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heyhoeudoin · 11 months ago

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TIMES SENKU TALKED ABOUT YOU

"I will always be by your side."

pairing: senku ishigami x fem!reader

words: 9.2k

genre/s: fluff, mystery, storytelling in the third perspective (special ep, s3, s4), slight angst

warning/s: she/her, swearing, ambiguous/not direct ending

synopsis: there is always someone next to senku, all the time.

masterlist ; loyalty built from love (part 1)

a/n: jokes on you guys, i was already writing a part two even before i got many requests for it. also, i wrote part 1 like months ago and it took months to write as well, so when i re-read it for part 2, part 1 was so ambiguously written good that even i have no idea what the hell i was going for.

also, don't be shy to give any comments, because i am reading those and i love them all <3

anyone could tell that senku misses you

like a lot...

to the point that he mentions you

a lot...

it was rather endearing to the people around him

it's cute that senku still remains the habit of talking about you whenever you're not physically with him

yuzuriha always liked that habit of his

she will never not be bothered by it, she's used to it after all

he would always at least mention you once a day

he just loves talking about you

it's really endearing and an adorable side to the usually unaffectionate friend of hers

"the first balloon that humanity took flight in was made of hemp cloth," shared senku as gen let out an awed noise. "the one massive ordeal to overcome is..."

"right..." yuzuriha raised her hand. "you need a crap ton of cloth, don't you?" she asked with a slightly painful look on her face, already knowing the work she's going to put into.

"oh, look!" senku pointed at yuzuriha with a devilish expression. "i totally didn't realize! we've got the crafts club here!" yuzuriha jabbed a fist at his chest.

senku and kaseki then got onto the floor and bowed, performing a dogeza. "the science team will commit itself to designing the passenger basket," senku explained in a robot manner.

"we'll make any tools you need," kaseki tells her, raising his head.

"can i leave the cloth making to you? to the yuzuriha crafts team?" senku confidently asked, raising his head.

yuzuriha nods as senku stood up and the two shared a high-five. "of course you can!" she exclaimed with a peace sign.

"i could've had y/n help you with this. well actually, i think she would've helped immediately without me saying anything, but..." senku trailed off, but yuzuriha understood what he's trying to say.

she placed a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. "i know, senku. it's fine! i've got it handled."

later on yuzuriha asked senku and kaseki to make a loom to get things going a bit faster and easier. as she waited, senku called, "hey, it's done." she turned around expecting a simpler loom, but it was not. she let out a surprised noise, falling onto the ground. a pleasant surprise, she was given.

"was this not what you were expecting, yuzuriha-chan?" kaseki asks, a bit worried.

"we didn't have much time," says senku, looking a bit worried too. "did you want an electric one? maybe i should've. y/n would have my head seeing i didn't immediately make an electric one for you."

yuzuriha hurriedly dismissed their worry. "no! no! i appreciate it a lot!"

"they're the senku department store's first high-end products. it might be a while before they start selling," says gen, looking at the racks that held an assortment of clothes and the people that looked around the new place.

"y/n would've love this," senku absentmindedly mentions. "she would've easily volunteered for that fashion show too."

gen turned to senku as if he grew a head.

"oh, also, hand them out to anyone who works," senku then tells gen. "we have a living manifestation of greed who'll buy just about anything."

that was first time gen heard senku talk about you as if he's some clingy boyfriend that misses his girlfriend, he thought he was finally going insane in the stone world

he genuinely would have never thought that senku's the type to be like that when it comes to relationships

which was already shocking in of itself

he truly never expected to have "senku" and "relationship/boyfriend/girlfriend" in the same sentence

are you two really just boyfriend and girlfriend though?

it doesn't seem right to call you and senku, girlfriend and boyfriend

it feels like the two of you have something more

ryusui never met you

of course because when the fuck would he ever

but he has been in the same room as you a few times

people from the "rich, noble, important" families would hold these galas for the "high-class", and you attended some of them for connecting purposes

he, on the other hand, attended most of these which made it possible for him to have seen you in person a few time

though, he never dared interact with you

he only stared at you from afar in awe

it was also an added bonus that because of one of these galas, your family ended up connecting with his family through buying yachts

though, other than that, the nanami conglomerate and the l/n family has no other connection than a business one

and so when senku mentioned your name...

he didn't know what to think when senku mentioned you as if you were an old friend

and judging by chrome's reaction, it seems that the scientist has mentioned you a few times already

"we're in the sky, protected by nothing but our own skin and flesh. you don't get this kind of extravagance anywhere else," he says, looking on the horizon they are given from the air balloon. "not this unique sensation."

"yeah," senku agreed. "y/n would love to be here right now, but sucks to be her for not being here." he cackled out a laughter as chrome turned to him and gave him a light jab.

"seriously?" he deadpanned, but then got distracted by a flock of bird, flying pass the balloon. "we're with the birds!" he exclaimed.

actually, did he even refer to you as if you were an old friend?

it almost felt like he referred to you as if you were dead...

and in a manner that only a really close friend has the rights to do

ryusui didn't believe that though

i mean, how could he?

you dead?

it's ridiculous (utterly ridiculous)

he can see the reasons on why senku has survived and thrived

he also knows the reasons on why you, too, are just as capable of surviving and thriving

so where are you really?

"it's as good as bread from a popular modern shop," senku says after taking a bite out of the stollen that francois just baked. "it'll last to the other side of the planet, and it's good as hell. a perfect food that i've been dying to have and we've got it now!"

"greed equals justice," is all what francois says.

"y/n's really missing out," senku absentmindedly called out. "she would've devoured these so fast, well, as much as her stomach can handle." he smiled fondly at the thought

gen turned to him and asked, "does she like bread that much?"

"loves them even more so than the average person," senku says with a tired expression from just thinking about it. "that girl dragged me around the globe just to have a damn bread tour."

francois wasn't sure if they had heard the scientist correctly

did senku just refer to you like you two are old friends?

you?

a member of the most powerful family in the entirety of japan?

the eldest of the said family?

the next in line?

the hidden treasure of japan?

it was strange

they were confused on why senku would have connections to you

and judging from gen's casual follow-up question, your name has been brought up more than once by senku

but it wasn't their job to be curious and to question the lives of others

their job was to serve ryusui-sama

and for the sake of the nanami conglomerate, ishigami senku is an absolute want

minami, being the journalist she is, are one of the only few people that knows you a bit better than most

after all, she was handpicked by the l/n family to be one of the few media representation for your first ever media debut

it was groundbreaking for her career

and it also broke the entirety of japan

you had revealed then that you will not be accepting any courting, and offers of marriage because you had already found the person you'd spend your life with

no one knew who you were talking about

she remembered the massive wave of investigation happening shortly after the publication of that interview done by... everyone, really

no one ever figured it out who this person was

...or is

maybe she's the first amongst reporters to finally figure it out

"at least let me take the first picture for memory's sake!" exclaimed minami with an embarrassed expression.

"perfectly fair," voiced ukyo and gen.

ryusui laughed, raising his hand in the air. "i'm buying the photo, model rights, and all!" he declared.

minami turned to him, angry, baring teeth. "why should the first photo be yours?!"

"what are you talking about?" he asked. "it's a record of the beginning of technological civilization. it should be senku, obviously. am i right?"

senku owlishly stared at ryusui and minami.

"an exhibit at the nanami museum, representing the history of the new world." ryusui walked over to where senku stood with all the other cameras.

senku stuck a pinky into his ear. "what are you talking about?" he asked. "if anything, the first picture should be y/n." a wave of silence rose amongst the revived people. they know fully well that what senku had said was absolutely correct.

but they also know that it won't be possible right now.

the scientist sighs, breaking the silence. "it's too bad she's frozen shut right now," he mocked casually with a teasing grin.

"i think you're the only one who can joke about her like that," gen commented with a slightly awkward chuckle.

in the end, senku had the honors of being the first person photographed in the stone age, posing the famous einstein pose and minami had the honors of photographing the first picture in the stone age

but that wasn't the only thing that she got from this

she's always listening, you know? and there was one thing that stood out from the banter around her

no one in japan would have the courage, the boldness to joke around your name like senku had just did

not to your face nor behind your back

and yet senku, being the man of knowledge he is, is bold enough to do so

why is that?

was gen right?

that senku really is the only person who can joke about you like that?

since the surrender of tsukasa, there were many rumors she had heard about the two of you and it was all the same thing

that you and senku have something going on

she refuses to believe those rumors

she's a journalist—she shouldn't be believing in those rumors!

her motto is to find the truth

and the truth she will find sooner or later (when she gets the guts to ask you)

when they found the oil, obviously they had to test it out

gen was the one conducting the test drive (because he's the only one with drivers license)

then taiju dropped by, getting a whiff of that oily smell

"hey! it's the love potion," commented taiju. "are you going to give it to someone, senku?"

the people there were confused on what taiju had meant. "what are you talking about, taiju-chan?" asked gen.

"you made some for me that day, remember?" taiju says as his mind took him back to the day it all started. "so that i would have the confidence to confess to yuzuriha. you also said it worked out for you and y/n because of it. it was the last moment we had before we all got petrified."

senku ended up cackling afterwards. "i did! i said that! i told you it was a love potion! you still believe that, you meathead?! that was gasoline!"

"what?! it was?!"

