo had insisted that day, eyes wide. “Senku, it’s okay, I want to do this. We don’t need to trouble someone else with managing the school. I’ll balance the new assignment and the kids’ classes.”

“And compromise your health in the process?” Senku immediately shot back. “We don’t need you and your efficiency going down the drain, dumbass.”

“Now, Senku-chan—“ Gen began, but Senku held up a hand.

“Ukyo, there are things I’d rather only trust you with. I don’t need you losing sleep over grading papers. You think that Lioness Kohaku could mark out every important part of a map by herself?”

“She wouldn’t be happy to hear that," Chrome murmured, getting a chuckle out of Ryusui.

Eventually, Senku sighed, picking at his ear with a pinky. “Though… it would be a big hassle for those kids to adjust to someone completely new. ‘Specially if that person won’t spoil them as much as you do.”

“A compromise, then,” Ukyo said, allowing himself a small smile. “What do you suggest?”

“We assign Ruri to half the classes, she’s already well-taught. You have more time for the new job and still get to keep playing Sensei. We’re all happy. Deal?”

A beat.

“Deal.”

What Chrome had discovered? Two people could both be acting unselfishly and still not see eye-to-eye on the little details.

Ah, yes, the little details. Things like the heaviness in Chrome’s eyes that he always tried to hide in the mornings following a late night. But he supposed some people were just gifted at noticing those things.

Sometimes one look was all it took to cue Ukyo into serving up a glass of water without so much as a word. The first few times caught Chrome off guard—he was only a second or two through the door, and bam, there it was. Interestingly enough, Ukyo did it in a way that was near automatic, like he’d already tended to someone burnt by exhaustion a million times before. Chrome had even caught him humming a quiet tune to himself as he poured out drinks for those who hadn’t arrived yet. And if things had been particularly bad lately, the water would be replaced by a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, if you want to talk about anything…”

And while Ukyo rarely finished that sentence, his face said it all: I’m here to listen.

What Chrome had discovered? It might’ve been nice to grow up with an older brother figure. He’d definitely have to ask Ginro about that.

Not everyone quite had that unique breed of sixth sense-like caring instinct, after all. Even fewer would be willing to listen to rants of other people’s problems in general—kinda like what Gen does for a living. But at the same time, he wasn't the only person who knew how to do that.

“Can you believe she actually did that?”

Chrome was a weak and simple man, he had realized that day, because eavesdropping on what was surely gossip had been an alarmingly easy decision.

Peaking through the windows had revealed Gen, the voice's owner, sitting at the meeting room’s center table, head propped up on his fist.

“Really, even I wouldn’t go that far just to be petty,” he lamented, the slice of bread in his free hand flopping unceremoniously. “The disputes only get stupider by the day.”

A ring of laughter lead Chrome to find Ukyo digging through the ice box in the corner. 

“Well, what he said did breach a touchy subject,” he said, fetching out two fresh bottles of cola. “You can’t completely blame her, y’know? People don’t think straight when they’re in that kind of headspace.”

“I know, I know. But come on, who just does something so… immature?”

Unfortunately, the sound of Senku’s footsteps cut that spying session short, but it did comfort Chrome to finally see Gen on the ranting side of that kind of situation. 

Speaking of, another thing Chrome noticed: the mentalist was never first to arrive, but almost always second. For what possible reason? He could never guess. But the fact had held true.

Moreover, the select few times that Chrome came early gave way to some of the most baffling (yet also most therapeutic, somehow) interactions he’d ever had with Gen. For starters, sitting quietly with someone usually so chatty usually meant something was wrong. However, getting slices of a side of him that was so relaxed and not all over the place was… well, really reassuring. A few times, he even humored Chrome with a couple “cutesy, harmless” magic tricks, as he called them, like making pencils disappear or chairs float for a whole five seconds.

Somehow, Chrome could tell that doing them made him really happy.

Once, Gen had asked, “How’s the day been treating you so far, Chrome-chan?”

“Is this a trick question?” Chrome asked back with a dubious pout. “Are you gonna like… ask a favor?”

At this, an awfully authentic laugh tumbled past Gen’s lips—a near snort that melted into a soft chuckle, and the grin that followed lacked the underlying malice Chrome was so used to. “I mean it. No ulterior motive this time, promise. Can’t I make meaningless small talk for once in my life?”

“I—no—I mean, of course you can,” Chrome said, sitting up straighter in his seat. “My morning was, uh… not bad, actually, thanks. You?”

“That’s good to hear.” Gen nodded to himself, mindlessly folding the scrap of paper he found on the table. “Mine was kinda slow, honestly… Oh! But I did catch Taiju-chan out on the farm. It’s endearing to see him work.”

Unconsciously, Chrome smiled. Huh. Cool.

What he had discovered? He actually quite liked this utterly natural, normal Gen. Maybe almost as much as dramatic, multi-faceted Gen.

Granted, the latter Gen still often made jokes about how Chrome and Senku were to join him in hell someday.

“Okay." Senku had nodded approvingly. "You two can go ahead. I’ll only need Gen and Chrome for this last one.”

“Best we be careful, Senku-chan,” Gen said in complete mock-seriousness. “Who knows what demon we might summon when left unsupervised?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Senku smirked, waving a hand. “Even if we do, I’m sure we could handle it. I’d bet ten billion points that even yokai aren’t immune to sodium hydroxide, given the right dosage.”

Chrome made a face. “And here I was thinking we didn’t want to summon one.”

“There’s a story behind that,” Rysui said, eyes narrowed as they headed for the door. “At this point I’m certain. Definitely want to know what the hell it is.”

“Maybe another time,” Ukyo chuckled. “Anyway, you said you wanted me to come taste Francois’ new recipes?”

“Yeah! Come on, I’m sure they’re already waiting.”

That was something Ryusui did a lot—no, not ask for the details of their dreadful inside joke—invite someone to join him to do something after the meeting. And by something, it really was anything.

If it wasn’t stuffing fresh bread onto Ukyo’s plate, it was stringing Gen along to help him get on the good side of the other Ishigami villagers. Honestly, Chrome himself couldn’t even count how many times he’d come along to take the hot air balloon for another spin, just so Ryusui could “commit the terrain to memory.”

And really, when Chrome’s pride and reputation as “the explorer who knew the native lands best” was on the line, he simply couldn’t turn down invitations like that.

What he had discovered from all that? It was quite easy for Ryusui to get carried away.

Exhibit A: Once, he and Senku had been left alone to talk ship-building logistics; except when the others came back from a break, the two were suddenly debating who had the better childhood Pokémon game. Go figure.

Exhibit B: Chrome could vividly remember this one very specific day when Ryusui had been going around making arm wrestling bets—again, go figure. As expected, he hadn't let them leave the meeting room without taking him on. Now, while String Bean Senku’s loss surprised absolutely nobody, it was revealed that Ryusui was pretty good.

Until they found out that Ukyo was better.

And then suddenly Ryusui was dragging him outside so he could bet on his games, and then suddenly a bunch of people were making a commotion, and then suddenly the cash started racking up, and then the next thing they knew, Magma had lost to Ukyo.

And, well, everybody lost their shit.

Clicking his tongue, Senku had grinned appraisingly at the aftermath. “Maybe we shouldn’t be so surprised,” he mused, watching Yo point and laugh at Magma. “That bow of yours is heavy, after all. Draw weight isn’t less than eighteen kilos, yeah?”

“Give or take.” Ukyo smiled sheepishly, wriggling his fingers experimentally. “Guess I just forget most of the time. Anyway, it’s not like my seniors in the military didn’t used to drag me into stuff like this all the time.”

Chrome blinked. “Dude, if I could beat Magma head-on, I wouldn’t let the whole village forget.”

“Though, results aside,” Gen said, his scrutinizing gaze fixed on the wad of Dragos in Ryusui’s distant hand, “maybe we should try holding our own… fundraiser.”

“Something just as simple yet effective,” Senku said. “You can rig a coin flip, right?”

“…Frankly, Senku-chan, I wouldn’t count on people trusting a fair flip with me involved. And in any other case, have you forgotten that your luck is literal trash?”

“Fair point.”

Those were just instances from the top of Chrome’s head. 

Though, in no way whatsoever did these events, nor the discoveries drawn from them, leave a bad taste in his mouth. In all honesty, looking back served to remind him of when Nikki had told him about the concept of friendship bracelets.

He had seriously considered it—even sat in his room with extra materials, tried conceptualizing designs. But it dawned on him that maybe it was… just a bit too cheesy. Senku didn’t seem like a jewelry person anyway, and Ryusui was sure to already have a bunch of bracelets for whatever reason…

Yeah, maybe not as good of an idea as he initially thought.

Anyhow, Chrome was sure that the sentiment itself of these shared experiences was more than enough of a gift. And since he had the eye and memory for every one of these things, who was he to complain about not feeling smart enough when piecing them together forged such a home-like feeling? 

Then again, his knowledge was lacking—not necessarily in the sense of facts, but about the situation; in the old world, a room full of people labeled "coworkers" would rarely be bonded by a sense of home, of all things—this was something only the other generals knew.

But was it a crime that that wasn’t their case? Was it so bad that instead of civil handshakes and nods, each meeting ended with some wildly fond new memory together?

Not at all.

So maybe it was for the best, the other four had already decided in unspoken agreement, that Chrome didn’t know. Especially since when it came to this, somebody like him deserved far better than what the old world had offered.

what she had

Ruri had spent a lot of her time grieving what she had lost to her many years bedridden. 

She knew it would be awful to dwell on it too much, but… well, it truly was her biggest regret. Everything she had done as priestess of her village—the people who she considered extended family—would have amounted to nothing if she simply didn’t get to spend enough time alongside them, as selfish as it may sound. Of course, that wasn’t a problem anymore, and thankfully so.

Still, who wouldn’t be tempted to contemplate what could have been—what she could've lived through in those years lost?

But that kind of thinking had begun to change at a certain point.

Ruri wasn’t sure what was so special about that day, if it was even so special at all. That was the beauty if it, she supposed; nothing else had stood out, so she herself was able to pick out what seemed special.

“Woah, you’re manning the food stalls yourself, Suika? That’s so responsible of you!”

That voice had been Titan’s, who had been about to buy ramen. Meanwhile, Ruri just happened to be close enough to notice the way Suika bristled in surprise, trying to stand a bit straighter.

“I—well,” she had stammered, “Mirai actually helps me, she’s just taking a break right now. Do you, uh… really think so?”

Before Titan could answer, Namari chimed in, peeping out from behind him. “Oh, totally! You’re super cool for helping out so much, Suika.”

Suddenly, everyone within a ten-meter radius was pitching in their own pieces of praise; from underneath her helmet, Suika only seemed to beam brighter and brighter with each one.

“Time flies so fast! Wasn’t she a little girl just yesterday?”

“So proud of that kid.”

“Really wish I could be as much of a help as her.”

“I taught her how to use the cotton candy machine, she’s a total pro!”

“The pride of our village, isn’t she?”

Ruri giggled quietly, finding herself agreeing with everyone’s sentiments. While Suika was certainly a diligent worker, Ruri knew just how sweet she was generally.

Once, while weaving baskets together, the former had decided to pass time by playing a game where they listed off things they loved about each other. It had warmed Ruri’s heart to hear her thoughts, and the reactions to the compliments aimed at her in return had been absolutely adorable.

Even so, Ruri knew her closeness with Suika was rivaled by that of Kohaku, who was fiercely protective of the girl—and had been from the very beginning. With so many of Suika's relatives having been taken by the previous famine, it hadn't at all been a difficult choice to take her as part of their family.

And that lead Ruri to her sister. 

Her irreplaceable, dearest little sister; though she could hardly call her little anymore. Ruri took every chance she could to hug her tight, to warmly wrap her up in ways words couldn’t. All for the girl who has never, not once, not ever, even thought of giving up on her older sister, and who never failed to let go of that embrace without first uttering a most honest “I love you.” 

The same girl who went about their community with the kind of familiarity and deep-rooted devotion only the empowered daughters of the chief had. (Well, previous chief.) Kohaku also spent lots of time with the village children, often teaching them how to protect themselves or watching over them when they played in the fields or by the river. And if not with them, she was almost definitely checking up on the village’s defenses.

Once, Ruri had overheard her suddenly ask Kinro about how his vision was doing, as well as how adjusting to glasses had been like and a bunch of other related things. Someone with her 20/20 sight wouldn’t have any idea, after all. That conversation had ended with them agreeing that it was stupid he had to struggle with his fuzzy sickness for so long at all, yet both extremely grateful that the glasses were here now. Ruri had to admit that it was pretty funny.

And, really, that did lead her to Kinro.

Steadfast, persistent Kinro, who not only accomplished everything he was assigned to, but had so much initiative as to pick up on the kinds of chores and tasks anybody else was either too tired or too lazy to do. If it was a requirement to making things easier for everyone else, he’d deliver. No further questions asked. And that was on top of having to keep his brother out of trouble.

Mostly, Ruri just hoped he’d catch a well-deserved break. What would they do without him?

Inevitably, that lead her to Ginro, who was seen with his brother almost two-thirds of the time.

She knew just how close they were. A lot of times, the situation truly did make it feel like siblings only had each other to rely on. It was evident in Ginro’s restless eyes whenever he had reason to panic, or when something truly disheartened him—they’d always go searching for Kinro, flicking back and forth among the crowd before landing on that brunet head of hair.

However, whenever Ginro was in the spirits to goof off, there were notably few people who could actually make him pick up slack. That is, which didn’t involve blunt guilt-tripping—e.g. Kohaku—or forcibly leaving him with no choice—e.g. Senku.

Grandpa Kaseki was one of them.

Because while Gen was his favorite to drag into impromptu projects, Ginro was close in second. And what was most interesting? Ruri had noticed that he didn’t slither out of those situations as often as expected.

“So, you don’t mind all too much when he does that?” she had teasingly asked him once.

“Eh, well.” Ginro didn’t meet her eyes, fiddling with his fingers. “The stuff he asks me to do isn't that bad. Usually. It’s… sometimes, it’s kinda fun, plus…”

Ruri smiled, already knowing where this was going. “Plus?”

His next words were mumbled out almost begrudgingly: “I actually like spending time with him.”

Which lead Ruri to everyone’s favorite ojii-chan in question.

Even though he did take every chance to fawn over Yuzuriha’s contemporary craftsmanship or pester Senku for something new to try and build, he was still a senior Ishigami villager through and through. The indication that he hadn’t forgotten? Ruri would catch him going door-to-door in his free time, asking the other elderly if they’d like him to make anything for them while he still could.

“Maybe something new and cool, like what the kids like,” she even distinctly remembered him say at one point.

It made her wonder what it must be like to still have so much love to give at that age. Like say, enough so that Kaseki would go out of his way to invite Chrome to eat with him whenever they took a break from a project of theirs.

Ah, right. And that lead Ruri to Chrome.

Their humble, starry-eyed Chrome was far busier now than before—and with quite heavy tasks that had a lot of people counting on him, too. But she knew it was everything he’d ever dreamed of—getting far with his own knowledge and the work of his own hands, standing alongside others who were just as capable.

“He’s grown so much,” Ruri had said once, as they watched him coordinate with an officer at the mines for materials to be shipped back to base. “I’m really just… so happy for him.”

Kohaku smirked, crossing her arms. “I could say the exact same thing and still not capture the same awestruck reverence that you—ow.”

Her sister deserved that hit in the shoulder, a blushing Ruri quickly concluded.

Chrome was busier than before, yes, but not so busy that he had forgotten those closest to him from childhood. After all, Ruri would still find an array of intricately-shaped leaves, delicate flowers, or glittery polished rocks at her window sill every once in a while. What was new, however, were the small pieces of paper attached to them; if she hadn’t been taught to read, she would’ve missed the innocently sweet “Reminded me of you!!” notes that always came written on it.

See, he’d even grown so much that Garnet even caught him and Magma coming back together from a personal mining trip. Peacefully. No bickering, just normal chatter. Not even a Senku to mediate. A part of Ruri still didn’t believe it ever happened.

But really. Recent developments have helped reveal a side to all her loved ones that hadn’t quite fully bloomed before.

There was even a prime example in Ruri’s own experience: even when Turquoise and Jasper didn’t need to be at her side 24/7 anymore, she still enjoyed going through the mundane parts of her day with them nearby. It had taken some time for them to adjust to not being on-edge at her every step, but it easily became apparent just how much they also loved seeing their charge sprightly and well. 

In fact, everybody from the village now knew how to work at least one machine or create at least one helpful substance. Ruri often saw them giving each other discounts at food stalls and cracking jokes when asked to make something as a favor. Besides the obvious way science had improved their lives as individuals, it had somehow brought the village even closer together.

Though, what truly sealed it for her were the photos.

Helping Minami collate and arrange them, even just for a while, it had become strikingly apparent that everybody was happier than ever, helping each other and trying new things everyday. Every captured smile or laugh was shared; if not with a fellow villager, then with a non-primitive Kingdom of Science member. Even if Ruri tried to think of only a single person, she ended up remembering all of them and the pleasant memories tied to each.

Upon seeing the way her eyes flowed from one picture to the next on the collage board, Minami had giggled. “Cool, isn’t it? Visual composition naturally leads you from one person to the next. Then the next, then the next, and so on.”

“It’s us,” Ruri responded in a delicate whisper. “Our time together. It… connects us all.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

So when Ruri looked around her today, she could rest easy knowing what she knew—what she had lost was nothing compared to what she had now, and for that, she’d continue to be eternally grateful.

what he didn't have

If Ryusui could buy all the time in the world, he already would have a long time ago. But he couldn't—he learned so early on.

However, that wasn’t the issue; it was already ingrained into his system that if he wanted something, he’d stop at nothing to get it. So if Ryusui wanted someone’s time, you’d be a fool to think that he wouldn’t be ready to work for it.

No, the real issue was that sometimes, certain people simply didn’t want to share their time.

And for a painfully long amount of time, Ryusui had wondered if it was a “him” problem. He swore he wouldn’t ever feel the need change himself for anybody, but, well… his big brother wasn’t just anybody. 

Then there was also Francois, who was living proof that the problem wasn’t Ryusui’s. Not entirely, at least.

Francois, who had patched up cuts and scratches on such an energetic, curious kid so often that they just knew carrying a first aid kit around was a necessity. Francois, who had always tucked a handful of hair ties in their pocket after a certain junior high schooler decided it’d be cool to grow out his hair. Francois, who had gotten so used to shopping with this big spender that “I desire that you get something for yourself!” didn’t faze them anymore, and in fact, would be quickly met with “As you wish, Master Ryusui.”

With only this one person who he could always turn to, young Ryusui had made sure that Francois only got the grandest gifts. Whether it was their birthday, New Year’s, Christmas, even an ordinary day—it had to be lush and flashy and expensive. A diamond-encrusted stopwatch from America. A 162 by 130 centimeter painting from an artist he forgot the name of. A handbag from a luxury brand with Francois' name sewn in with gold thread.

But as Ryusui grew older, those gifts had begun to feel hollow.

So over the years, they got less expensive. And it wasn’t like he was actively trying to save money when gift shopping, either; the ones that felt more heartfelt simply happened to be less flashy, instead more practical and thoughtful. A foreign cuisine cookbook. Scented candles for their room. A new pair of gloves.

One year, the gifts had completely stopped coming.

This hadn't disheartened Francois in the slightest—really, it had made their heart swell to see just how far their little boy had matured. Because instead of the gifts, Ryusui simply dedicated his time. They spent entire days together on a normal basis, sure, but how much of that was actual quality time?

Francois was aware that the term had multiple definitions to different people, but they could definitively tell when Ryusui was consciously, actively making sure that their time together was of the utmost quality. And it gave them such a priceless kind of joy.

Needless to say, Ryusui was happy. They were both more than happy with where their relationship stood; by today, most of it quite literally boiled down to numerous silent understandings.

So it just couldn’t be a “him” problem, right? Not when the effort he put into forging that familial bond with Francois became something he was so proud of.

If Sai would just let him in, Ryusui would often think, he’d definitely be able to win over his affection.

At one point, it had troubled him so much that he straight-up asked Francois about it.

“To my understanding,” they had said, gently setting the cup of fresh tea on the table in front of him, “your desire is not to force him into anything. As is expected, of course. I know well that you would hate to serve to harm anyone, Master Ryusui. Especially since, in this case, this is someone you admire and respect so deeply.”

Elbows propped against his knees, Ryusui stared solemnly at the floor as he mumbled in agreement.

“If I may be so bold as to suggest," Francois added, "perhaps it is best to respect Master Sai’s wishes. By all means, there is no harm in continuing to try, but I believe it would make him comfortable to step back once he is firm to say no.”

With a sigh, Ryusui leaned back into the couch. “Right. I understand.” He then flashed Francois a playful grin. “And here I was thinking you’d be completely on my side, eh, Francois?”

They smiled. “I must admit, both you brothers not only have my loyalty, but also my heart’s affection.”

Ryusui stood suddenly.

“Ah, I deeply apologize if I overstepped any bounda—“

“Thank you,” is all he said, silently squeezing them in a tight embrace.

And indeed, Ryusui wasn’t the only brother they had always looked out for.

Part of Francois’ dynamic skillset as a professional chef was having variations to every single dish they knew how to prepare. Typically, there was the one most liked by the general public, as well as “Ryusui’s version,” but they had also gone out of their way to mentally establish a “Sai’s version.”

They had always known that he was far too timid to ever speak up about how he’d like a certain food to be prepared—especially when the entire family hierarchy existed to tell him that his opinion was void. Instead, it had involved a lot of carefully reading his expressions during multi-course meals with a variety of dishes. After a while, it got easier; and nothing had made Francois happier than to see another satisfied customer at their hands.

So naturally, Ryusui hadn't been the only disheartened one when Sai moved to India.

Distance, however, was not something Francois considered consequential enough to hinder a butler’s duties. After getting in touch with his university, they had been able to check up on him via text. Francois had figured it would be good to remind him that he was still cared for back home, but not overdo it to the point of being overbearing. Judging by his friendly replies, thankfully, they appeared to have done a good job.

Though, as much of a success that was, it had still been sad to see their charge have to grow up without an older brother.

The ideal, reliable, present older brother—a lot of people dreamed of that, right?

Because really, for someone who seemed so full of himself—and to an extent, actually was—Ryusui truly enjoyed having somebody to look up to. And it wasn’t even primarily about Sai’s breadth of knowledge or finesse of talent; no, that was a mere bonus, even in his greedy eyes. Ryusui was far too fixated on simply having someone of his own blood to lean on.

But that was something Sai had only realized years down the line, thanks to a bit of help.

He told himself it was because their situation had already framed it badly enough. That Ryusui’s unapologetic personality hadn't helped either of them. That it was just some horrible coincidence that him being disgustingly efficient at mental math overlapped with Ryusui wanting him to do math for his passion projects. That—

Ugh, who was he kidding?

The truth clear to Sai now was that his little brother didn’t care what the hell they were doing, as long as they were doing it with each other.

It was so damn obvious in hindsight. Sai hated himself for being the cause of such a pitiful truth to come to fruition—if his brother was so desperately starved of any and all interaction, whose fault was that?  

“Sai!” The voice’s owner had stepped into his room after knocking only once. “You free? There’s something awesome I want you to see!”

Perhaps what made it worse was that Ryusui didn’t seem to hold any grudge at all.

Sai had gone rigid from his spot at the desk. “Ryusui—“

Next time, wait for me to answer before coming in, were the words at the tip of his tongue, but he forcefully swallowed them down upon looking up. Somehow, even just a little bit, the stupidly wide grin smeared across his brother’s features made the effort worth it.

Instead, Sai rubbed at his eyes, sighing. “Uh, maybe later? I’m actually pretty tired.”

“That’s totally fine! I’ll come back later, then, yeah?”

“Oh, but I—uh, actually—“ he blurted, making Ryusui halt with one foot out the door. “You can, um…” Sai avoided his eyes, overwhelmed by the mental gymnastics it took to reach for the right words. “You should—you should stay. Let’s talk over some curry? I… I’ve got some spare in the fridge.”

And talk over curry they did.

It had been lightly reminiscent for the most part, both of them trying not to run out of things to say. (You could imagine that was much easier for one than it was for the other.) From the weird, exotic pet that their uncle used to keep in the back garden, to how much faster Ryusui could have leveled up in Mario Brothers if Sai had just taught him, to how they admittedly should’ve played more chess together.

Eventually, it got quiet. Both of them staring at their bowls, the floor, anything but each other. It was the kind of quiet Sai absolutely loathed—unfinished, begging for somebody to just say something. Anything. 

So to fill that silence, Sai apologized.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, barely audible. He stuffed another spoonful of rice into his mouth, hoping it’d stuff any remnants of his shame with it as he continued. “I was never a good brother. I know a bunch of things made me unhappy back then, but I shouldn’t have acted like you were part of the problem.