"also, no way in hell would i ever use something on y/n unless she forces me in another of her batshit insane experiments," senku deadpanned. "but if you think it smells the same with no prior knowledge—"

now, gen is totally one to assume

and what senku said kind of sounded like an implication...

in both that way and a completely different way

although, if it was that way then, knowing senku, he would have never mentioned it

so it was probably an actual batshit insane thing

why does gen feel like his image of you will be changed while they're here

a small moment of reference when yo was whispering some shit to gen, pinning senku as some sort of mad lad

well, he kind of is but...

"i'm pretty sure he's wack," whispered yo to gen. both sweating.

"nah, y/n's the one who's wack between she and i. i've still got my mind intact, just barely," senku retorted, looking back at the two.

when valentines came, gen had an interesting answer to his question

"ah, valentine's day," mused gen as kohaku repeated it, confused. "yeah, events are important. for the drago—i mean, for the morale."

senku and yuzuriha went out of the laboratory, handing out the chocolates. gen turned to senku with a question in mind. "do you give chocolates to y/n-chan, senku-chan?"

senku shook his head. "nah, y/n doesn't really like them," he answered which shocked gen. "she'd rather have things that she could wear or practical gifts."

see

look at that

that gave a lot to gen

senku practically confirmed that he gives gifts to you!

and also does so on VALENTINES

if that's not confirmation of being a couple, he doesn't know what is

but then again...

like he had thought before, it doesn't feel like the two you are just boyfriend and girlfriends

but what other kind of relationship would still condone in the valentines romance gift giving?

shouldn't there be some kind of answers by now?

then after they took the group photo with the finished ship

senku looked a bit... down? contemplated?

it was strange to see

why would he be feeling down?

it was quite obvious as well

"are you unsatisfied about the pictures, senku?" asked minami, holding her camera.

"nah, i don't care about that," answered senku.

"then what's got you so down, senku-chan?" asked gen.

senku stared off in the direction of where the tsukasa empire was with a somber look. gen immediately understood from that alone. "take lots of pictures when y/n comes back, journalass," senku told her as he walked off towards the ship.

everyone knew that you barely had any pictures

after all, you were called the hidden treasure of japan

you probably told senku how you felt about it, and he remembers

gen thought it was sweet

minami felt herself gushing about it

when ryusui called upon the people who were needed on the expedition, it was gen's turn to come aboard.

and, to be perfectly clear, tsukasa was left behind by choice because he felt obliged to protect the kingdom of science since most of the battle team were coming along to the perseus

"uh, you don't need me, do you?" asked gen, frantically. "i've got the strength of a bean sprout."

"we don't know what kinds of enemies we're going to meet. what good is a mentalist if they aren't there when that happens, dumbass?" explained senku. "i'd have y/n instead of you if she wasn't being frozen away like a piece of salami."

the modern people felt cultural shock at the casual way of senku playing around your name, but at the same time they feel that they should get used to it.

"ah so i'm just a second choice, huh?" mused gen as he trekked up towards the ship.

"of course you are," senku answered without thinking. "it's always y/n first to me."

the crowd who watched the take off of the ship awed at the display of loyalty senku accidentally announced. gen started grinning, knowing full well that he caused senku to slip like that. senku then grimaced at what he said even thought it's true.

maybe senku should dial back a bit...

ryusui also knows now that you're very much alive somewhere in the kingdom of science

he just doesn't know why you're not physically present

also, did his ears deceive him or did senku just practically confess his feelings for you?

but it wasn't that...

judging from the way the people present cooed at his confession and how gen was smirking like he set it up on purpose

was there something else between the two of you?

this time, it was yuzuriha who shared something about you

"these kinds of people are always dying to show you the machines they tuned the hell out of," says nikki, looking sympathetic.

"they won't let you go until their done," kohaku added.

"i'll be alright!" yuzuriha clarified, making kohaku and nikki shocked. "i always sat through senku-kun's five hour rocket lectures and stuff."

"we have a veteran here!" exclaimed nikki, still looking shock with kohaku.

yuzuriha laughs at that. "if you think i'm a veteran, then y/n must be something else! she always did listen to him..." she mused with a fond smile.

senku smiled as well from that comment.

yuzuriha may not be as close to you as she is to senku, but she completely adores you!

...after getting over the fact that you're the y/n l/n

you were like... any other person, just a bit clueless in other areas

actually, you were a lot like senku in a lot of ways

it's a good portion of the reason why the two of you have the relationship that you two have grown to have

this time, gen was the one to first mention you to amaryllis

albeit in a more... implied upbringing

despite not actually knowing if you two are intertwined or not

but he's very confident that you two are

"that kind of attack isn't going to work on senku-chan," he says. "he's already married, you know?"

and then he went scummy

to which kohaku shouted and hit at him for

and then she later scolded herself after forcing a kiss on senku to save her own ass

she kneeled on the ground and slammed her head on the floor in a dogeza position, facing the direction of ishigami village. "i am sorry, y/n. i will be held responsible for this action, and i will allow you to give me whatever punishment is deemed necessary."

senku sighed, sticking a finger in his pinky, looking exasperated. "y/n's reasonable, calm down, she won't be that mad." his eyes looking far away in the same direction as if thinking of something himself for you.

while senku was making conditioner for kohaku, he mentions you

"y/n's actually been nagging me about making hair stuff for a while now," senku commented while making the hair products. "she always had this specific routine for her hair."

amaryllis didn't know who you are. "is she the one who's married to him?" she asked gen.

"yes," he answered. "y/n-chan is a very powerful person. she's probably even stronger than the strongest soldiers here on the island."

"really?!"

senku glanced at the implied threat gen displayed with an unamused look, but let him does so anyways. it's true, after all.

when amaryllis tried to girlie-fy the boys,

"you know, y/n would actually be impressed that you could fake being a girl like that," senku mentions, crossing his arms on his chest after washing off the makeup on his face.

"really?"

"she'd probably even call you—in her words—a tall baddie." senku made a grimace as he said that.

then when the two girls and one boy dressed like a girl left, gen mentioned your name to start a conversation

"if only we have y/n-chan, huh?" gen comments.

senku shook his head. "nah, she wouldn't do that," he says. "although if she was here, she'd probably go all stealth instead."

"are they really..."

"i'm not answering any questions you have about them."

"so you do know!"

gen was inspecting the earpiece, amazed and shocked by how simple it can be done

and then, of course, senku mentions you

"it was y/n who actually taught me how to make that," senku commented. "i don't know why she bothered learning to make one when she could literally buy the best one, but she said she liked how simple and cosmetic it can be if made like this. though, i'm glad she taught it to me now because it certainly useful for this."

"of course this is y/n-chan's design, not yours," says gen, holding it up in front of him.

as senku looked through the pile of gold dust

as the pile of platinum grew

it was the first time he felt vulnerable since you had been frozen shut

he isn't one to be all emotional, but at moments like these... it really showed just how much care byakuya had for him

senku scoffs. "if y/n was here, she'd be bawling her eyes out," he says, his eyes a bit glassy himself.

"you counting seconds all that time, and your papa collecting sand for decades..." gen looked wistful. "you two are alike."

once the team were able to make the revival fluid, the thought of reviving their stoned comrades were first in the list

senku ordered kohaku to cleanly cut the greedy captain when given the chance

afterwards, ryusui's stone parts were delivered to them

"i've always known you're ridiculously rational, but... but still you're practically psycho at this point!" screamed gen after figuring out what's happening.

senku shook his head with a smirk. "nah, y/n's the psycho one between us," he corrected. "if she was given parts like these, she'd be experimenting, mix-and-matching them. i'd be the only one to get her to stop."

"every time you say things about y/n-chan that she's a psycho and all, it ruins the image i have of her and i can't help but not believe you," gen bluntly replied. "except you're the only one that knows who she really is, so i have to believe you."

senku cackled.

when kohaku was fighting against moz, all she could think about was how he's nothing compared to you

"i like strong girls, too, as long as they have a pretty face," he says as he took out the machete out of his weapon. "what kind of men do you like, kohaku-chan? how about me? i'm strong as hell."

the girl let out a sigh, then tied her hair up to her usual ponytail while crouching down. "strength is strength of mind," she states, making him slightly confused. "to be able to continue hammering a wedge for as long as it takes to carry out one's will. that's the kind of person i'm drawn to."

her pose changed to a battle stance. "well~ this is a problem, moz. you seem to be the exact opposite," she tells him. "and compared to him?" she scoffs. "actually, compared to her? you're nothing. literally. she's stronger than both of us combined, actually, stronger than anyone else on this island."

"i don't know who you're referring to, but you're cute, kohaku-chan. just not cute enough though."

did kohaku just imply something

AND

maybe come out of the closet?

maybe

maybe not

who knows

but she really wasn't lying

moz really is nothing compared to the people she admires and respects the most

as the parts of the gun was laid out on the table, the people from the 21st century had recognized it

of course they did, after all,

"this is what made men and women, young and old, all of humanity, all of homo sapiens, the apex predators. it's the invention of the gods and demons, and even then, humans who owns these rank higher than what we can see on the pyramid," senku states as kaseki finished the building of the gun.

"we, humans, may be on top of the food chain, but once given some source of power? we become our own enemies. and we all know who's at the top here in japan." he lets out a teasing smirk as some let out a sigh, knowing who he's talking about.

"tools are neither gods nor demons," ukyo says. "it's up to the person to determine how it's used."