“Sorry that I’m… I should’ve said goodbye, but I—well, I didn’t.” He chuckled bitterly. “Guess it, like… I dunno, got that bad? I just… I was so scared of what they would’ve done with me, with my life. I’m not like you, Ryu. I never could’ve slithered into the ranks the way y—“

“The Nanami name is my own brand now,” Ryusui said, a-matter-of-factly. “Maybe thousands of years ago, it wasn’t completely mine, but without all the complicated stuff in the way anymore, it sure is now!” he laughed, and for a moment, the devilish little brother was back, but it quickly faded.

“Sai,” he continued, hard gaze locked onto his brother, “I want you to be able to do the same. To make your own name for yourself. It doesn’t even have to be with our last name—hell, Sai sounds cool enough to use for a video game name. Or whatever it is that sounds fun to you. As long as you want it, ‘kay? I know it’s tough to have someone want something from you if it’s all people have ever done, but I want what you want.”

Ryusui couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t been hurt. That was okay. He didn’t need to.

“Regardless of what happened in the past,” he said, “what I want is you to be happy.”

Blinking rapidly, Sai vainly wished that his pricking tears had been from the spice instead.

“I… I’ll try.”

To his whole heart’s relief, his brother didn’t comment, despite the fact that he surely noticed.

Instead, Ryusui licked his lips, back to contemplating the dish at hand. “Man. I still think Francois’ cooking is always above perfect,” he started, “but for some reason, my food has always tasted better than yours. They’re cooked differently, am I wrong?”

“Really?” Sai snorted, swiping at his cheek with the back of his hand. “Well, good. You always liked your flavors way too strong anyway.”

“Wouldn’t change a thing!”

And it was true—not about his taste palette, nor about his brother.

Because for years, Ryusui didn't have Sai’s time, but who would he be if he thought that it was ever too late to make up for it?

#this was so unsolicitedly fluffy i kinda hate myself #also there's no way i'm tagging Everybody in this #that's ten too many people #dcst #dcst fanfic #dr stone #dr. stone #dr stone manga #dcst fluff #dr stone characters #dr. stone fanfic #🍃.scribbles #💫.fnfcs

[randomgoosegame]

Wanna Play A Game?

Request - Can you do a senku x fem reader where they are playing strip poker and it ends in sex

Warnings/disclaimers - smut, strip poker, unprotected sex, slight bitting

You lay on the ground in the laboratory bored out of your mind as Senku was experimenting with some new supplies. You sigh and roll to your back looking up at Senku on the other side of the lab.

"Senku, I'm bored come take a break." You crawled towards him with a pout.

"I'm working, why not join me?" Senku smiled patting you on the head.

"But Senku you know I'll just mess up more than help." You laughed.

"Hmm, I guess I can take a break for a little while."

"Really!" Senku nods and sat on the floor near you.

"How about we play a game?" Senku grinned at you and pulled out some cards. You raised a curious brow at him and smiled.

"Oh? And what kind of game were you thinking?"

"Poker, but with a twist. Every time you lose... you have to take some clothing off." You blushed and your mouth gaped open like a fish.

"Senku you horny man!" You gasped. Senku shrugged with a sly smile.

"Well do you wanna play or are you chicken?"

"I'll play! I'm no chicken, unlike you Senku." You shot back with a smile. Senku shuffled the cards and passed the correct number of cards to you. You picked up your cards and looked over them at Senku.

You both placed the cards down at the same time. You came out with the higher number.

"Haha! I won." You boasted, making Senku chuckle.

"If you wanted me out of my clothes you could have said so." Senku teased. You blushed and turned your head away from him. Senku chuckled and took off one of his leather shoes.

You two had played a few more rounds before you had to take anything major off. The first main thing you chose to strip was your skirt since it already showed off most of your legs.

Senkus's eyes lingered on your legs as you neatly folded your skirt. Senku cleared his throat and place new cards in order. You blushed and kneel back in front of him.

You picked up your cards and flipped them at the same time with Senku. This one he had lost. Your stomach did flips as Senku slowly began removing his overcoat exposing his torso. Senku tossed the clothing to the side without care.

You lost another game and took your top off, exposing your clothed breasts to him. Senkus tongue darted out to wet his lips. Your eyes followed the muscle and grew hot under the sexual tension in the air.

"Wanna go another round?" Senku asked leaning back on his arms. You nodded and reached for the cards. Senku raised his hand and brushed it along your cheek, pushing your hair from your face. You blushed and looked up at Senku from your lashes.

Senku hummed and held your jaw with his thumb and forefinger. He swiped his thumb across your lip and pulled it down a little bit. You stuck your tongue out and gave his thumb a few kitten licks. You were pleased to hear his breath hitch in his throat.

You smiled and sucked Senkus thumb into your mouth. Senkus lips parted in shock as he felt you swirl your tongue around his thumb, giving it a hard suck before pulling back with a quiet pop.

"Now, how about that game?" You sat back on your calves and picked up the cards leaving a stunned Senku. Senku chuckled slightly and scratched the back of his neck before grabbing the cards that you laid out for him. You both flipped your cards down and your belly tightened with excitement even though you lost.

"Looks like I won," Senku replied smoothly. You laughed nervously and slowly reached behind your back to undo your bra. Senku grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest.

"Here, let me get that for you." He whispered in your ear before latching onto your earlobe with his teeth. Senku's hands snaked around your torso and expertly unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor. Your pudgy chest rubbed against Senku's hard one and you bit your lip to keep in a moan.

"There you go, sweetheart." Senku breathed out and squeezed your sides. You squeaked and slapped his hands away. Senku smirked and watched as you pulled away from him and covered your chest.

"That's not how the game works," Senku said sternly and pulled your arms away from your chest. Your face flushed as his eyes racked over your breasts.

"Just breathtaking." Senku breathed out and licked his lips as he drank in your naked form. You squirmed under his gaze while your face heated up.

"Senku-" You started but were cut off by his lips pressing to your own. You gasped in surprise but kissed him back with equal force. Senku groaned softly as your hands snaked into his hair and tugged lightly on the strands. His hands slowly started to explore your body, squeezing at your sides and pulling you onto his lap.

By the time you both broke the kiss, you were both breathing heavily. Senku nibbled at your bottom lip before trailing his lips down your neck and across your collar bones. You moaned softly as Senku latched onto your left nipple and one of his hands found its way to the other.

Your hands pull Senku further into your chest as you moan out. Senku grinned against your fleshy mounds as he pulled, licked, and sucked at each nipple, satisfied with the soft mewls and pants coming from you.

"Senku please!" You gasped and ground your barley-clothed sex against his thigh. Senku pulled back from your chest just enough to watch you work yourself up on his thigh. Senku groaned as he felt the dampness of your underwear grow and spread on his leg.

You moaned out as Senku flexed his thigh and helped you grind harder against him. You latched your lips to his neck trying to suppress the moans that spilled from your lips. You nibbled and sucked on Senkus's neck leaving a variety of marks in your wake.

Senku tangled his long fingers in your hair and lightly pulled you away from his neck. You whined softly and pouted looking up at him. Senku chuckled and pushed you to lay on the floor. He crawled over the top of you and pressed you into the hard floor with his body.

"Mmm, so pretty. Is this all for me?" Senku asked as his hands ran along your thighs and ghosted over your underwear. You nodded swiftly and bit your lip not trusting your voice.

"Gotta use that sweet voice of yours baby or I'm not gonna touch you." Senku threatened with a smile and slowly pulled his hands back and away from your body.

"Y-yes Senku! It's all for you!" You rushed out and tried to pull him closer by his shoulders. Senku smiled wickedly and pushed on the damp spot of your underwear. Your hips buck involuntarily and you let out a quiet whimper.

Senku bit his lip as he rubbed your clit through your panties. You moaned out and attempted to pull Senku in for another kiss but was pushed down again, this time by his hips as he ground into your heat. You shuttered as Senku dived back into your breasts, nipping and grazing his teeth on each one.

"Senku please I need more, I need you." You whined and bucked your hips into his erection to emphasize your need. Senku groaned and pulled away from your chest. He hooked his fingers into the hem of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

"Always so needy huh?" Senku grinned. You huffed and turned your head away from him to hide your growing blush. Senku swiftly pushed a finger into your tight walls making you cry out at the sudden intrusion.

"Damn your so wet." He hissed and pushed another finger into you. You moaned out loudly as Senku moved his fingers in and out of your tightness. Senkus eyes stayed trained on your face watching the way your eyes squeezed shut as his fingers drive deeper with each thrust, hitting all the right spots.

A third finger joined the assault on your sex, drawing more high-pitched whimpers and moans out of you. Senku groaned as he watched your eyes roll in the back of your head and your walls clamped tighter on his digits. Your thighs shook as you came, crying out Senkus's name loudly. Your nails dug into his forearm as you grabbed it trying to ground yourself to him.

Senku's fingers slid out of your still quivering walls making you whine softly at the loss of fullness. Senku chuckled and cleaned his fingers off you.

You watched him with half-lidded eyes as he moved up your body leaving small kisses up to your lips. You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Senkus body pressed into yours and he hissed softly as his member rubbed up against your thigh. One of your hands buried into Senku's hair as the other drifted down his sides and then grasped him through his briefs. Senku moaned into your mouth and his hips twitched forward into your palm.

You continued to press and rub over his cock while tugging on Senku's hair. Senkus head fell to your neck where he panted and groaned. You whimpered as Senku bit down onto the juncture of your neck and grabbed your wrist stopping its movement on his member.

"C'mon Senku, I wanna make you feel good." You breathed into his ear before gently nibbling on the shell of it. Senku moaned and kissed your wrist before grabbing your other in the same hand and placing them above your head. Your bottom lip jutted out into a pout as Senku pulled away from you.

"In due time sweetheart." Senku looked down at you with blown pupils and a small smile. Senku's free hand ran down your side like he was trying to remember each freckle, mark, and scar that was placed there.

You smiled as he kissed your cheek and pulled off the last article of clothing he had on. Senku sighed softly and jerked himself a few times before grazing your clit with the tip of his cock. Your back arched into his chest as he pressed on your clit a few times.

"Senku..." You whined out his name and wiggled your hips for more friction. Senku shook his head softly and slipped himself through your folds and into your entrance. Your combined moans filled the air as he sunk deeper into you, almost to the hilt.

Senku sighed softly and placed his head on your chest. Your legs delicately wrapped around his waist and you shifted to guide him as deep as he could go. Senku pressed a kiss in the valley of your breasts and pulled back a bit only to thrust his hips back into yours harshly.

You moaned and called out Senku's name each time he filled you. Senkus hands dropped down to your hips freeing your hands. You hummed in gratitude and winded your fingers through his hair pulling him into your chest as your back arched.

Senku groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. Senku thrust widely into you, he aimed blindly for the spots that make you moan the loudest and squeeze him the tightest.

Your whole body felt like it was gonna combust at any moment as Senku moaned and grunted in your ear. Senku hiked your leg up his hip more allowing him to thrust deeper into you. Senkus teeth sunk shallowly into your neck making you moan out louder due to the mix of pain and pleasure.

"S-senku! I'm gonna-" You were cut off by a loud moan that ripped through your throat. Senku let out a breathy chuckle and nodded slowly.

"Me too sweetheart, me too." Senku huffed and started to swiftly rub at your clit. Your hips bucked up into Senku's matching his thrusts and driving him impossibly deeper. Senku shuttered and let out a throaty moan feeling your walls spasm and constrict around him.

"Let go baby c'mon cum with me please." Senkus voice faded out into a whine as his hips stuttered and he came inside you. You moan and cry out as Senku's hot cum triggers your climax.

Senku laid on top of you, caging you in his hold. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his sweat-soaked forehead. Senku slipped out of you making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. He raised his head from your chest and you brushed his hair back out of his face.

"Wanna play another game?" Senku asked with a smile.

#fluff and smut #smut #dr stone #dr stone anime #ishigami senku x reader #senku #senku x reader #senku ishigami #dr stone manga #doctor stone #dr stone x reader #dcst senku #dcst x reader #dcst smut #senku smut #senku fluff

[empressgetou]

YOU'RE MINE, I'M YOURS

boyfriend senku x reader

hours after both of suika and y/n who went across to shore to the island where senku and the others were supposed to be. luckily for them ryusui managed to throw suika overboard who was cleaning the docks and y/n who was nearby the kid just in time for the petrification by a second.

y/n stayed behind the island to look for senku as suika went back to the ship to check up on the others and just as night the night falls ibarra and kirisame's group came checking up on the ship making the woman worried about the poor girl on her own in the ship.

"the lab!" echoed through the island.

i recognized that voice anywhere, kohaku! senku and the others must be near. as i look up on the side of the island there they were in a gather with a few people i don't recognized, i was about to ran up to them then i saw kohaku kissing senku...

KISSING SENKU??

i was never the type to be the "im jealous" girlfriend, even before the petrification my relationship with senku is actually great than the usual couples around. that's because he never gave me a reason to over something minor. sure, i may or may not have been a little jealous over the whole marriage thing that was set up with ruri back a few months but that was in the past and now i see this? boy you better have an explanation to this too or i might cut your–

i ran fast as i could to catch up, as i can already see the mobile lab who im assuming suika managed to drive through up to the mountains. as soon as the vehicle stopped they too have stopped their tracks and managed to spot me in my place.

"y/n! you're here! you weren't petrified?" gen asked surprisingly and his eyes went to the leek head whom im not naming.

"nahh ryusui managed to throw me into the ocean just in time with suika" i laughed a little remembering a few hours ago how pissed off i was thinking he has even the audacity to throw us like we're a rock or something but im glad ryusui did managed to save us.

"kekeke somehow i had a feeling you survived that thing though i never expected you'd be here on the island" senku already on my side and had a little smirk on. oh how i wanna punch that handsome face so bad right now.

i rolled my eyes, "course i did. m'not really and idiot ya know." i smirked back.

"good job, you two!" praised senku.

we managed to get out of the villagers hair and went to the underwater cave to hide in the meantime while we prepare in infiltrating the harem and well that includes getting kohaku ready for the act.

"the ingredients are simple!"

"honey, lemon and coconut?"

"ahhh you're making a conditioner?"

"that's ten billion points for you, my dearest!" senku pointed at me as if ive won the lottery.

"you mind leaving me some for my hair?"

and then here's amaryllis having the greatest idea i never would've thought i'd come up with. but men dressing as women? specially senku? i never thought i'd see the day.

"pftt"

"yeah, yeah laugh it while you can honey. you don't know what's coming next for ya." he said while having an obvious annoyed face.

gen however pulled it off but his height was a bit much for an average girl. then there's soyuz, yeah i dont even wanna explain how he looks. and then lastly ginro, well he passed, perfection i might add.

"well that's that. obviously we know who is coming to the harem" i said as i was about to go back to the mobile lab, kohaku spoke.

"we're not done yet y/n, you're next!" and managed to pull me to her side.

"waittt! im not–"

"no buts! come on, you're a candidate yourself if i say so myself plus we could totally infiltrate the harem without a problem if both of you and me work together inside."

"ughhh nooo i don't wanna. too much workkk"

kohaku and amaryllis managed to dress up y/n nicely and while doing so senku's eyes never left her figure and her hair specially. he realized that y/n never actually leave her hair down just like before the petrification maybe because they were always busy working back at the village it would be distracting having her long wavy hair in the way, he only saw her hair down whenever she'd take a bath by the river and whenever she would sleep beside him. amaryllis also put make up on y/n and it definitely just made her even more beautiful and vibrant much to senku's pleasure. he was falling all over again.

"looking good there", he complimented

"thanks. i thought you'd never notice", y/n sarcastically said.

"been a while since i've had make up on too. does it look weird?" she asked worriedly.

"nahh you're good. you're beautiful." he said almost whispering.

"alrightyyy y/n, you're coming with us right?", kohaku asked

"huh? but i'm not really needed there right? hehe", y/n tried to convince her friend.

before y/n and her group went to the harem selection she managed to get inside the mobile lab and talked to senku.

"so i was thinking since ya' know could be a few days or weeks before we'd succeed in the infiltration but i just wanna clarify something." fiddling her hands thinking maybe she just misunderstood what kohaku did to his boyfriend.

"yeah, got something to say before you leave me here all alone?" senku joked still doing his science work.

"i saw kohaku kissed you last night." and went silent, it made y/n think maybe she was stupid to even conclude at that idea.

"ah yeah she did"

"what! why?"

"easy tiger, that was unexpected for me as well, we have to get a distraction from the enemy. gen's fault he included me."

silence again.

"but i guess that made you uncomfortable huh?" she nodded still fiddling her fingers.

he saw this and went to holding her close.

"m'sorry if it made you feel bad, i take full responsibility of how you're feeling right now. tell you what i'll give gen an earful about that and maybe after this whole infiltration thing, we spend time more together after, hmm?" trying to apologize the woman.

"mmm, i see.."

"i understand i just want to know why it had to be done." she said faintly smiling.

"m'sorry if you understood that way. there's nothing going on. m'still yours forever and always" he tried to cheer up.

she then hugged him and he immediately reciprocated. silence engulfing them once again while enjoying the company of each other.

"i love you"

"me to honey. i love you so damn much. i'm yours. okay?" reassuring her and gently pushing his lips into her sweet candy flavored ones.

masterlist

"mmm, you're mine and i'm yours" she giggled.

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[intheticklecloset]

These Distracted Days (Dr. Stone)

Summary: When Senku accidentally hurts Gen while trying to escape being tickled, he takes an extra minute to make sure he's all right and gets...well, a tad distracted.

A/N: I wrote this one almost a year ago and have had it waiting in the wings for just the right moment. I've been in a Sengen mood lately, so here you go! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1436

Warning: Some suggestive content, but still SFW

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Senku was seriously beginning to wonder if he’d ever be safe again.

“Gah! Mentalist, wait – cuhuhuhut it out! Gen!” the scientist found himself giggling for the millionth time, trying to curl up protectively even as Gen knelt over him, fingers in his belly. He left his work for one second…!

Gen beamed at him with that devil-may-care smile that always made Senku’s heart do weird flips in his chest. “Time for your tickle time out, Senku~”

“Thahahat’s not even a thihihing! Seheheriously, mentalist, stohohop – I hahahave to gohoho!”

“Go where?”

Senku’s face flushed at how silly he knew he was about to sound, but well…desperate times.

“I hahahahave to peehehehehehee! Let me uhuhuhup!”

Instead of being released like he’d hoped – and honestly, rather expected – Gen’s eyes lit up instead.

Oh, no.

“Aww~ I’ve never made you laugh that hard before! I wonder if all it takes is a little tickle riiiight here…”

Gen pinched that spot at the base of Senku’s sides right above his hips that he’d recently discovered, giggling along with the scientist as he arched his back and squirmed in the grass, lips pulled into a helpless smile despite himself. The mentalist was so busy trying to get the younger man to snort that he didn’t realize the imminent danger he was in until it was too late.

“Mehehehehentalist!” Senku cackled as Gen pinched a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves. He tossed his head back and brought his knee up, catching the mentalist in…well…a rather unfortunate place.

Gen groaned, clutched his stomach, and rolled off of Senku in one fluid motion, all playful tickling coming to an abrupt halt. Despite his mildly hazy state, the scientist was fully aware of what he’d done, and he sat upright quickly, grasping Gen’s shoulder.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean…I just reacted, and…” He cursed under his breath when shifting his weight reminded him of his original problem. He had to go. Like, now. He’d waited until the last minute as it was. “I’ll be right back, I swear – don’t you dare move, mentalist!”

A minute later Senku rushed back, business done and mind refocused on the next problem to solve.

Gen was sitting up now, taking deep breaths, shooting a smirk at the scientist when he knelt down beside him, hand on his shoulder. “I guess you did try to warn me, huh?”

“The last thing I meant to do was…that.” Senku coughed. “Can you stand? Let’s get you back home.”

“I’m fine, Senku, really,” Gen replied, though he accepted the offer of help and got to his feet, allowing his friend to steer him toward the tent they shared with Chrome and now Ryusui.

Senku tsked. “Just let me make sure, okay? I don’t want to lose our prized mentalist; we need you now more than ever.”

Gen hid his face behind his longer strand of hair before he gave his blush away. “Aww, I’m touched by your concern~”

Ten minutes later, Gen was sitting cross-legged on his bedroll, empty bowl of water nearby, and Senku still fussing like a mother hen. It was hilarious, really, but the mentalist knew better than to say anything.

“I am sorry, Gen,” the scientist said again. “At the risk of putting myself back into your warpath, is there anything else I can do to help?”

The mentalist smirked, and for a moment Senku regretted asking when the older man uncrossed his legs and leaned back on his bedroll with a suggestive glint in his eye, propped up on his elbows. “I can think of a couple of things you can do if you really want to pay me back, dear Senku.”

There was a brief silence. Gen hid his racing heart with excellence, not daring to even hint at the hope he felt right now, miniscule as it was. Senku’s mouth pulled down in a slight frown, but then his features smoothed out and his trademark chuckle escaped his lips as he got to his knees and crawled forward.

“Well, if you insist…” Senku murmured, grasping Gen’s knees and pushing them aside so he could slot in between them, “…I’d be happy to show you how to tickle someone properly.”

Gen didn’t even have time to process the words before fingers were drilling into his ribs and belly, making him squeal and fall back with peals of laughter, legs flailing but catching nothing but air.

“You’ll notice I’ve positioned myself so that I’m unable to be kicked ‘where the sun don’t shine,’ as they say. Rookie mistake on your part, really. I expected better from you.”

“Sehehehehehenku!”

“Are you taking notes, mentalist?”

This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind, but Gen couldn’t complain. He nodded through his frantic giggles, trying to shimmy away. “Yehehehehes, teheheheheacher!”

“Being smart with me, eh? All right, how about we move on to the next section?” Senku grinned, his playfulness seeping through every word as he snatched up Gen’s arms and pinned his wrists above his head, still scribbling at his ribs.

“Ah! S-Sehehehehenku!”

“The next obvious thing you missed is to get their arms out of the way so they can’t defend themselves. You usually do that. It must be first on your list of things you do when you tickle me.” Senku quirked a brow, mock disappointed. “I wonder why you skipped it today?”

Gen tried to stick his tongue out defiantly, but it was hard when he was smiling so big. “The dahahahahay is yohohohoung!”

The scientist grinned, and a wicked gleam came over his eyes that both excited Gen and made him nervous at the same time, his giggling turning more panicky without his realizing it.

“Finally,” Senku said, his voice lower now, fingers walking up his ribs one by one in a slow, torturous crawl, “go for the kill. Completely immobilize them by going for their weakest spot. You were just shy of doing this one.”

“S-Sehehehenku,” Gen whined, trying to squirm away and then – failing that – wrapping his legs around Senku’s waist from behind and pulling him closer so that their foreheads were pressed together. Again, not what he’d had in mind, but…

Senku’s fingers had stopped tickling now, his entire body going rigid in surprise. “What…?”

“You talk too much,” Gen whispered, shivering at Senku’s breath on his lips.

“I talk too much? Have you looked in a mirror lately? Then again, Ryusui could give you a run for your money now that he’s joined up—”

“You’re driving me insane, Senku.” Gen bit his lip, shifted his hips, eyes flicking down and then up to meet the scientist’s crimson irises.

Senku swallowed, but he didn’t move, didn’t release Gen’s wrists. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I didn’t…I didn’t know I could do that to you.” Senku’s voice was a murmur now, his own gaze flitting down just slightly. “You’ve been making me crazy forever, mentalist.”

Gen’s heart sank a little. “I don’t mean in the annoying way—”

“I know what you mean.” Senku closed the distance between them, pressing their lips together in a gentle, searching caress that made Gen’s breath catch.

Only then did Senku release his hands, propping himself up above the older man with his arms, shaking from the effort even as the mentalist wove his fingers through his hair and pulled him the rest of the way down so their bodies could fit together like they were always meant to do so.

Senku had to pull back first, gasping a little, eyes clouded over with something Gen had never seen in them before. Something he liked to see very much. He giggled.

“Never thought you’d be the one to top, Senku-chan~”

“Thought about this, have you?”

“Only since forever.”

Senku groaned low in his throat and kissed him again.

Later, after they were both spent and had entirely forgotten what they’d planned to do with their days, the mentalist snuggled into his scientist’s chest and murmured, “I’m so sleepy now.”

“Then go to bed,” Senku answered, his usual dry, logical side back in place after being thoroughly scrambled and rearranged to adjust to this new turn his relationship with Gen had taken.

“Noooo.” Gen snuggled even closer, arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. “You’re so warm. I want to stay like this forever.”

Senku took a shuddering breath, heart skipping a beat at the openly affectionate tone. He brought one hand up to pat the back of Gen’s head, saying nothing more, basking in the moment while it lasted.

The mentalist hummed contentedly, also unwilling to break the silence any further for once.

He’d never been happier in his life.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #dr stone #dcst #asagiri gen #ishigami senku #sengen #playful #fluff #cute #boyfriends #lovers #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[nathiyy]

My self-indulgent ass wrote this and I don't know how to feel about it ⚰️

this may have some grammatical errors but im too lazy to bother correcting them.