"then let's be damn glad that our rulers didn't use these to become demons," cackled senku as he just had to make a joke.

both gen and yuzuriha let out a loud sigh.

ukyo decided to ignore the misplaced joke, and continue with what he was going to say anyways.

then later on when ryusui asked who would wield the gun...

senku turned his head towards the stoned yu. "if i had continued my gun lessons with y/n, maybe i can, but compared to the only police officer? yeah, he's better off with it." then he hummed, turning to his two childhood friends. "how about you two? any of you comfortable wielding a gun? i know you both got lessons from y/n also."

yuzuriha shook her head. "well, it's best to just leave it with yu... my lessons with y/n were more of for self-defense," she says.

"i also think it's better for yu to handle it. he's the professional," taiju says. "y/n tried to teach me, but i just always end up using my hands during the mock fights."

gen, ukyo, and ryusui turned to the trio in different waves of shock.

"i wonder how those lessons went knowing your non-existent strength, senku-chan," gen mused.

the scientist rolled his eyes.

it was actually pretty shocking to hear that the trio had gun lessons with YOU

like what an honor??

but it also makes sense for none of the trio to pick up on it since they've already had pretty different skill sets; a gun just didn't fit within it

it was also kind of scary to think about it

everyone knows that the l/n family are all skilled and powerful people

each person had a different skill set honed and trained to the absolute perfection, and that the regime it took to get there was of on a entirely different level

to hear that you had taught those three a small part of your regime,

just how hard was it?

it was an honor, but at the same time, no normal person can probably handle the regime of a l/n

when the team saw that the islanders were getting evacuated

it was a sign that ibara planned to petrify the entire island

"w-we're in huge trouble!" exclaimed suika in a panic.

"nah, just the opposite," senku says with a confident smirk. "when the going gets tough, the tough get going. we might be able to take all of it. the enemy, the kingdom, and the medusa!"

he starts cackling. "oh, y/n, you could've been so damn useful here, why'd you just have to go and get punctured," he sighs with a shake of his head.

ukyo looked at senku in nervousness. "why does it seem like you always have to insult her situation?" he rhetorically asks.

yuzuriha chuckles. "you'll get used to it," she says with a sympathetic smile. "it's his way of showing his love to her."

ukyo thinks that he'll never get used to it

he was one of the people that didn't know the dynamic between you and senku since your accident had happened right when the stone war ended

it's not like he doesn't believe that you two are together, it's just that he's the type to have to hear/see it to believe it

he still have that image of you in his head

that you're someone like tsukasa, except way dangerous and way scarier

it also doesn't help that you and your family are probably the only people that can get past his enhanced hearing

it's easy to say that he's afraid of you

which is why every time senku goes and makes fun of your accident, it gives him whiplash

this time yuzuriha was the one to think of you as she stared at the broken stone fragments of the master of the island

"it isn't over yet," she says. "we have to keep thinking, and keep going; that's what i learned from him... her... from them! we still have some adhesive senku-kun made for us in the kingdom of science." her eyes glistening as she darted from piece to piece.

you and senku are one of the most goal-oriented people she knows

senku will not stop until he completes what he needs to do

and you will not stop until you get what you want

it's almost scary

and when senku freed hyoga as their last resort

"we weren't cornered," senku tell ibara with a smooth confident voice despite the sweat dripping from his face. "we had you corner us into this particular room." with that, he dropped the glass of revival fluid.

of course, gen felt like he needed to mention you to get hyoga to fight for their side. "also, don't forget that if anything happens to senku, y/n-chan will have you head," he whispered out, loud enough for hyoga to hear. "i wonder what'll happen to you after seeing her dearly beloved bleeding out."

senku sighed and shook his head at the shit gen is saying, but he can't oppose to it because it's true.

the only reason hyoga was able to inflict a critical hit on you is because you were protecting tsukasa's sister. and so what if you weren't protecting anyone AND anger engulfed you?

it's safe to say that no one wants to feel the true wrath of a member of the l/n family, much less from you

"i'm alone," senku says out loud as he watched the sun set off in the distance. his back heavy from the phone, his body aching from tiredness, and his shoulder throbbing with dried blood. his eyes glistened in nostalgia as his memories of the early stone world passes through his mind. "again. i'm alone again..."

the phone rings, shocking him out of his pondering.

"can you hear me, senku-san?" called ruri from the other side. "how are things over there, senku-san?"

he stared at the phone in front of him. a smirk slipping through his lips. "no," he changes his mind. "i'm not alone this time." he then quietly added,

"i also have someone i need to go home to."

as the topic of ruri and the mainland was brought up while they ate, taiju had lots to say

"is this ruri girl chrome's girlfriend or ex or something?" amaryllis asked francois, excited to hear some juicy details about her new allies/friends.

"no, i'm told that she is senku-sama's former wife," they answered.

taiju looked absolutely shocked, shaking from the news. "what?!" he exclaimed, really loud. "when did you get married, senku?! weren't you going to marry y/n?!?!" he shook the scientist by the collar.

senku had his fingers in his ears the entire time, not phased, but annoyed. he's used to the loudness of taiju after all. "just for three minutes! we got divorced right away," he explained.

that only fueled taiju more, shaking the scientist once again. "what?! when did you get divorced, senku!? was y/n okay with this?!"

"okay! okay!" senku exclaimed as he took the hands off of his collar. "i just said we got divorced right away! also, y/n was fine with it! it was ages ago."

now, francois isn't one to oblige in gossip especially when it's related to you

but when taiju implied that you and senku are betrothed, they can't help but wonder

are you and senku really engaged to each other?

they had seen how normal engaged couples are, but the two of you don't seem to act like that

but then again, you're, y/n l/n and he's, senku ishigami

not one is normal

the small group now stared at the trashed upper control room located on the perseus

chrome was fuming. "those assholes made a damn mess! they didn't even know what they were dealing with! bastards!" he ranted as he stomped onto the floorboards.

"now's not the time to be getting all salty," senku piped up as he stuck a pinky into his ear.

"actually, i've never seen senku truly angry," taiju says, smiling at his comment.

"no, i get angry. i'm not a saint. i'm just too busy to," interrupted the scientist. "and y/n definitely seen me angry a few times."

later on, when they finally de-petrified kohaku and ginro

instead of giving ginro a hug, kohaku ran to senku, giving the scientist a hug

ginro was mad about it, but who cares about him and his pervy ways

kirisame was blushing at the sight of kohaku hugging senku. albeit, him not reciprocating that, but receiving it with a smile and soft eyes anyways.

"oh right. kirisame-chan, you think they're in a legit relationship, don't you?" gen says. "senku's actually in a relationship with someone else. kohaku's actually breaking a lot of rules doing this."

"i don't think that's what that hug is about," says amaryllis. "not between those two."

"it better not be," screamed gen, purposely gaining kohaku's attention.

kohaku broke the hug off with senku. "i almost died!" she exclaimed to gen. "let me be relieved of surviving!"

then she kneeled to the ground and made a dogeza once again at the direction of the ishigami village. "i also assure you, y/n, that that hug was nothing. i would never do you like that. i would choose you over him any day," she stated as senku rolled his eyes while both gen and nikki laughed.

"you got that right, kohaku!" nikki hollered.

later at night, once the team finished de-petrifying the islanders and the rest of their people, a party of celebration was happening at the deck of the perseus

ginro and suika found senku and his team down at the lower half of the control room where the comms are

as senku bluntly asked what ruri needed, amaryllis was shocked

"eh?? isn't this your first time talking to your former wife after all that's happened on the island?" she lets out.

"that's senku for you," is all kohaku says.

"who cares about the former wife, he's already got a current wife to think about much less than a former one," retorted gen, making kohaku hit his head.

"that's my sister you're talking about."

on a cliff, some of the battle team gathered

kohaku and kirisame stood in front of each other

ginro, kinro, nikki, and kokuyo were stationed at the side, as the audience

"now that we know why-man is our enemy, our job as the battle team is no longer to investigate," kohaku announced as the leader of the said team. "it's to train for the inevitable battle!"

ginro lets out a frightened screech. "we just defeated the petrification kingdom! this is even scarier!"

kohaku and kirisame took a stance, then lounged for each other. the two neck and neck in skill. those watching couldn't help but be in awe at the sight of the dance.

"they're evenly matched!" exclaimed nikki.

"they're both incredible," kokuyo lets out.

"you're strong," kirisame says in between strikes. "you were holding back the last time we fought, weren't you?"

kohaku scoffs. "i wasn't going easy on you. i would never be disrespectful. i apologize. i was simply not accustomed to moving around in a dress."

ginro then bursts out a scream that he held in during the entire duration of the spar, freezing the two girls in shock. he then also ran away.

kohaku shook her head at ginro. "i won't be able to teach you more than you already know since you and i fairly the same in combat skill. the only person who can teach all of us more techniques is y/n, and hopefully when senku heals her, she'll continue lessons."

"y/n? is this the person you were apologizing for?" asked kirisame.

"she's better than all of us combined," is all kohaku said as her gaze stared at the direction of the ishigami village with a sparkling look in her eyes.

a small blush slowly flushed on kirisame's cheeks the more she stared at the way kohaku looked.

it was quite an intimate look that kohaku gave

kirisame noticed it was the same one she had gave to senku

after building the windmill, chrome looked around and wondered for senku

it took a while for him to figure out where the mad scientist could have gone, but he finally found senku

opening the door to the mobile lab, chrome immediately asked, "yo, senku, what the hell are you doing all by yourself?"

senku managed to let out a chuckle. "working on an exhilarating craft," he managed to say pass his crusty lips.