Anw, made Ryusui x fem! reader

theme is just all fluff hshshshshs

also 2,136 words hihi

Sitting comfortably on the couch, you scrolled through your phone viewing posts and videos around. Arms were placed each beside you, making you look up to see a blonde man closing the gap between you two, placing a quick peck before pulling away.

Ah...right, how could you forget? Your so-called "Greediest man alive" of a husband. He does his typical humorous laugh and snaps his fingers.

'How is my lovely dear doing?' He speaks his usual flamboyant voice, placing himself beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist, you sighed softly and pats his head, with him leaning towards your touch, despite his extroverted and open personality, it's still adorable to see this side of him to you.

Before you could answer his question, he made himself comfortable around you by laying on your lap, pulling your hand on his head for pats and your other hand with his to fiddle around with, definitely loving this.

"I'm doing fine as always, Ryusui." You giggle at his antics and began patting his head softly while your other hand was played around with your husband, intertwining your hands and rubbing your knuckles time to time.

To be honest, you never even expected to be with a guy like him, moreover to get married to him, or even expect for him to be the one who fell for you at the first place.

---

You were just walking around the town, trying to find the library, possibly going to find some books that pique your interest and rent them for awhile to enjoy reading them on your apartment.

Through your walk, you passed by a flower shop, you stopped to take a glance at the flowers that were displayed around, before considering to buy some later when you finally get some books to read, but you noticed a man in the shop, of course buying some flowers but it looked weird because of the flower shop owner and this man seemed to be arguing, curious, you hesitantly went in to help with the poor old owner.

'I desire this bouquet!' The strange man exclaimed, with the owner fidgeting nervously "But sir, those are not for sale !" the owner mentioned, trying to reason with this man. Before they could bicker further, they heard the door open with the bells hitting, signaling your presence, you looked at the both of them as they stared right back at you, surprised, but the old man composed himself and welcomes you in the shop, you bowed slightly and roamed around the shop trying to find flowers to your liking, not uttering a word.

You originally planned to offer help but it's better to listen in what the problem is before helping, in the meantime you can also find flowers that you'll buy later.

The old man looked at you before trying to reason with the man again, to not disturb you finding flowers. "Like I said sir, these aren't for sale..." You heard what the owner said as your eyes landed on a certain flower, sighing as you finally found something, you stood up and slowly walked towards the two men, understanding the situation now.

You saw the flower that the strange man wanted to buy and you faced towards him.

"Is there a special occasion for you to buy flowers?"

He laughed humoursly and snapped his fingers, smiling brightly. "There is, pretty lady !"

You chuckled lightly at his response "May I ask what that occasion is? If you don't mind me asking.." looking at him with calm eyes, he looked directly to yours seeing his hazel eyes shining before responding.

"Today is my beloved mother's birthday! And I am here to buy a bouquet of flowers as my present along with my other presents for her!" His voice tells that he really loves his mother and always is grateful to have her within his life. You looked over the flower he wanted, seeing a Yellow Carnation, ah that's why the owner wouldn't give it to him.

"Well, I guess this type of flower isn't fit to be something you'll give to your beloved mother, sir." You spoke, he looked a tad confused.

"What do you mean?" Confused by your sudden remark you explained to him briefly.

"As you can see, Yellow Carnation can mean rejection or disappointment on someone, and I'm sure that's not something you feel towards your mother, am I correct?" You motioned to face him waiting for his answer.

He was quite shocked by this discovery but immediately exclaimed once again "Of course! I do not hold any hatred towards my mother!"

You giggled with his response and looked around the shop to try and find other flowers that is fitting to be a present.. You caught a flower and picked a bouquet of it and gently placed it infront of him.

"I suggest these Pink Carnations instead, it symbolize gratitude, love and respect, fitting to be a present to your mother." You smiled while eyeing the bouquet then looking at him.

He stared at you for a moment, you were sure that you saw his cheeks flush for a moment then turning back to normal, he smiles and takes the bouquet from you.

"I must say, your knowledge about flower symbolism is something very admirable pretty lady !" He laughed cheerfully and faces towards the owner who's been staring at the both of you for awhile now ' I'll get these instead sir!" The owner nodded as the transaction went peacefully.

"You two would honestly look good together." The owner said with a smile on their face, you looked at them, a bit surprised, same goes for the man before you both chuckled.

"You really think so sir?" The man asked before turning back to look at you "Well, I do think of that aswell" He smiled at you making you break your calm facade by being flustered.

He chuckled and took your hand, kissing the back of it quickly and gently let's go of it, making you blush more.

"My name is Ryusui, Nanami Ryusui, may I know your name? Or are you okay of being called 'pretty lady'?" He teased making you chuckle lightly before saying your name to him.

You two went outside the shop, presumably about to get going on your own matters.

"What a beautiful name you have, it is nice to meet you!" He wanted to talk with you more but the conversation gets interrupted by a phone call, he excused himself for a second to take the call and you let him.

It took about 3 minutes before the call ended, you didn't notice that he was finished as you were preoccupied with staring at the towns library ahead, he gently pats your shoulder that surprised you for a moment before facing towards him.

He explained that he had to go because of his mother's party and all of that, you understand what he meant but before you two could go, he wanted to have your number, you were a bit suspicious at first but with your interactions with this man, it gives you the reassurance that you can trust him, you both exchanged numbers and bid farewell to each other. Though the man stopped and looked back at your dainty figure walking away, he smiled and continued to go off for their own matters.

---

You sighed contently, remembering how you two met, that didn't go unnoticed by Ryusui

"Is something wrong my love?" He asked, looking at your face, you smiled and continued patting his head.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered how we met in the first place." Your husband chuckled and sat up on the couch, pulling your petite figure on his lap, placing his arms around your waist, and burying his face on your shoulder before sighing.

"I'm very delighted to have met you back then, who knew a flower symbolism expert would caught this greedy heart of mine." muttering on your shoulder, you chuckled and looked down, smiling, seeing both of your ring fingers be accompanied by a ring that signifies both of your undying love for each other, this somewhat feels like a dream.

"indeed I'd never thought someone like me would do such a thing" you heard him chuckle before kissing the back of your ear.

"You're too humble my dear, you should be proud to be able to pull such a person like me." He mentioned, while clearing the hair around the back of your neck, he slowly kisses it and returns back to placing his head on your shoulder.

"I remember that time where you confessed to me... infront of a crowd...." He laughed as he remembered that beautiful time.

---

You two were out in your typical friendly date, ever since you've met in the flower shop, you started to interact more and go out more, probably to a cafe or a restaurant and discuss things, probably work related, personal things, or anything.

While you both were walking towards the cafe that the both of you usually go, Ryusui suddenly stopped with you walking Infront, you noticed him and stopped to look back at him confused.

"Is there something wrong Ryusui?"

He doesn't really respond and just stares at you for a few minutes.

This man has already fell for you since the flower shop incident but he wasn't sure if this is someone he wanted, someone he desires, but at this moment, he made up his mind, all your memories together was something he always cherished and he wants you to be with him and only him everytime you meet up. He smiles brightly before shouting.

"I desire you!"

That was something you never expected him to say, he began to walk towards you slowly, the crowd of people taking a glance or two at them, you knew some were listening but that didn't really matter at the moment. He gently grabbed your hands and holds them softly.

"I desire you, your affection, your attention, your presence, your smile.... and your love."

He looks at you with an endearing face, he is being serious with this, and even if you reject him, he won't stop pursuing you anyway, when there's something or someone that he wants, Ryusui will make sure that he'll get them.

It took you a few seconds to process what is happening, you felt the same way with him and always had, it only started when you got to know each other more, the more you talked the more you fell for him, but you've kept it to yourself until the perfect time comes. 'It seems that time is today' you said to yourself.

You looked at him for a moment, you still couldn't say anything, might aswell show it than say it right? Actions speak louder than words they said.

You slowly lifted your hands to his cheek before pulling him into a kiss, definitely surprising him, as the shock slowly disappeared, he returns the kiss aswell. The crowd around you clapped and cheered for the both of you. Right, you forgot that you were in public, you both pulled away and start chuckling.

"I originally planned it to be somewhere romantic.." He sighed, placing his forehead on yours, you were looking up to him with your arms around his shoulder and his arms around your waist. You giggled at him for his remark.

"I guess you don't like it here then?" You asked as he slowly shook his head.

"I'm very happy that you're finally mine, that's what matters."

---

That was honestly years ago when it happened but it felt like all of that happened yesterday.

Ryusui looks at you with a loving gaze, if anyone was in the room right now and saw the both of you, they would say that this man is very madly inlove with their partner, which is very very true.

You sighed contently before leaning back on his chest feeling comfortable, he hums as he still wraps his arms around you, not showing any signs of letting you go.

"Time passes very fast huh?" You muttered making him hum in agreement, he's enjoying himself right now by snuggling on your shoulder, his cheeks very flush with a big wide smile on his face, you look back and chuckle at his expression, although you're no different either as your cheeks are flushed aswell.

Turning back to face him, hugging his chest, and enjoying each others presence. You look up to see him smiling endearingly at you, before pulling you into a soft and sweet kiss.

"I love you...my love.." Ryusui mutters, looking at you with loving eyes, you smile brightly at him.

Indeed, he is the greediest man in the world. as he finally captured the heavens to his heart.

"I love you too."

#dr. stone #dcst #dcst ryusui #dr stone ryusui #ryusui x reader #nanami ryusui #x reader #character x you #fluff #purely self indulgent #ryusui nanami x reader

[suncthynuts]

Senku with sick s/o

Will wear a full-on hazmat suit while taking care of you. He’ll have one of those long tongs when giving you water or your meal.

When you snap at him for his ridiculousness, he got rid of the hazmat suit and settled for a face mask.

He will be really strict with you and force you to stay in bed all day while he takes care of everything (Not that you were complaining, you loved how caring he was right now even though he was a bit annoying at the start.)

Hand feeds you with sliced fruits and the chicken porridge he cooked (He’s a surprisingly good cook.)

When you fell asleep, he silently left the room and went to work on some science stuff. He made sure to be quieter though as to not wake you up.

“Senku, I can feed myself, you know. I am not incapable of moving.”

“Urusei, eat the fruit so you can go lay down and rest,” he says as he literally shoved the last mango slice into your mouth.

You chewed on the sweet fruit and swallowed, you watch as Senku stood up to get a napkin and wipe  the trail of juice on your chin.

“What are you 5? You’re such a messy eater.”

“Hey! You’re the one who shoved it down my throat!” You pouted as he guides you to lay down on the bed, fixing the blanket on top of you.

“Yeah, yeah, go to sleep, kid. I’ll be in the other room, call me when you need something.”

You closed your eyes as he leaned down and kisses your forehead through the mask, this left you a bit flustered as he wasn’t one to always show affections. A dust of pink brushed your cheeks as you hid yourself under the blanket.

He ruffles your head with a chuckle before leaving the room to let you rest.

‘Stupid cold’

#senku x reader #ishigami senku #dr stone senku #senku #dcst senku #drst #dr. stone #dr. stone senku #fanfic #fanfiction #senku fluff

[leavingsunsets]

Hi! Dr stone fan here!

I heard you wanted a request!

Could I please request some fluff for Ryusui? I was thinking about him realizing he fell for someone, please?

Thank you!

omg omg im so so sorry this is so late !!! but here you go !!

"𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾."

[ᴬ ᴿʸᵘˢᵘⁱ ᴺᵃⁿᵃᵐⁱ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ]

A golden field, caressed by the gentle sway of the breeze.

Ryusui breaths it all in. Truly, this is what he desired. Land, chalk full of blooming wheat. It stretches far and wide on the plain, the sunset's yellow rays beam through the sky, casting it's glowy haze on the earth.

Golden hour.

And in the middle of it all, you.

Ryusui watches from a distance as you till the land, eyes honing in on your dark silhouette against the sunlight.

Ah, [name]. Always a hard worker, working from dawn to dusk. He's always admired that about you. Even when you first met, though it was quite an impression, he knew at that very moment that he desired you. Your ethics, the way you work, your dedication, everything!

He IS the greediest man in the world, after all. To not desire you, he'd have to be blind.

In the fields, your figure perks up at his presence. You so casually wave at him, a bright grin on your face.

He waves back, lips curling upwards at the small gesture. The sun's rays glow around you like a halo, highlighting your darkened form against the light. His skin feels kissed by the hues of the setting sun. Somehow, it starts seeping deep into his chest, reaching to his thrumming heart.

Another breeze passes by, fluttering his hair.

Brown eyes curve, glinting with warmth. Ryusui was never one to shy away from whatever he wanted.

Truly, he desired you.

#sunset prints ! #dcst fanfic #x reader #dr stone fanfic #dr stone x reader #dr stone #ryusui x reader #dr stone ryusui #ryusui nanami #dcst ryusui #fanfic #dcst #nanami ryusui #fluff #reblogs are appreciated

[zaimta]

Hey, how are you? Can I please ask relationship headcanons for Sai from Dr Stone with a male reader? I struggle to find headcanons or scenario for him and I like this cute boy a lot.

Have a good day/night and feel free to ignore

zai says: i actually love sai so bad he's the cutest!! SAI STANS UNITE

ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

MODERN WORLD-

he’s the sweetest guy ever, pinkie link believer because he would be too nervous to hold your hand sometimes

indoor dates just chilling at one of y’all’s places is very common for y’all. maybe playing a new video game together or binge-watching y’all’s favorite show

loves playing co-op games with you, and they end up testing your relationship so bad that it’s hilarious. like overcooked!! y’all are a mess

he lets you beat him at games from time to time because he loves seeing you smile

if you wanted him to he would mod all your consoles for you. buys you all your amiibo faves your shelves are decorated with merch because if he spots something of your favorite character he will buy it for you with a quickness

he teaches you to code!! even better if you’re like a comp sci major or something because he loves helping you study

talks to you about some random coding program for hours and it’s the cutest thing ever because it’s so obvious that he loves what he does

late night talks about how he doesn’t really want to take over nanami corp. he just wants to code and make his own game

isabelle and doomguy/doom slayer vibes

he’s such a sap for you “my boyfriend” this “my boyfriend” that whoever he’s close with knows every last unnecessary detail about you because he talks about you so much

he adores kissing your hands, he never tells you why because he always gets embarrassed

bubs enthusiast!! he loves calling you that but he never calls you that around anyone else it

STONE WORLD-

his stress is pumped up to ten, he’s always nervous about something and you calm him down

when he was first broken out of the stone he wanted to ask about you but he didn’t wanna feel like he was asking for too much oh but ryusui knew and gets you revived for sai

when sai can get some time alone with you he loves talking about the modern world and things he misses about it. he swears that once he’s able to code something he’ll code all of your favorite games (and he does!!)

he traces your stone cracks from time to time, his touch is so gentle like he’s trying not to ruin the cracks or like he’s afraid it’ll make them run deeper

he has you help him with the coding work, if you’re not that good he lets you do the simple stuff but he taught you enough so you know what you’re doing

when you find and error in his code that has him stressing (and since it’s on paper for a min it’s sm worse) he’s like “bubs you’re a genius!!” and he hugs you n kisses you all over your face

kinda loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, especially if your nails are on the long side it reminds him of when y’all would just chill in his room in the modern world

he loves when he gets to lay down with you and catch a break, little spoon he loves just wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest and holding your hand

he’s so deeply in love with you

#dr stone x reader #sai x reader #dr stone x male reader #sai x male reader #dr stone x you #dcst x reader #dcst x you #sai x you #sai x y/n #sai fluff #dr stone fluff #sai nanami x reader #sai nanami x you #sai nanami fluff

[junosmindpalace]

His head aches directing his eyes toward the doorway, but Senku does anyway to get a glimpse at your figure.

Your fierce expression tells him you refuse to get any closer, as if punishment for the suffering he subjected himself on the dock of the Perseus just a few hours ago. Senku had caught a glimpse of you at the far back of the crowd when the crew had rushed him in from further ambush.

He remembers pain, a lot of it, Luna tending to him, and various members coming both to check on his condition and to receive instruction and advice. He’s found himself with a rare moment of true quiet and space for himself. Until you appeared, that was;

Angrier than he ever expected to see, yet he immediately knows why. The realization makes a frown settle over his own features, and he doesn’t dare break away from your tense gaze.

You strode towards him suddenly, hand slowly coming up in the air as if to punch him, tell him off with a disapproving finger, do something to express your fear and anger toward him for his stunt. All he did was stare with his mouth firmly planted in a deep frown, not wavering in his expression for a second even when you stopped suddenly by his side, keeping your hand in the air and staring at him with a fury hardly being kept in check. His stare almost challenged you to try and retort against the sacrifice he made, and oh how it made you wanna—

But then you sighed. Stepped back. Lowered your arm back to your side. Your brows creased upward in distress, and, oh, no, was your bottom lip quivering?

“You’re an asshole.”

“Well, isn’t that a pleasant way to greet a friend?”

“You shut up with that, I thought you—“

You halted your words, turning your back toward him as horrified eyes stared forward in an attempt to steel yourself. A hand ran down your face, stopping at your mouth. What a horrifying sight that was. Not even a sign of warning.

“C’mon,” he wheezed out with a slight upward curl of his lip. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

Yet the silence his remark was met with brought his lips back to a frown, a more melancholic expression. He called out your name and was met with nothing.

“I braced myself: what more could I have done?”

And you know he’s right. He’s being realistic. You have no right lashing out so aggressively toward him. If anything, you should be praising his bravery, his sharp thinking, his ability to still uphold witty banter with you in the state he’s in. But you can’t. Not when your racing heart hasn’t settled it’s violent thrumming against your ribcage, bruising it and your mental sanity, since the shot rang out. Not since you saw the blood spill out of him. Not since you saw the intense look of pain on his face.

So for now, you hate him for it. For all of it. Even though it wasn’t his fault. He anticipated it at least, so you hate him for it.

He calls for you again.

And finally, you look over your shoulder, eyes glassy and expression fierce. The sight makes Senku want to shiver.

“I did…what needed to be done…” he starts gently. “It’s up to you guys now. And I’ll help where I can.”

Ever the efficient one, that Senku. How it could infuriate you like nothing else. You would think him made of steel at times with the way seemingly nothing fazed him. But with the way you saw his blood pour out from him so quickly, the anguish on his face, it reminded you that he was more human than anyone you’ve ever met. So passionate, so full of life. Nearly childlike in the way he winced as every uncomfortable stir and breath he in and exhaled.

The tension in your face dropped. Senku’s own expression perked up, but mostly stayed firm as you approached him tiredly, pulling up the chair by his bed and taking a seat, hands hesitating as they reached for his.

He stared down at the space in between them, and then back at you just in time for you to raise your own exhausted gaze toward him. Don’t you dare push me away, they pleaded with him.

A little knock of his knuckles against yours gave you the permission you were looking for, and your carefully took his limp hand in both of yours, holding them gently. He chuckled a little as he stared upward, while your gaze remained steady on the bed, and offered a small squeeze in return, which in turn relaxed the tension in your shoulders.

Things were okay between you two. Things would be okay. The sentiment didn’t need to be voiced aloud.

#i jusy resllt wanted to post something but had nothing to offer… #so i wrote this real quick #because i’ve been somewhat into a dcst headspace #this is unedited #dr stone x reader #dr stone angst #dr stone fluff #dcst x reader #dcst fluff #dcst angst #senku ishigami x reader #senku ishigami angst #senku ishigami fluff #ishigami senku x reader #ishigami senku fluff #ishigami senku angst #dr stone oneshot #senku ishigami oneshot

[astelren]

Dr Stone Jealousy HCs

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Jealousy (D'uh), Honestly nothing much, Gender Neutral Reader (one use of they/them pronouns), let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Ryusui Nanami

⤠ None ⤟ Dr Stone Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ None ⤟

Anon request: Hello there~ can i request a jealous ryuusui hcs uwu the world needs more ryuusui content~ thankyouu OwO

Is the dr stone fandom still alive? Hello? Anybody there? I miss talking about Ryusui and Stanley honestly... - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnliliuch.

You thought that Ryusui, a man with everything, never gets jealous? You are so, so wrong. His jealousy is more because of lack of attention though, since he is pretty secure in himself and your relationship.

What do you expect from the greediest man in the stone world? Once Ryusui gets a little bit of your attention, he wants all of it. And he doesn’t really like to share with others

But this is the stone world, there's a lot of stuff to do, so you don't give him the attention he wants and craves. If this were the modern world, Ryusui would have simply stolen your attention by either something you like, coming to you with a massive smirk on his face ready to show off his ability, or taking you out on a date

However, he can’t do it in the stone world, even if he has you working for him. Ryusui would pout seeing you talking with others, even if it’s Yuzuihira, and he is going to interrupt your conversation or simply hug you from behind

Ryusui it’s also more prone to get jealous if you are spending too much time with his brother, even if he is glad that you two are on good terms! But spending too much time with Sai and Ryusui is pouting so hard. And would constantly try to interfere with your conversation, much to his brother's dismay and terror

Like I said before it’s when you are doing it too much without him, Ryusui does understand that you two can’t be together all the time, you have stuff to do and sometimes it’s nice to be alone. But constantly, or often, ditching your time with him to be with someone else makes him jealous.

His jealousy also makes him show off, even more, just to get your attention or, even better, your compliments. Ryusui will lavish on your compliments like a beautiful calm sea, and it’s a good way to make him less jealous and calm

Another tactic is: demanding you rest. There is a lot of stuff to do, sure, but you wouldn’t want to overdo it would you? Better relax a little bit, Francis is already ready with your favorite food and drink. Ryusui would assure you that it’s okay, no one would bat an eye if they saw you two relaxing

Also… Please imagine Gen using this situation to get more money for ryusui ajsbjs “Oh, but you know! We need their service for the greater world, we don’t want to fall back from sched-“ and ryusui just throws money at him AHHAHA

I also think that, at first, he won’t understand that he is jealous. Ryusui will need either you, or Francois, to actually say it to understand what he is feeling, but then he won’t hide it or be embarrassed at all

"Yeah, I’m jealous. I want to have all your attention, and being the only one in your eyes cutie, you should know by know how greedy I am right?” Ryusui will say it with a huge smirk on his face

You can defiantly tease him about it though, he’ll let you. Smirking and teasing you back probably, holding you by the hips as he so carefully watches you and pulls you for a kiss

As per the “classic” situation of jealousy, Ryusui will simply watch from afar when someone tries to flirt with you. Stone world or modern world everyone would know that you are with him, and like I said before, he trusts you deeply, so unless the person is clearly disrespecting you, or you simply need help, he won’t interfere.

Why go with someone else when he can give you everything you wish for in the world? His endless love, money, status, attention, all you have to do is ask and Ryusui would give it to you no question asked.

You can’t even try to make him jealous on purpose, since Ryusui sees through it way too quickly. He won’t flirt with someone else to make you jealous but will tease you to no end, laughing and kissing all over your face while commenting on how cute you are.

Jealous Ryusui is so needy and clingy, not really leaving your side and wanting your attention all the time. A good way to make his jealousy go away is to cuddle with him before going to sleep, holding him closer to you.

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[yuichi-ro]

3:54 𝘗𝘔 - 𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘯

cw: fem!Reader x Asagir Gen, multiple povs used, Senku being Senku, pining, sfw, unedited wc: 4.5k (don’t look at me...) blank/ageless/minors DNI   ࿐ ◕ᴗ◕✿  ─gen asks for counsel from a not so well equipped friend

He set down the glass beaker so Senku could look lazily over at his cohort who’d been silent for some time now, “I’d be less concerned about your silence if you were reading...go take a manga from Ginro so it looks like you’re doing something Gen.”

“Is that anyway to treat a friend Senku?” Gen acted aghast but even that seemed off plum just enough to make Senku’s brows knit together in a scowl. The mentalist picked up on that and looked away once more, “If you’re alluding to something being wrong, just ask.”

“I’m not asking anything.” Senku went back to what he was doing. Fingertips careful to pick up the beaker as he swished the liquid around, “I’m saying it’s unnerving to have you quiet. Maybe a book would remedy that.”

“Remedy what for you or me?”

“Does it matter?” Senku gave a hint of a smile as he poured his mixture into the bigger beaker. 

“Ha ha, very funny Senku.” Gen’s deadpan look of un-amusement lingered even after he finished speaking. He’d look at what Senku was doing. Little to no idea nor concerned. Only to have his thoughts drift back to play teether ball with the right way to look at it. Leaving an outside source the only reliable way he might fish out the webbing of his ever tangling mind, “Senku.”

“Hmm?”

“You say it yourself that you’re a man of science.” 

Green haired man finally stopping what he was doing as it was coinvent for him. Senku dug into his ear with his pinkie, giving Gen the oddest of looks twanged with what could only be decoded as a scowl, “Was it not obvious up until this point?”

Gen’s eyes narrowed in a glare but he persisted with his trail of thought, “A man of biological science? Of the human body?”

“Well.” Senku flicked whatever was on his pinkie away nonchalantly, “Medical science is extremely fascinating and I’ve done my fair share of research into most medicinal, anatomical and other forms centered around humans as a whole.”