"oh, shit!" chrome screamed at the shocking sight of a dehydrated and crusty senku.

senku downed a few bottles of water which made his complexion slowly come back. he lets out an exhale after drinking. "completely forgotten about hydrating. got too used to having y/n take care of that for me," he absentmindedly mentions.

senku and chrome continued to talk about the plans that senku had for later during the night.

chrome could tell that senku missed you

how could he not have noticed?

everyone practically knows also!

senku always somehow mentions you at least once a day

he never thought senku could be so damn clingy...

it takes him back to the times he witnessed the two of you intimate moments

they really need to come and revive you already

he could never get used to that empty space next to senku

later at night, a small festival was being held at the beach

the lights dimmed, gaining the attention of all

"do you hear me, all?" chrome exclaimed from the speakers. "we're gonna show you something that's going to leave the whole of treasure island speechless and wanting more! rainbow bridge, max level!"

a few seconds later, fireworks shot out into the sky.

senku stared at the night sky that bloomed an array of fireworks, imprinting their colorful displays for all to see. his eyes glistened with nostalgia, a memory popping into mind.

"hey, senku, do you think you could show these back in mainland?" asked kohaku who now stood next to him.

senku turned to her, the memory fainting away. "maybe, we'll see," he replies.

"would you change your mind if i mention that you could see these again with y/n standing by your side next time?" she retorted.

he hummed. "i was just thinking about her," he revealed, quietly. "the first time she saw fireworks, she was with me and byakuya. i could already see her whining about not being there for the first fireworks in this stone world." he scoffs, then lets out a sigh. "fine, we'll do it again at mainland."

kohaku smiled a teasing grin.

a little later, after the firework show, senku stood in front of the treasure tree. he heard footsteps behind him that got closer, and closer. "why are you here?" he asked without looking back.

"just an early morning stroll," answered kohaku. "is it not the same for you?"

"thousands of years ago, byakuya and the other astronauts set foot here for the first time in an utterly deserted new world," senku quietly says as his eyes glistened. "though they've long since turned to dirt, aside from a few fragments of rock."

kohaku scoffs as she quickly and easily climbed up the tree. "that's not true!" she exclaimed as she walked over to where the treasure laid. "you, i, and everyone else will someday die and return to dust, but their will is passed down, refined, and carried on into the future."

senku stared at kohaku who now stood at the small entrance way of the treasure. "isn't that what humanity calls 'science'? that's what you and y/n taught me, senku," she says, looking down at him.

he chuckled, feeling a bit lighter. "yeah, that's right. we're going way farther than those goofy astronauts. we're going to the moon," he stated. "and y/n will be stoked to hear it; she always did love the moon."

kohaku jumped down from the top of the tree, now standing on an elevated root. "it's not true that byakuya and his team left nothing behind. in fact, they connected everything for us," she mentioned.

senku didn't reply, but instead added, "typical, i mean, he's always done the connecting."

kohaku didn't understand what senku had meant when he said that

there are many things about senku... about you that she doesn't know about

some day, she'd like to know more about the two of you

the perseus landed

people started talking about the missing cracks

chrome immediately showed the medusa

"does that mean that mean she'll finally wake up?" tsukasa asked, stepping forward.

senku chuckled as he walked down. "yeah, let's get her out of that damn cold sleep already. our hidden treasure of japan, y/n l/n." the scientist may have not said anything else regarding you after that, but they all knew how much he wanted you to stand next to him again.

"we say cold sleep, but really, we just froze her..." commented gen.

"yeah, like an ice cube," cackled senku. "i bet you she wasn't even asleep most of the time, but suffering from the cold. she hates the cold."

gen sighs at yet another tease towards you.

"that's not the real problem though, is it? you can always trust a sailor's gut," ryusui piped up, then his eyes narrowed on the scientist. "when ibara jabbed you... senku, given how pragmatic you are, you would have healed yourself immediately with the dr. stone set. am i right? yet the crack in your forehead is still there. in other words, you didn't use it. you saved it for... y/n. why?"

"oh right, you don't know, ryusui-chan?" gen asked. "y/n-chan and senku-chan are intertwined. of course, he'd rather heal his y/n-chan over himself."

some people silently laughed knowing that it's true. ryusui, however, looked shocked. there were many implications, but never a confirmation. senku didn't say anything regarding his relationship with you, though, instead he had a different reason.

"actually, the medusa is out of battery."

that gained everyone's attention.

"that thing runs on batteries?!" exclaimed taiju, next to senku.

senku chuckled. "dunno," he says. "and we don't exactly have the luxury of smashing it open to have a look-see inside. but it is using some kind of energy. the one thing that could never happen is for it to make energy out of nothing."

he turned his head to a certain girl. "kirisame," he called out. "is the petrification beam's area specified in radii?"

"yes, why?" she answered.

"when i stoned ibara, i specified five meters. but the petrification beam barely made maybe a meter and a half."

kirisame looked taken aback. "that's impossible!" she argued. "it's never deviated in size..." then her eyes dilated as some form of realization dawned onto her. "...it's out of energy?" she lets out in shock.

here they are in the cave where you were put to sleep

senku, chrome, kohaku, taiju, yuzuriha, gen, ginro, kinro, ryusui, nikki, ukyo, and matsukaze

chrome lifted the lid of the makeshift freezer making the cold fog explode that slowly dispersed to the floor, revealing your pale cold body.

senku walked over to stand next to you. he stared at you as his eyes glistened with memories. he absentmindedly raised his hand to your face, leaving a lingering touch. his thumb caressing your cold cheek.

the small intimate moment of affection really caught ryusui off guard

senku's eyes always held conviction

after all, his eyes are the most transparent part of him

yet ryusui never saw it that soft and so full of love before

he honestly thought that gen was messing with him

but this?

seeing it for himself really changed everything

kohaku approached and stood next to senku, holding the medusa. the two turned to each other, their eyes making contact. no words were exchanged. senku gave a nod as kohaku then bent down and placed the medusa in the space of your clasped hands.

taiju walked over and took senku's hand and placed it on top of yours. "senku! hold y/n's hand with all you've got!"

senku looked taken aback. "what?" he lets out.

"i see!" exclaimed kohaku. "if you hold her really close to the device, it might give her just a little more of the light."

"that's seriously not going to make a difference," senku retorted, but a small smile formed on his face. "fine, whatever, and if i get caught in the beam, it'll heal my wounds and cracks too; perfect."

yuzuriha then walked over, standing next to taiju. she placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a smile. then she removed it and placed it on top of yours. kohaku and chrome, too, placed their hand on top of yours.

"one meter, one second."

the green light engulfed you as your skin slowly turned to stone. the others pulled back their hands while senku immediately took the vial of revival fluid and pours it on you. the stone skin cracked and fragments fell, both stone and ice.

you sat right up as you screamed, "senku!" then you stood up and out of the freezer, tackling him into a hug.

"did they hurt you?" he asked as he pushed away and cupped your face with one hand.

your eyes widen as a big smile formed on your face. the others were confused by what senku had meant. "no, no, i'm okay," you answered as you placed a hand over his. "did they hurt you?"

"who cares."

"i do!"

you and senku then bursts out laughing.

"sorry, what just happened?" gen managed to ask. "what was that?"

taiju and yuzuriha were chuckling as well. "every time they reunite, they always reference steven universe," yuzuriha explained. "i think it was one of the first things that y/n watched with senku."

"that gem cartoon from the states?" gen asks, but then he immediately hums afterwards. "no, wait, that makes sense."

you turned your head to kohaku with a smile and soft eyes. her eyes glistened as she stared at yours. you extended your arms as she ran into them. nuzzling her nose into your chest while you tightened your hold.

a second later, you pulled back and turned back to senku. "so what's our situation now?" you asked.

"she only just woke up," says matsukaze in awe.

"i've heard around that that's how she is," commented nikki. "always working like him."

"although, i think that she's more serious and formal than him," ukyo mentions. ryusui nods his head, agreeing with ukyo.

"we're attacking the moon!" exclaimed senku with a not-so-serious face.

you owlishly blinked at senku, then a huge excited toothy wide grin formed on your face. "ah! no way really?!" you squealed as you clasped your hands together which caught the others off guard. "senku, darling, it's your dream!" you engulfed the man into a tight hug that lifted him off the ground. if anyone caught onto that affectionate name, no one mentioned it.

he pushed you away. "we've got company, y/n, calm down," he tells you with a lazy smirk on his face.

"who cares about the company!" you retorted. "tell me: are we blowing up the moon?" you asked looking like a child that just got permission to do something they've always wanted to do.

"what?! no!" screamed out senku. "this is a mistake. maybe i should make tsukasa the soldier for the moon."

"wait, honey, no! i'm kidding!"

"i take back what i said," ukyo says in absolute awe and shock with ryusui, nikki, and matsukaze also looking hella shocked.

"yeah, my image of her is completely ruined," mentioned gen.

it was then you caught sight of new faces. "oh, hello," you formally greeted with a short bow. "i don't think i've met you guys yet. although, your face is familiar. i apologize, but could you relay your name to me again?" you gestures your entire palm at ryusui.

the four felt a wave of whiplash at the sudden change in tone and demeanor of the person in front of them; a very important person they may add.

"h-hello, i'm nikki," she greeted, really nervously.

"ah, you're the woman on the phone. i'm glad to see another woman on the battle team." you smiled at her as she nodded, freezing up and pink dusting her cheeks.

"i'm ukyo," he says, raising his hand up.

"yes! the one with good hearing. i'm pleased to see you on this side now," you tell him as he gave a loopy smile, his cheeks a bit faint of red.

"ryusui nanami," he bowed, taking your hand into his and giving a light peck on it.

your eyes widen at the familiar gesture and at the name. "ah, one of the sons of the nanami conglomerate," you acknowledged, then you realized something.

"wait!" you turned around to senku. "you guys built a boat?! just how many things did i miss?"

this time, gen spoke up, "i'll tell you all about it."

"hello, gen," you greeted with a slight smirk. "you're not walking on eggshells around me anymore," you stated as you looked him, up and down. "what changed?"

gen shook his head as he chuckled. "senku ruined your image for me," he says, making you coo.

"aw, senku, you still have that habit?"

"shut up."

this is when ginro decided to speak up. "senku, i just figured it out!" he exclaimed, his face being way too overly arrogant. "you hurried back to y/n because you were worried she was going to spoil in the freezer, right? i know you hate all that mushy stuff, though!" his elbow jabbing into senku's neck.

"he's absolutely tackless!" says kohaku.

"well, if he just wanted someone super strong, he could've taken my top student—i mean, guard, matsukaze-kun." ginro really got carried away.

matsukaze stared at you

he was wondering why you were considered the strongest

he honestly thought it was that tsukasa man

that man was trained to the absolute limit, he could tell with one look

but you?

you didn't look like you were trained like tsukasa was

he stepped towards you and gave a bow, staying in that position. "my name is matsukaze," he greeted. "y/n-dono, if it would be all right, i would like to challenge you once you are well."

you looked at the new face in glee. "oh? then how about now? let's go outside," you tell him. "oohh~ this is fun! i never had anyone challenge me before."

"gee, i wonder why," mused gen, already knowing the outcome of this fight.

matsukaze now understands why you're the strongest here and not tsukasa

you had defeated him with a single finger

a single finger that you used on his forehead to stop his lunge and forcefully push him to the ground

your leaking bloodlust and monotone stare caused him to freeze on the ground, too speechless and afraid to move

you blinked your eyes and your demeanor changed, reverting to what it once was before the fight. "oh my, i apologize, matsukaze," you tell him as you extended a hand to him. "you challenged me," is all you say.

he politely took your hand as you helped him up. he bowed down to you and say, "i am defeated."

"you're a very capable man, and i'm glad to have new members for the battle team," you tell him.

ginro is now humbled

"since the device is out of battery, senku's crack will never go away now," says suika as she walked over to in front of him

"no!" you exclaimed with a huff as if you were child who were having a tantrum.

people slowly turned to you. senku sighs, feeling like he knows what you're going to say.

"i like the stone cracks!" you announced as you walked over to senku. you then traced the lines on his forehead. "it gives him character and he looks... really... good with them."

"y/n..." senku called with a warning tone. "did that freezer like give you a damn concussion or something?"

you laughed as you just give him a hug. you arms around his shoulders, your head burying into his neck. he sighed and hugged you back with one arm that rubbed your back in a comforting way.

this is when gen was like "why should senku-chan get all the fun?" leading to everyone else getting back their petrification cracks

you included of course, after you had stopped clinging onto senku like a koala

although some people didn't forget the small public display of affection you and senku shared, in fact, it really caught them off guard

ukyo, ryusui, nikki, and tsukasa aren't used to it

you were acting like a clingy girlfriend that hadn't seen her boyfriend in months

and senku is acting like a boyfriend who's nonchalant about his girlfriend's clinginess, but everyone knows just how much he missed you!

two people with the most specific personality and a reputation to uphold, and yet here they are soft for each other

it's strange

but at the same time, it felt right

ukyo was down at the control room, double checking everything in case the islanders from treasure island had touched anything else

he thought no one else was on board besides some who would drop of supplies then leave afterwards

but then he heard you

...and senku

he looked around and saw that no one was on the surface, so the two of you were probably below nearby, in one of the rooms

"what was with you awhile ago?" senku asked.

"what do you mean?" you asked back.

"you..." ukyo could hear the hesitation in senku's voice. "did you not think that we... that i—!" a tremble in the scientist's voice. "were you... unsure of ever waking up?" he finally managed to ask. his voice whispering by the end.

a pause. all ukyo could hear was the breathing and the beating of two people. he could hear the anxiousness from each one.

"senku..." you called, softly in a whisper as well. "you need to understand that..." your voice trembling. "that i wasn't expecting you to find the medusa that quick. those months in the cold dark, i was preparing myself not to see you again for who knows how long."

you inhaled a shaky breath. your heart beating rapidly. "i know that those few months were nothing compared to the time we were apart in stone, but at least we both knew that the other was alive—!" your voiced cracked.

"just when you and i were together again, the stone world takes it away once more. how cruel is that?" you let out a shaky fake laugh.

"i could have died in my sleep, senku," you croaked out to him, sniffling and trembling. your breathing became rigid as senku's became heavy. you were probably crying at this point.

both of your hearts were beating so fast as well.

"no," senku says with full on denial. "no, y/n, you would have not died. y/n, you would have not fucking died!" he screamed out.

"what do you know?!" you screamed back at him. "i was the one in that damn freezer. i know what my body felt like throughout those damn fucking months. you know how my—" you took a deep breath. "my body felt like it was on it's way to death!"

"hah~ shit," you exhaled a shaky breath. "maybe i have already died, and i'm just wishing that you were next to me." a thud to the floor then rapid footsteps, ukyo heard.

"y/n, y/n, shit— don't do this— fuck! i'm here, y/n, i'm real. dammit y/n—! i'm right here!" senku screamed out in reassurance.

then ukyo heard a desperate kiss shared between the two.

ukyo left the perseus in a daze at what he heard

he could hear the emotions the two of you felt during the entirety of that

it was strong

to the point that he could feel it as well

"ukyo-chan?" called gen. "did something happen on the perseus? why are you crying?"

ukyo raised his hand and wiped his cheeks. it's true, he's crying. "um..." he hesitated. "senku and... y/n-san are..."

gen widen his eyes then it softened. "let's leave those two be for now," he says. "it must've been hard for them both. i've never seen them apart from each other for that long."

ukyo fully believes it now

that you two are together

even before the kiss had happen

masterlist ; loyalty built from love (part 1) a/n: i'm actually not as proud of this one compared to part 1, but that last bit? yeah, i like it part 3 will happen when the next season comes

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turtleshelf · 3 months ago

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I need more fics about the batkids school lives and from the perspective of their teachers and I need them now. Fuck it, put some of them on IEPs, I think that shit would be so good.

Give me Damian where when putting him in school, Dick and Babs have to fudge some (not completely inaccurate) diagnosis' to get him put on an IEP and in the behavior classroom so he can have social skills education literally built into his day. So that he has a small classroom setting of other kids with their own problems so he doesn't feel so singled out by his own like he would in gen ed classes. Him slowly integrating into not just American society but also into interacting with kids his own age with the safety net of the behavior classroom and teachers that are literally designed and trained for kids who lose their composure and lash out to fall back on. He's disliked or written off by most teachers as a behavior case, but there's are a few who hold a soft spot for him, he likes to gift them art.

Give me Jason on an IEP because of how much school he missed when he was homeless, being given the tools and resources to catch back up to where he should be. Show him being quiet and keeping his head down trying to catch up. The first time he gets in a fight he was defending a younger student, he cries in the office afterwards, and privately none of the staff can really blame him even if they do have to follow through with a consequence for the fight. Show him reserved and jumpy when health class moves into their unit about drugs, he comes in with Bruce the next day to talk to the principal and is excused to the office with a alternative assignments until they move onto their next unit. Teachers tend to like him, and they're always a little surprise when he gets into fights.

Give me Dick in an ELL (English Learn Language, program for students learning English) program that allows him to slow down and get a grip on the basics of the English language. Give him accommodations that translate his assignments into a language he already knows, so he doesn't have to spend hours attempting to translate his homework and then translate his answers. Show him being reserved at first, then popular and smiley and kind until something ignites his short fuse. Show his growth of the short fuse getting longer as he gets better control of his emotions and learns time and place. Teachers don't know what to make of him, sometimes it's like he's a completely different person day to day. He's got this little troublemaker smile that tilts dangerously on his lips before a fight, his teachers think he's either going to run the world or destroy it one day.

Give me Steph whose school has to go on lock out because her father who doesn't have custody shows up and attempts to check her out for the day. Give her fidget toys and break passes. Show her spitefully doing assignments for teachers that don't like her so well that they have to give her an A: "Oh you think The Great Gatsby is the best book ever written? Here's my essay on why it's the worst book ever written and should stop being taught in schools." The arguments are sound, her writing is flawless, her sources are bulletproof. Most teachers don't have much of an opinion on her, she just another popular girl to them, but there are a few that are with her during the father debacle, who saw are angry and sad and scared, who hold a soft spot for her.