“So you’d say you have a grasp on the human heart?”

“Literally or figuratively?” Senku’s brows arched up at the strange question, “I don’t have the equipment to perform open heart surgery if that’s what you’re asking.”

“eriously?!-Say That’s what you think I’m getting at?!” Gen’s collective coolness broke ever so slightly at the mention of such gore, “There’s other science of the body you know! Like psychological and emotional!”

Senku tapped the end of his pencil over in Gen’s direction before going to scribble something down on his notes, “Isn’t that more your wheelhouse mentalist? If you’re asking for a memoir on your favorite psychologist to pass the time I must apologize I didn’t commit those to memory quiet like my other favorite subjects.”

“Why on  earth-ay would I ask for a textbook for light reading.” Gen groaned at the assumption.

“I guess for the same reason you think coming to me for advice on matters of the heart is a sound idea?” Senku threw out haphazardly.

Gen sighed and propped his elbow up on the workbench where he sat across from Senku’s work, “Please tell me it’s not that obvious.”

“I’m not sure what the it is in this moment,” Senku didn’t look up from his notes, “But this seems like one of those times Taiju would tell me something and I wish he didn’t. So maybe go talk to him instead.”

“Wow thanks.” Gen laminated his woes through his tone. Leaning more into his elbow as he sunk into the stool he’d been sitting on for a while. Not even caring if his ass grew numb. Still racing through his thoughts as open heart surgery perhaps sounded better than wading through the muck of his mind, “Taiju is...how do I put this-”

“A doofus?” Senku spouted.

“You said it not me.”

“I did. And he’s my best friend, which is why I can say it.” Senku dotted the last line on his notes before setting the pencil down and looking across his elaborate beaker infested layout of a table top at his other friend, “That being said. Maybe I can help direct you to a more appropriate set of ears if you at least come out and tell me what’s got the master of mind games so dodgy over simple questions. And spare me the headache.”

Gen felt foolish for being so transparent. Suppose that was to blame when his emotions felt like a dumped tank of gasping dying fish writhing around in evaporating water with no one to shovel them into a bucket. He didn’t think Senku was the best choice but at this point he could only see reason as getting him out of all this. And no one was more logical than the science man himself.

“...if you were to hypothesize for a moment with me,” Gen threaded carefully on how to word it in a way Senku wouldn’t throw him out the second he spoke, “That you’re heart is sick in a way only Shakespeare and Jane Austen might have been able to correctly convey, what would you do?”

“Are you asking me to imagine being in love? Seriously?” The look of disgust was rancidly apparent on his face.

“You said you  ould-way elp -hay!” Gen hyperventilated. 

“Fine fine fine.” Senku could only shake his head, “And for the record, I do love thank you very much.”

“Robot Senku on the way to win over all the hearts.” Gen could only facepalm as the realized what a bad idea this was over and over again in his head.

“While I am not a robot-” Senku smiled with his hand tucked under his chin in a cocky manner, “Robot Senku does have a nice ring to it wouldn’t you say.” The clear look of disgruntled dissatisfaction of Gen’s face didn’t take an expert to know he was serious where Senku’s jesting wasn’t. Leading the man to sigh and adopt a more serious answer to his roundabout question, “So you’re asking, what would I do if I was in love? Is that correct?” Sheepishly Gen nodded. “Well...personal interests aside. Sentient and non-sentient beings for well over ten billion years have been gone on primarily with the drive to reproduce in a timely manner to assure the species continues as a whole. Humans as well as what could be constructed as a few other animals as well, have morphed that sense of biological drive into what you would consider love as a means to help promote frequent sustainable breeding practices paired with the safety of more than one parent to feed an offspring. Greatly increasing the likelihood of survival when-”

“Senku, this isn’t about  ex-say or  -ay eeding-bray!” Gen’s shriek filled the tent but luckily enough of the villagers were far to use to his outbursts to consider peeking their heads in on the shit show. He still covered his face, utterly ashamed to even have this conversation and the nose dive in the exact direction he didn’t want to even think about yet, “I just- Of course that’s there too...But I’m talking, I don’t know, a passionate novel that tugs at the heart strings. Those outcomes are written out so clearly in the best way but how do I execute them in real life?”

“Use your charm as a mentalist?” Senku began digging at his ear again, “Seems no easier than that you do it with everyone else.”

Gen looked down at his hands clasped together as he leaned into the bench, “...would you believe me when I say my crowd work is individual work?”

Senku gave it a thoughtful moment only to agree wholeheartedly. Much to Gen’s displeasure and dip in morale that sunk ever deeper with this conversation. The two men still sat in silence for a moment unable to connect correctly on such a topic.

“Listen...” Senku began softly, “I won’t lie, I love science so I understand the admiration of something other than myself a little. But you won’t catch me caught up in sappy emotions biologically driven by eons of selections. Take that as you will...You obviously care a lot. So, I don’t know, maybe try Kohaku? She’s a gorilla sure but even they tend to their relationships in a colony. Maybe she could help you.”

Gen looked up from his lap, “...you think so?”

Senku got up from where he’d been seated for the last six hours completing his work. Just to crack his neck and a few knuckles before walking up beside him and tapping his shoulder with his knuckles, “There’s a ten billion percent chance that you’ll probably catch your mate's attention. But to be safe...maybe talk to a girl beforehand. That’s the only advice Taiju never took me up on and well...you see where that’s gotten him.”

It wasn’t what he was looking for. But it was something. Gen finally broke a bit of a smile and raised his fist up to Senku’s to bump against his own. If the science man meant it, then maybe it wasn’t the wrong path to choose. 

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“You want me to tell you what girls like?” Kohaku, having set down her things, promptly began to pick them back up as all that could be said was Gen wasting more time she frankly didn’t have.

“Wait wait wait!” Gen panicked and tried to dissuade her from ignoring him and going on her way, “I asked Senku and he was a bust! So I thought- ``A fellow girl might know...”

Kohaku’s face etched in a permanent scowl wasn’t sending a clear enough message for Gen to leave so she doubled down on sending him on his way, “You persuaded all of Tsukasa’s men to come to our side. You’re a snake in the grass with a silver tongue. I’m sure you’re slippery enough to figure it out Asagiri Gen.”

Laughing that was more like a pathetic wheeze, Gen rubbed the back of his neck and fussed with the collar of his undershirt, “Surprisingly enough my work with charm on an individual level is.....may haps not my strong suit.”

“Surprise surprise.” Kohaku said flatly with an unenthused look.

“Please.” Gen did the only thing he could think to do. Drop down to his knees and clasp his hands above his head in a desperate plea, “This is no con- Nor sleuth or even a dazzling card trick. I just- I’d like to get to know someone is all. In a way, I don’t really know how to approach in my current state of manners.”

“You mean in an honest way?” She snorted. But when the silver tongued fox didn’t rebuke her claims at his shady personality, Kohaku had a shift in her feelings. Not an honest man before her. At the bare minimum his intentions, though odd for him, seemed exactly that. Honest. One big sigh and she crossed her arm and cocked a hip, “Fine. You want my help?”

“Yes please!” Gen squealed with glee.

“Talk to her.”

Gen’s rejoice was gutted mid celebration. The color drained from his face and before her stood a ghost unable to comprehend what was said to him, “T-Talk- Just- Talking-”

“Ask her what she likes. Her hobbies. Just- Be a nice person.” Kohaku explained in truth, “Show her you have an interest in her and well  if it’s meant to be then it’s meant to be. Just look at my sister and Chrome.”

“The divorcee and the hoarder.” Gen lips dipped in a frown, “No thanks if that’s the best you got I think I’ll just-”

“Your heart fills with such a passion that it feels more like a physical thing than a thing made up in your brain. So much so it makes you sick but in the best way. You never want to get better. You want to stay that way forever with the chance it might get better than taking an antidote to cure it all.” Kohaku professed her idea of affection and it was met well with Gen growing quiet. Neither confirming or denying. But the look on his somber face told her otherwise. Kohaku gathered her things and spared him one last bit of advice, “Just talk to her. Chances are she feels the same exact way.”

Gen couldn’t help the soft smile crossing his lips as Kohaku whisked past him, “A ten billion percent chance?”

“What am I, Senku?” Kohaku looked back as she shifted the basket on her back, “But yeah. I think there’s a good chance.”

A good chance was really all that he needed. 

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Around the one hour mark is normally when it happened. Dinner for the large group of villagers as well as the new inhabitants of Tsukasa’s distantly dismantled army in the same spot. Gave way to a whole lot of cooking. Something you didn’t mind especially when your visitor came to sneak a bite.

“You’re late.” You set the wooden bowl with delicately washed and dried strawberries gathered earlier today in front of the familiar face, “Everything alright Gen?”

Though he looked to be elsewhere in thought. The second his name passed your lips the two toned haired man was right back at it with a bubbly as ever response, “Alright? Things are just peachy!” He said picking up a strawberry.

“Those are strawberries Gen,” You couldn’t help the little laugh he drew out of you, “The white peaches don’t come on for a little bit...I remember that for later though.”

He quickly dismissed your tentative nature to show you how much he was loving the strawberries. Even more so than usual. Though you couldn’t deny the few you snuck while cleaning the harvest did taste amazing. 

“Here.” You slid across your cooking area a little lump of something that took Gen a moment to register what it was, “A scone. I snuck them in the oven this morning when the fires were still being brought up to temp. They’re a little denser than normal but hey scones in the stone world, I still feel that’s pretty good.”

Greedily Gen took a bite. Not out of starvation. Nor that it was a particularly good scone. But because you’d given it to him and the second he saw its crusted little outside he felt that familiar sickening feeling in his heart. Leaving him to just indulge and gobble it down with a few strawberries as chasers. A mouthful of food gave him ample time to search through the things Senku and Kohaku had told him. Until finally he figured out how to word it.

“Tell me,” His voice got you to turn back around from the cooking surface you were prepping on, “What’s one thing you miss most from the old world? You already know how much I miss cola...What is it for you?”

“What do I miss?” You paused your prep to give it some honest thought. There were a million things you missed. Creature comforts be damned, the slow rise of innovations from Senku made missing a long distant home bearable. Leaving one particularly petty want that just seemed to take too long over anything else, “Chocolate.”

“Chocolate?” Gen repeated a little surprise from the man who wanted a cola of all things.

“More specifically baking with it.” You motioned to the scone he’d eaten, “It’s a pain in the ass to make and not do able anymore with how many people Tsukasa revived needing to be fed. That being said...I’d give anything for even chocolate extract. It’s honestly my favorite flavor to cook with.” Your rambles got you caught off guard only to look back and see Gen staring at you almost transfixed. A sudden feeling of self consciousness washed over you and you tried to laugh it all off, “That’s petty I know! We have fresh fruit and everything. Forget I said anything. It’s a baker's fantasy.”

“Chocolate huh.” Gen plucked at his chin in obvious thought, “How long does it take to make chocolate though? It was everywhere in the old world.”

You spared a moment of thought, “Umm....at least eight days. More like ten so-”

“Ten days?!” Gen shrieked, “To make  ocolate?!-chay.”

You couldn’t help giving him a funny look, “Well yea, it ferments. Then it's an entire process with the beans and drying and powder form and sugar and- Gen where are you going?”

“I’ll be back!” Gen scrambled towards the door like a mad man.

“Dinner is gonna be ready in like two hours what are you-”

“Nothing! Dinner smells amazing! I love scone! Meet me at our usual spot after dinner ok!!” Gen hauled ass off towards the science shed as much as getting a confirmation from you. But didn’t need to because he knew he’d see you tonight with something extra special.

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“You want me to do what?” Senku looked as unenthused at Gen’s intrusion as ever.

“Chocolate extract.” Gen repeated again out of breath from running all the way back to the science shed that was now more like a mini museum, “Please. Can you do it?”

Senku stuck his finger in his ear, itching it as he groaned, “We have cocoa beans just go make chocolate.”

“That takes eight days!” He lamented, “Please Senku! I know you can do it!”

“Of course I can. It’s science.” He looked at him with a no duh expression, “Question is why would I do that? I’ve got things I’m doing.”

“Senku please.” Gen clasped his hands together again no fear of begging after he’d made it this far, “Please do this for me. I have that feeling in my chest that feels like I’ve ran half way up the mountain but I don’t want it to stop- Chocolate extract is my key to that I know it- You said it yourself a one billion percent chance-”

“Alright alright alright.” Senku stopped him in his tracks, “I get it. I can whip up some in about an hour after I heat the alcohol. A quick distilled boil should be enough of a chocolate taste. On one condition.”

“Anything! Absolutely anything Senku!”