Give me Tim who keeps his head down and turns his work in late on crumpled and stained papers, but it's all flawless work. He shows up after three days absent with deep circles under his eyes and a shallow smile and explanations for his absence that are just sound enough that they can't poke any real holes in them, even if most don't believe him. He's friends with the rowdy, popular kids but he's always careful to keep just to the sidelines of their trouble so he never gets taken down with them in consequences. His teachers whisper about the disorganized genius who they hope gets himself together, because he could do great things.

Give me Duke who's snarky and quick thinking, but comes in some days quiet and with a far away look on his face. His best grades are in PE and it drives his teachers crazy because he's smart enough to honor roll if he ever put the effort into his work, it just doesn't seem to interest him. Give him accommodations that he can't be cold called on in class and never has to present presentations because he doesn't do well being the center of attention. He's always fidgeting and looking at the clock like he has somewhere better to be, he disappears to the library every lunch.

Give me Cass, who nobody can seem to really pin down. She's so startlingly unobtrusive that her teachers often forget she's there until she's standing right infront of their faces. She doesn't talk and from her writing it's clear that she's not familiar with English even if she can get by. The first time anyone hears her voice, Bruce picked her up from school early and she bounces over to him calling "Dad" before giving him a hug, the office staff feel a ripple of shock travel through them as they realize that it's not that she can't talk it's that she doesn't. She gets pulled out of classes for ASL tutoring, but not speech therapy which causes a few raised eyebrows after the revelation that she is capable of speaking. She looks at people with this intensity that makes them feel like she's looking straight through them and most teachers won't admit it, but it freaks them out.

Give me batkids with preferential seating accommodations so they never have to sit somewhere they feel exposed and unsafe. Give them early transition accommodations so they're not caught in the crowded halls during passing periods. Give them phone accommodations, so they always have a direct line to Bruce/Alfred/their siblings. Give them extended test taking accommodations, because once you've literally defused a bomb or raced across the city to stop a murderous meglomaniac doing things on a time constraint is just, not good.

For angst, give them teachers/subs who "don't believe in accommodations" and put end up putting the batkids in bad situations. Give them panic attacks when their accommodations are violated.

Give me teachers gossiping about the batkids and their odd quirks in the office or during their planning period. Give me first year teachers who flounder trying to figure those kids out and veteran teachers to just can't make heads or tails of them. Teachers marveling about how they can all be so alike while sharing absolutely no DNA. It becomes common knowledge that Bruce Wayne is a little less "Brucie" than he'd like the media to believe, but hell that's his business, and he seems to be doing alright by his kids. Give me haggard parents Bruce and Dick getting called to speak with the principal, or in IEP meetings, or at parent-teacher conferences.

Idk I just feel like this is a really untapped market we could be writing for here and I love outsider pov fics so much.

#They're all so fucked up #those kids have so many issues #i love them #batfam #batkids #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #tim drake #duke thomas #dc comics #dc #fanfic prompt

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strawberrystepmom · 9 months ago

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cw: alcohol mention, suggestive. narumi x f!reader. anatomy is mentioned (breasts). reader works for the jakdf as a seismologist and is specifically not japanese or from japan. | word count: 1.2k, reading time: 5 minutes.

“Tachibana is such an asshole.”

Narumi’s rant, the one that started while you gently scrubbed his back in the shower after scurrying back to your apartment hand in hand, has managed to continue all the way into your bedroom.

“I swear to anyone listening I’m going to make him run until his legs fall off tomorrow.”

Tonight marked the third time the first division has invited you out to enjoy drinks and dinner with them in the three months you’ve officially been here. They intentionally sat you and Gen next to each other, pouring gratuitous amounts of alcohol into both of your cups the moment they were emptied.

“That’s not very nice,” you tut from your side of the bed, comforter still pulled down so your boyfriend can climb in beside you. He does so with a groan, instantly reaching for your chest to squeeze one of your t-shirt clad tits.

“It’s not very nice of him to look down your shirt while I’m sitting right fucking there either, now is it?”

Your nipple pebbles in response to the stimulation and he chuckles to himself, kicking the blankets around his legs until he’s settled.

A night out that turns into a grudge isn’t an entirely uncommon occurrence for him. Every time you come along he ends up frustrated that someone wants to grab your attention from him, asking you questions about your personal life and how you’re finding Tokyo now that autumn has slowly started to give way to winter. Does everyone have to be so friendly all the time?

Turning your head to face him for a moment, you raise a brow and smirk.

“Are you jealous?”

Sighing, he tips his head back against the pillow that has been designated as his since the first time he slept over and stares at the ceiling.

“No, I just don’t want him thinking he can look at what belongs to me.”

A puzzled giggle escapes you, Gen still kneading at the soft flesh of your breast.

“Is that not the textbook definition of jealousy?” There’s the faintest trace of a pout across his handsome features, dimly lit as they are in your dark bedroom. “Besides, it’s not like you publicly claim me. He has no way of knowing and I have a feeling that if anything, he was trying to distract me long enough for Shinonome to talk to you.”

The pout is gone, replaced with gritted teeth. A nerve has been struck, although you didn’t quite intend it to end up that way. It’s enough that he had to watch you be ogled by another man as you graciously leaned forward to fill his cup as he has done yours, now you’ve brought up his subordinate he knows bothers you thanks to her open admiration that leans on more than just hero worship in your opinion.

Clearly he isn’t the only one suffering from a little condition that starts with a J and has a tendency to turn someone green.

“That’s your decision not mine,” he shoots back, shifting onto his side so he can curl his body around you. His grip on your flesh will leave behind marks if it goes on too long. With a hiss, you reach for his wrist but he untenses his fingers before you can. The touch returns to the same gentle massaging motion although his mouth remains open and sneering. Narumi sighs and his second hand joins the first in squeezing.

“Even if they found out, what would they do? Kick me out?”

You turn onto your side, facing him, fingers making their way around the back of his neck to gently scratch his neck and scalp the way you know he likes. It isn’t hard to make him putty in your hands and although you try not to resort to extremes, you need every tool you can get when he’s this worked up.

His eyes flutter shut and the clench in his jaw slowly relaxes under your gentle touch, softer than maybe this level of petulance deserves but love makes us all soft in ways we don’t always expect.

It’s why the fear of being found out always tinges these intimate moments with a bit more gray than you’d prefer. You used to simply like Gen. Enjoying his company gradually turned into being unable to function without it which has now led to this, two bodies in one bed, both smelling a bit of sake even though you showered together before peeling the sheets back.

Somehow being here with him feels more fleeting than loving him from just over 5,000 miles away.

The fraternization policy at the JAKDF is loosely enforced for enlisted members. Unfortunately, you are not enlisted nor is your work that of killing kaiju which automatically makes you slightly more disposable than your partner.

“Maybe not you but they’d definitely fire me. Then I’d have to go home, we’d be long distance again, and you’d never get to sleep at night.” Shaking your head, you lean in to press your nose against his. “Not an ideal situation.”

He dips his head to press his nose right back against yours.

“I could just tell them you’re essential to keep me happy,” he offers and you giggle. “I’m not joking. Keeping me happy should be their first priority anyway.”

There is a bit more humor in what he’s saying than he’ll let on, especially since you both know his subordinates are onto you to some extent.

Giggling, you rub your nose against his again. He takes it further, dipping his head so that your lips brush against his. Ever greedy, he kisses you so much it almost makes you forget what you’re about to say. You break away before any further distraction can appear, lips still touching even if they aren’t locked.

“Let’s pretend that you gave them such an ultimatum. What would you even say?”

The once gentle scratching against his scalp has become light tugging at his dark strands of hair and his knee has shoved its way between your thighs, the room growing warmer with each touch. Any distance remaining between the two of you has now been diminished, skin touching skin while he gazes down at you with heavily lidded eyes.

“I’d remind them of how difficult I was before being able to cum in you all the time.”

Opening your mouth to dispute his claims, or to at least ask him to have some decorum, he takes the opportunity to kiss you again before you can. His tongue slides between your teeth to tangle with yours, hands sliding from your chest to your hips and ass that are now being squeezed and kneaded.

Pulling away to catch your breath, lips slicked with spit and pussy resting warmly against the taut muscle of his thigh while he grinds it against you, you giggle breathlessly.

“And who else can say that they do that? Certainly not Tachi –”

Gen captures your lips once again, preventing another man’s name from spilling out of your sweet lips hurriedly. He can let bygones be bygones and if tonight keeps up how it’s going so far, he won’t make him run until his legs break in the morning for stealing a peek.

Maybe.

#gen narumi x reader #narumi x reader #narumi x you #kn8 x you #narumi imagines #kn8 imagines #kendall writes #genken

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drstonefangurl · 3 months ago

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The next charater in my Dr. Stone Tarot Card series Senku Ishigami as The Magician. Senku, our main character and genius scientist determined to save all of humanity makes for a very lovely Magician imho. Here is The Magician card for reference:

The Magician Meaning

Upright: Manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action

Reversed: Manipulation, poor planning, untapped talents

The Magician card is labeled as number 1 in the Major Arcana. The card is represented by a man using his tools of his trade, which represent the 4 elements, to work his magic and manifest his desires into reality. The Magician has one hand pointing to heaven and one to the Earth indicating he can take what he conceives in his mind he can make reality with the proper tools and enough time. The infinity symbol above his head and the ouroboros around his waist represent his infinite potential, the cyclical nature of life and existence, and his potential access to endless thoughts and resources.

The Senku Ishigami card we see Senku with a bunch of science apparatus working on his next big project, bringing his ideas into reality. We also see the Medusa device in the background, looking like the infinity device, and the belt with more items and tools Senku will need for his infinite drive for scientific discovery. In the background we also see the moon behind the Medusa device, which has been Senku's ever driving goal to get to the moon, even before the pertification event even happened.

Based off of the card descriptions alone I think it is pretty obvious as to why I think Senku Ishigami is clearly representing The Magician in Gen's tarot deck. The Magician and Senku are also extremely representative of taking action, making thoughts and ideas come into reality, and resourcefulness which is Senku's whole character in Dr. Stone. If it wasn't for Senku having the ability to make his ideas reality there would be no show. For the sake of anime only watchers, I will keep some if my reasonings quiet because it will mostly be foreshadowing of what is coming down the pipe in the anime.

Now, I would like to address why I don't think Senku's card is representing The Moon (because that seems to be a common one that lots of folks like to assign to his card on the internet). My major argument against this choice, besides the fact the the symbolism is highly indicating it's The Magician, is because The Moon is a card about hidden fears, illusions, anxiety, intuition, and the subconscious. None of that fits Senku's character even though going to the moon has been an important task for Senku since the beginning of the manga and anime. Overall this card felt like it was quite straightforward, but I would enjoy any evidence that contradicts my thought process. Stay tuned, my next card analysis is on Ryusui Nanami. Get excited.

Sources: biddytarot.com & @ChifuyuEmma on Pintrest

#dr stone anime #dr stone fandom #dr stone tarot deck #drstonetarot #major arcana #tarot #tarot deck #dcst senku #dcst #dcst brainrot #dr stone ryusui #nanami ryusui #ryusui dcst #ryusui nanami #ryusui

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lpmurphy · 1 month ago

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Summary: It had been thirty years since his truck tires rolled out of her drive for the last time. Even longer since the day his locker door slammed shut beside hers and marked the beginning of Jack Abbot. Beth had never expected it to end. Never expected to live a lifetime with only the ghost of the boy who promised her one together. She never expected to see him again. Until that curtain flung open, and there he was. And just like that, Jack Abbot began again.

Notes: jack abbot/single mom!ofc, reunited high school sweethearts, second chance romance, slow (emphasis on the SLOW) burn, seriously it's slow, ofc’s daughter is a teenage gen z menace and we love her for it, angst/longing/yearning to the max, hurt/comfort, author is just an english teacher with no medical background, eventual smut, jack and ofc are emotionally constipated idiots

Word Count: 4,497

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Chapter Eight: But You Won't Forget Me

Mom was so full of it.

This was not the faster way back to the car. Not even close. Abby could’ve mapped out a quicker route in her sleep, one-handed, with no Wi-Fi. She could have Lewis-and-Clarked it through this hospital she had literally been in twice, and they would have already been in the car. They were definitely retracing their steps on purpose now, passing through the ED again like it was some kind of tourist attraction. All for nothing, obviously. No one just accidentally loops past the same hallway where their ghost ex-boyfriend works. Totally just because the parking garage was ‘closer’.

Especially not when they spent twenty minutes curling their hair that morning, which she��never does unless she’s going on her obligatory date every six months or going to a wedding. Which was hilarious, because Abby had straightened her hair that morning. So either Mom was hallucinating hot tools, or she was lying. And Abby had a pretty strong guess which it was.

She trailed a few steps behind, letting Mom lead her in this totally-not-planned direction. The ache in her leg had mostly eased up after being poked and prodded at by Doctor Yang, but she still used it as an excuse to hang back. From here, she could watch her mom’s posture; tight shoulders, arms crossed, chin up like she was scanning the room.

Just painfully, totally obvious.

And yeah, maybe Abby hadn’t expected Doctor Mullet to be… normal. Or nice. Or capable of holding eye contact without exploding into flames. Honestly, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would just disappear on someone.

Not in the “vanish off the face of the Earth” way, anyway. And when he’d looked at her mom, it hadn’t been weird. It’d been quiet. Kind. A little sad. Not the way the guy who ran out on her mom in the 1900s and left her to stare out at the middle distance when Abby asked about him should look at her.

Which made Mom’s face even harder to read. She hadn’t looked angry or heartbroken. She’d looked like someone trying very hard not to feel anything at all. Like someone standing in front of a dented car, deciding whether to fix the damage or kick in the other side just to make it match.

It was weird. The whole thing was weird. And Mom wasn’t weird. She was decisive to a point where it was almost bitchy. Always had a reason and purpose for every little thing she did. She didn’t do weird.

Okay, maybe Mom was a little weird. Maybe.

She followed a few steps behind as they made their way out, catching Miss Dana’s eye as they passed the hub. The nurse gave her a warm smile and added a wink like they were in on something together. Abby gave a little wave, already anticipating freedom and deciding how to talk Mom into stopping for overpriced drive-thru fries. She’d been a brave little girl today. She deserved a little treat.

They were nearly at the exit when a flash of blonde and frantic energy intercepted them.

“Hi, Doctor Baker! I’m so sorry—sorry—I know you’re not working today, and I know you’re with your daughter,” the woman said, rapid-fire, like she was trying to get all her words out before her lungs caught up. “Hi. Sorry. I’m Mel. Your mom is really nice,” she added, flashing a sheepish grin Abby didn’t know how to respond to.

Mom held up her hands and gave the blonde a kind smile. “It’s fine, Mel. Slow down. What’s up?”

Mel did slow down, just barely. “Okay. Your seizure patient from last night is still down here; peds hasn’t had a bed open up yet, and his mom is refusing to talk to anyone but you. I have his labs, but she’s not budging and I just… would you mind coming down real quick? Just to help smooth it over?”

Behind them, Miss Dana piped up with a breezy, “She can stay here with me, Red. We’ll try not to get into too much trouble. Go.”

Mom hesitated, clipped her badge onto her jacket like a reluctant superhero suiting up, then looked at Abby. “You okay?”

Abby lowered herself into a chair near where Miss Dana talked to a nurse and pulled out her phone. “I’ll be fine. Probably. Go save lives or whatever.”

Mom leaned over to kiss her head and promised to be back quickly, then followed Mel down the hallway. Abby exhaled and let herself sink into the chair properly, scrolling absently through the group chat, catching up on the debate about what to wear to Homecoming. Kennedy sent a picture of her dress and claimed purple, Charlee was annoyed because she claimed purple in May; cue the drama and screenshot receipts. Abby scrolled through the messages without really absorbing any of them.

One new text from Gavin sat in her inbox. How was ur appointment?

Her stomach did a little flip and she sat up a bit straighter. She stared at the screen for a second too long before typing back: it was good! ty for asking. u get out of practice early?

She closed out the chat before she could overthink the timing of her reply and opened her Kindle app. She found her place in her book and started to read. The sounds of the ED around her made it difficult to focus, but she’d learned to tune them out before she could even walk.

“Well?”

Abby looked up to find Jack at the monitor across from her. His badge beeped softly as he tapped it against the scanner, eyes flicking up to meet hers.

“What’s the verdict, House?” he asked, low and friendly.

“December,” she said, exhaling like she’d been holding the answer in her chest. Her phone dropped to her lap with a soft thud.

Jack’s grin bloomed. “Hell yeah,” he said, reaching a fist across the counter.

Abby smiled despite herself and bumped her knuckles against his. “Ortho said I might shave off a couple weeks if I do my PT and avoid being a dumbass.”

His brow lifted. “You gonna manage that?”

“I want to play again,” she said with a shrug. “So… probably.”

Jack gave a small approving nod, like that answer earned a checkmark somewhere in his brain.

“And,” she added, “I can start driving again in two weeks, thank God. I love my mom, but she drives like a Disney princess trying not to disturb the forest animals. It’s infuriating.”

Jack laughed. “She still does that, huh?”

Abby squinted. “Still?”

He didn’t glance up, fingers typing on the screen, but she saw the edge of a grin.

“Yeah. She’s been like that ever since she got pulled over by her dad when we were in high school.”

Abby’s jaw dropped. “Wait. Grandpa gave her a ticket?”

“Forty in a thirty,” Jack said with a grin. “Wrote her up without blinking. Then grounded her for a month. She was pissed.”

“That’s amazing. ”

“It was brutal.” he said. “Especially for me. She refused to drive after that. I had to chauffeur her everywhere, and she was the worst backseat driver in the world. I still think that was your grandpa's plan all along.”

“Oh no, she still is. Constant running commentary, invisible brake; the whole deal.”

He chuckled again. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Abby’s smile lingered, warm and a little crooked. She tried to picture it; her mom, young and stubborn, arms crossed in the passenger seat, Jack behind the wheel making dumb jokes until she finally cracked a smile. It was weird. Not in a bad way. Just strange to see a version of her mom that existed before her. A version Jack still seemed to remember like she hadn’t changed much at all.

“So,” Jack said, eyes flicking to the screen, “you gonna be back in time for winter conditioning?”

That caught her. “How do you know about winter conditioning?”

“You brought it up when we had you on that wild pain cocktail last week,” he said with a smirk. “Something about winter conditioning and some girl named Kayla who, and I quote, ‘should never be allowed around a volleyball net again because she’s stupid and sucks’?”

Abby groaned. “Well, I stand by that.”

“Yeah?” he grinned. “What’s her deal?”

“She flinches during serves, Jack. She plays libero.”

He gave an exaggerated wince. “Yikes.”

“Exactly.”