He began pouring the clear liquid into another beaker and setting to work as he glared over at Gen being an absolute fool, “Next time you wanna get all mushy on me, take it up with Taiju. Got it?”

Gen bit down on his bottom lip about ready to cry but all he could do was nod, “You got it Senku.”

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Dinner had happened. And it was a hit like always. No surprise to you when Senku didn’t show up. He’d hole away in his shed more often than not. So Ginro was sent with sending him food so the man keeping Senku village afloat didn’t starve to death. What was a concern though was Gen. He’d seem so hungry earlier but he skipped out on dinner? With the way he scarfed down that scone you swore he’d been first in line.

“Where’s Gen?” You stopped with a stack of dishes in front of Kinro and Kohaku where they were washing them.

“I haven’t seen him all day.” Kinro answered.

“Was he not holed up in Senku’s dinky little lab earlier?” Kohaku gave a look of confusion, “Or at least he was earlier in the day before he stopped to talk to me.”

“Gen wanted to talk to you?” You said a little surprised as you handed off the plates.

No master in the heart in her own way, Kohaku didn’t need Senku’s level of intelligence to know who Gen had been alluding to earlier. And she was no snake so giving out Gen’s coveted secrets weren’t on her agenda today, “Over something stupid. Did he stop by for his extra snack like normal?”

Everyone knew about Gen’s skimming off the top but you still treated it like it was a special little thing the two of you did. Still though when Kohaku mentioned that it hit you, “Shit! Can I leave this to you guys? Gen yelled something at me earlier when he was leaving I totally spaced it.”

Kinro took the plates from you and Kohaku nodded. Both of them were more than happy to let the village head cook off for a night.

And only late by a few marginal minutes. You came up on the log that had fallen awhile ago in a windstorm. It had crushed a good portion of the flowers you liked to dress in some of the meals. But what came back was still enough and you and Gen often came out to gossip and eat the flowers when everyone else was settling in for the night.

Like he’d hollered at you before dining and dashing, Gen sat with his hands clasped in his lap in the oddest way possible.

“What are you doing?” You laughed as he looked like a school kid waiting for the bus, “And what’s that?”

He followed your finger to see you were pointing at his lap. Gen didn’t answer that though when he saw a dish in your hand, “More like what’s that?”

“This?” You held it up a little and then smiled, “You missed dinner. But...I unfroze you a peach from your earlier comment. Here.” Extending the bowl out to him with the thawed white peach cut up into the size of cubes he liked. Another one of your scones from earlier set next to it with a pretty little sprig of what had to be mint on top. 

Gen couldn’t help the cheeky grin bloom on his face, “Well good, this makes my gift less awkward.”

“Gift?”

From his purple sleeves he produced a murky dark liquid that frankly looked disgusting. Before you could react properly Gen popped off the tiny cork lid and wafted it under your nose as you sat next to him.

“Chocolate!” Your face lite up with excitement immediately recognize that smell, “Gen is this-”

“Chocolate extract.” He nodded, words brimming with pride and his chest even puffed out a little bit when he saw the sparkle in your eye when you took it again for an even bigger whiff of the familiar scent, “Senku said it should be about the same ratio to modern day extract but still warned to taste before adding more just in case. I just thought-”

Immediately cutting him off with a hug. Gen stiffened like a board just as your arms tightened around him. Eyes growing wide it took him a full five seconds to realize what was happening. It was only when you spoke that it all felt real.

“Thank you.” You muttered softly with a second gentler squeeze to him before you pulled away to look at him while proudly holding up the tiny little container of chocolate flavored cooking alcohol, “I love it.”

Gen looked at your lips as you spoke, almost distracted to have you this close to him. Only darting that gaze back up to your eyes. He felt his bottom lip quiver in the oddest way. Like he wanted to cry at the same moment he wanted to laugh. Just to have a goofy uncharacteristic smile make its home on his lips, “I’m glad you love it.” He replied ever so gently, unable to take his eyes off you.

“Gen.” Your voice sent a chill up his spine in the worst way, “Without thinking, what’s a chocolate dessert you miss?”

Gen scrutinized the question, “Chocolate dessert I miss...”

“I said without thinking! Off the top of your head!”

“Ok ok ok!” Gen was flush on the spot and blurted the first thing that popped into his mind that wasn’t overwhelmingly about you, “Chocolate cake!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Just any chocolate cake?” 

“I-” He couldn’t stop the flush of color to his cheeks the moment he realized why exactly he had said chocolate cake in the first place. Gen found his tongue not wanting to unstick from the roof of his mouth but couldn’t stay silent as you arched your eyebrow further, “I- I remember that cake you made during high school, for the baking club. I tasted it when the school network did a segment for you guys in the club. It was...probably the best cake I’d ever eaten.” His gaze dropped and he looked at your hands holding the little vial of extract, “I always wanted to ask you for another cake, or at least the recipe but, we kinda got stuck in stone for thousands of years.”

“Not to mention you were kind of a jerky host.” You added in there vividly recalling the cringe worthy segment filmed that never actually brought in more club members. 

Gen slowly nodded in no way he could defend that accusation, “Yeah, I kind of was a jerky host wasn’t I?”

You dwelled silently for a little while. Then reached out and placed the vial of extract back in his hands. Careful to curl his fingers around it slowly and push it back into his chest before you sat up straight and cleared your throat, “Well, nothing is stopping you now right?”

“Nothing is stopping me-” It clicked and Gen realized what you wanted him to do. Though he fumbled with his words the con man was able to get a smile out of you as he did so, “Please- Will you make me another one of your amazing chocolate cakes?” Gen offered the chocolate extract back to you with a crooked smile, “It was the best cake I’ve ever had. I’d give an entire bottle of Senku’s cola for just another slice.”

You took the extract back with your own cheek aching grin. Brushing your fingertips along his palm in a way that it hadn’t felt before. Sending your chest on a mile high hike as you sat across from him on the fallen log like any other night. You took the tiny bottle and held it close to your chest as you smiled at Gen who couldn’t seem to look elsewhere, “I’d love to make you another cake, Asagiri Gen.”

He felt his heart flutter into his throat and Gen clutched the hem of his sleeves to keep it all under wraps best he could as you went into detail about how extract is different from the real stuff. And how it won’t look the same in color but how you could mimic taste best you could until it was a long tangent of you going on about how to bake the cake he’d just asked for. There were a billion other things to talk about. But he’d never been so interested in cake in his life..

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[senkuplushie]

Now, Senku would practically never willingly take a nap, right? To be fair, he probably wouldn't even get more than four hours of sleep at night on the vast majority of days... But.

If someone convinced him, somehow, some way, to take a break from his work lie down for just two minutes... he'd just melt into the bed, the sleeping bag, whatever he's lying on/in. I mean, he'd never get up, he'd be mumbling things like "just a couple more minutes" and "noooo, go away" for at least a century... and he'd just be curled up under the blanket forever. So snug, so cozy, so warm 💖💤

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[randomgoosegame]

Eavesdrop

Request - Can I request a senku x reader where he overhears the reader, his crush that he thinks wouldn't be interested in him, talking about her feelings for him (her fluffy cute feelings and also her thirst)

Featured - fluff and a cute Senku that’s all really besides some kissing :)

You sat with the other girls around the fire. Light banter was passing back and forth between all of you as you ate your food.

"So Y/N what about you?" You pause from eating to look up at Kohaku.

"What about me?" You ask cluelessly.

"Who do you like!" Kohaku pushed your shoulder lightly and giggled.

"Oh erm..." You blushed thinking of Senku. You placed your now empty dish down and brush your clammy hands off on your skirt.

"Well- I like Senku." You blush and look down as Kohaku's eyes grew as wide as her smile did.

"Really! You two would be so cute together!" She would gush and pull excitedly on your arm. You blush harder, feeling the heat rise to your face.

"R-really?"

"Yes! Go talk to him, tell him how you feel before one of these other bimbos tries and snatch him from you."

"I can't do that!" You almost yell. "What if he doesn't feel the same..."

"You'll never know till you ask." Kohaku laughed. "Now tell me more." The excitement in Kohaku's eyes fueled your own as you talked on and on about Senku. Unknown to you Senku was hiding in the shadows of the fire holding a bundle of wood with a bright red face.

Senku couldn't believe it, the person he thought made the world seem brighter and more welcoming actually liked him. He didn't even think you would talk to him but there you were telling Kohaku how much your stomach flutters every time you hear his name.

"And the dreams I have about that man are just." You groan softly biting your lip making Kohaku giggle. Senku almost dropped the wood he was holding as his face grew impossibly redder and his pants grew uncomfortable tight.

"I'm heading off to bed now Kohaku." You yawn stretching your arms above your head. She smiled and waved you off. Senku retreated into the woods to try and calm himself.

You said your goodnight to everyone still at the fire and headed to your hut. You jumped and let out a small yell seeing Senku sitting on one of the bamboo mats you had on the floor.

"Oh, Senku! Do you need something?" You tilt your head at him. Senku looked up at you from the ground with a soft blush on his cheeks.

"Is it true?"

"Huh? Is what true?" You neal next to him and go to pour a cup of water.

"What you said earlier... At the fire." Your eyes widen and you freeze causing you to overpour the water.

"Oh no!" You reach across Senku to grab a rag to wipe up the water. You stumbled slightly having to place your hands on his thighs to catch yourself.

Senku quickly grabbed onto your hips with wide eyes to help steady you. You blush at how close you two were, you could practically see all the different colors of red in his eyes. Senkus's face blushed a beet red matching your own.

"I-I'm so sorry!" You stutter hiding your face in your hands and backing away from him in embarrassment.

"I-its fine... You never answered my question Y/N." Senku reminded you softly. You look away and wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Yeah- I understand if you don't feel the same way." You sighed and wrapped your arms around your legs.

"W-what if I do?" He said softly looking at his lap. Your eyes drift over to Senku and you stare at him.

"You do?" Your eyes widen.

"You didn't answer my question," Senku smirked looking over at you.

"I-" You blushed and sputtered. You pulled enough of yourself together as Senku placed his hand on yours. You and Senku lock eyes before you cover your face again with your free hand.

"Oh no!" You hide in your hands.

"What's wrong?" Senku placed his other hand on your side.

"Did you hear everything I said?"

"Yeah, why?" He said in a confused manner before his face turned red. "O-oh! That-" Senku chuckles.

"Was that true too?" Senku asked.

"Maybe..." Senku remained silent but shuffled around a bit. You look over at him confused and you gasp as Senku pulled you into a searing kiss. You drift your hand up to his cheek and pull him close to deepen the kiss.

Senku hummed into the kiss and pulled you closer by his hand on your waist. You both pull away breathlessly and you stared into Senkus's red eyes. They resembled rubies in a way, how they shined in the light or how he got excited over an experiment he was trying.

Right now his pupils were blown wide with lust. You blushed at the intensity of the stare and looked down at your joined hands with a smile. Senku rested his head agents yours and smiled.

"Y/N?" He spoke your name softly like it was a question.

"Yes, Senku?" You looked into his eyes with your head still on his.

"Can we be more than friends? I really like you a lot... If you couldn't tell." You giggle and peck his lips at his shyness.

"Of course Senku." You smile brightly at him. Senku chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss. You happily locked lips with Senku and drifted your hand to his hair at the back of his neck. Senku sighed into the kiss as you scratched lightly at his scalp.

Senku pushed lightly on your hip and laid you back onto the bamboo mat. You smiled into the kiss as he hovers over you. Senku pulled away from your lips and trailed sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked at a sweet spot on your neck.

"Y/N!" You heard from the entrance of your home. You and Senku pulled away from each other quickly with bright red blushes coating your faces. Kohaku stood there with a giddy smile.

"What are you doing here Kohaku?!" You rushed out staring wide-eyed up at her.

"You left your bag at the fire, but I guess you were to busy notice." She giggled holding your bag out to you. You quickly stood up and grabbed the bag pushing her out of your hut.

"Thank you now please leave."

"Bye Senku." Kohaku giggled and waved at him before you closed the door behind her. You stood leaning against the door with your bag clutched to your chest. Senku busted out laughing and got up from where he was sitting on the floor.

"I should probably be going now anyways." He spoke once he calmed down. You frowned slightly at the thought of him leaving. Senku pinned you to the door with a kiss and placed an arm on either side of you, effectively trapping you.

"Don't pout I'll see you in the morning," Senku said pulling away from you. You nodded and placed your bag down near the door. Senku was about to leave but you quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him in for another kiss. He smiled and chuckled into the kiss then pulled you into his chest.

"Good night Y/N," Senku said and kissed the top of your head.

"Good night Senku." You smile and close the door behind him. You giggled happily to yourself before turning out for the night.

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