He chuckled, leaning an elbow on the counter. “You planning to play after high school?”

“Nah. I’m just going to focus on school. Med school apps don’t care how many aces you had sophomore year.”

Jack lifted a brow. “Med school, huh?”

“That’s the plan. Undergrad, then med school for trauma surgery. Mom’s still trying to talk me out of it. She’s got… strong opinions about surgeons. Blame my dad.”

Jack’s brows knit together for a half-second at that before he cleared his throat. “Yeah? Who’s on the list for undergrad?”

“Pitt, Penn State, Villanova, NYU…” Abby counted them off on her fingers, adding her third tier backups for good measure, then added with a touch of quiet certainty, “But UPenn is at the top.”

Something softened around Jack’s eyes. “Just like your mom,” he said, something strange in his voice.

Abby nodded, but before she could answer, she heard Mom’s voice drifting in from the hall, calm and even and full of authority; the “everything’s fine, I’ve got this” tone she reserved for patients and stressed-out interns.

“…Doctor King will be in soon with an update, alright?” she was saying as she rounded the corner, Mel trailing beside her like a duckling before she rejoined them with a tablet in hand, talking lowly to the blonde as they returned to the hub. Abby was about to head over and tell her mom they could finally go when something made her pause.

Abby glanced up, and that’s when she saw it: Jack’s gaze had wandered. Right past the screen, past Abby, and directly to her mom. She blinked. And then squinted. And then, with rising horror, watched as his eyes did not immediately move on, like normal people’s should when looking at a mom. They lingered. Scanned. Rolled up her mom’s legs and over her hip and torso and—oh my god, ew dude, that’s someone’s mother—then up to her face. He smiled.

Abby recoiled internally.

Disgusting. Her mother? In front of her? Cool, what if she just literally threw up? There should be laws against this. Federal ones. Maybe something Geneva-related. Pretty sure one of the Ten Commandments was ‘thou shalt not check out your mom while you’re standing right there.’ Then again, what did she know? They only went to church twice a year.

But Jack kept looking at her. Not staring. Not in a creepy way. Just… watching. Like something about the sight of her mom had rooted him to the floor. Like he remembered every version of her and still thought this one might be the best yet.

Abby watched for a moment longer, then looked down at her phone, her mouth pulling into a small, thoughtful smile. It was weird. But not in a bad way. Maybe not even in a weird way. Just… different.

Jack looked away just as Mom stepped up to the computer beside his, Mel trailing close behind. She was speaking softly, walking the younger doctor through strategies for handling distressed parents as she pulled up a chart and started typing. Mel listened intently, nodding along, her posture gradually uncoiling; shoulders lowering, face relaxing. That was one of the things Abby loved most about her mom: the way she made people feel capable. Jack must’ve felt it too, because he glanced over at Mom again, that quiet little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he turned back to his screen. Mel kept talking, voice fast and hopeful now, and Abby seized the opportunity for a quick escape.

She pushed herself up and tugged on Mom’s sleeve. “Do you have cash? I’m going to go get a water.”

Mom didn’t even glance up. “Take my wallet,” she said, digging it out of her purse and handing it over. “The machines are—”

“Past radiology, left of the elevators. I saw them on our way in.”

Mom nodded, still distracted. “Be quick, okay?”

Quick wasn’t exactly in Abby’s vocabulary right now, but she tried. She fed a wrinkled bill into the vending machine, grabbed a bottle of water, shoved the change into her mom’s wallet, and started the slow walk back, water tucked under her arm, condensation soaking through the fabric of her sleeve.

When Abby turned the corner, the blonde doctor she’d left with Mom was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Jack was there; leaning casually against the counter, relaxed, grinning at something her mom had just said. Then Mom laughed. Not just a polite smile, but a full, genuine laugh. The kind that started with a snort, crinkled her eyes, and ended with her covering her mouth like she was trying to swallow it back in. The kind reserved for Will Ferrell movies and the sarcastic comments Abby made to adults who never quite caught on. The kind of laugh Abby hadn’t heard in far too long.

And Jack just stood there, like he’d been waiting for it, like that laugh was the highlight of his day. He smiled like he’d just won a contest, then said something else, clearly trying to bring out another one of those laughs.

Mom used to laugh like that more often.

Not with the guys she brought home, though.

There weren’t many of those, really. Mom dated here and there, but nothing that ever stuck for too long. She’d probably tell you she liked it that way; independent, self-sufficient, a badass doctor who kept a trauma kit in the trunk and pulled over every time they drove past a car accident to make sure everyone was okay. She was perfectly happy on her own; just her and Abby. The way she liked it.

But Abby knew what came after those dates. She’d hear Mom come home late, quietly enough to not wake Abby, though she was never asleep. Mom would sit on the couch for a while, just staring into space. Then she’d sigh, slip off her heels, and leave them in the closet untouched for months until the next “first date” that never made it to a second.

Abby could count on one hand how many men had stuck around for longer than a minute, and it was easy, because she only needed one finger. Ed came around when she was eleven: a police captain who looked like a walking cliché from every cop drama on TV. He was about ten years older than her mom, had a son in college somewhere in California, and was the steady, “responsible” type. Nice. Quiet. A little boring, if you asked Abby, but safe.

He brought flowers, took Mom out every Friday, told the same four stories from his Vice days, even tried to learn the rules of volleyball when Abby started playing. He spent Christmas with them in Coldwater at Grandma and Grandpa’s house one year and was Mom’s date to Aunt Becca’s second wedding in the Bahamas. But when he suggested a week-long trip to Paris after the pandemic when the travel restrictions were lifted, Abby caught the shift in her mom’s expression; that subtle flicker like she’d sensed a proposal coming. And just like that, Mom did what she always did when things started to get too good: she bolted.

No second chances. No looking back. Just a clean break and a quiet smile a few weeks later when Abby caught her standing in front of the bathroom mirror a little too long, followed by the usual excuse about him not being the right fit, and how that was okay, because she was perfectly happy with it being just the two of them. It was the first time her Mom had ever lied to her.

She never laughed like this for Ed. Not even at their best. And Ed definitely never looked at her like Jack just did, like seeing her was the single best part of his whole day. No one had ever looked at Mom like that. Like he didn’t want the moment to end quite yet. Like he wasn’t quite ready to let go of whatever invisible thread had pulled them together just now. Her mom had looked; what was the word? Lighter. Not exactly happy. But easy. Comfortable in a way Abby hadn’t seen in a long time. She didn’t know if she ever laughed like that for her dad. Mom didn’t talk about him much, and Abby was okay with that.

Yeah. People who ‘just work together’ didn’t look at each other like that.

Abby wasn’t sure why it made her smile so much.

But then, he showed up, and Abby stopped smiling.

Some tall, beardy guy in cargo pants and a hoodie with an annoying smile that Mom immediately returned. He had the nerve to step in and start talking to Mom, and worse: Miss Dana was encouraging it, grinning at them both like she was watching an episode of The Bachelor. He leaned in and, of course, found a reason to lightly touch Mom’s arm within ten seconds.

Et tu, Miss Dana? Who is this? Ew. No. No, sir. Which pocket of your cargo pants do you keep all that audacity in? She was having a conversation. Walk away. This is not your moment. Get lost. Bye.

She groaned softly as her mom laughed again, lighter this time, but not quite like she had for Jack. She looked like she was trying. Abby scowled when her mom gave Hoodie Guy a polite smile and tilted her head. Jack stepped back a little. His posture changed. He didn’t leave, but he let the other guy take up space. Abby wanted to throw something.

Mom. Don’t smile at Hoodie Guy. Don’t you do it. Ugh, she was doing it. Stop it, Mom. You’re too old to be in a love triangle. It’s cringy.

No! Jack, don’t leave! Go away, Hoodie Guy! I will literally fight you. No. Go away so Jack will come back.

God damn it, Elizabeth.

A minute later, Mom waved her over.

“Abby, this is Doctor Robby. He’s one of our attendings. This my daughter, Abby.”

“Hey, Ab—”

“Yeah, hi,” Abby said, polite enough, setting Mom’s wallet on the counter by her purse. Whatever, Hoodie Guy. Don’t get comfortable.

Then, with just the right amount of pitiful in her voice, she turned back to her mom, pouting out her lip just so. “Can we go home? My leg kinda hurts.”

Concern took over immediately. Her mom’s brow furrowed and her voice softened. “Of course, boo.” She turned back to Robby, said a quick goodbye, then reached for her bag.

Didn’t even notice her wallet wasn’t with it.

Abby glanced across the hub, and alas, there it was. Mom’s wallet. Still sitting by the monitor where Jack had been standing earlier. Just left behind. Waiting to be picked up while Mom kept on her beeline for the door, already talking about dinner and laundry and all other kinds of boring mom stuff.

Aw, no.

Mom.

Your wallet.

Wait—darn.

Too bad it was so far away. Practically across state lines. A whole journey. They’d never make it.

Oh well. C'est la vie.

Someone will find it.

- - -

Beth didn’t put that jacket on for Jack.

She didn’t. She just happened to put on her yoga clothes that morning because she was going to go to yoga that evening. That had been the plan. She didn’t go, sure, but the intention was there. The clothes were logistical, not emotional. Functional, not flirtatious.

Whatever. It didn’t matter.

They were just clothes. Same way the cardigan and sweats she changed into as soon as they got home were just clothes. Not everything had to mean something. She’d love to see Abby twist pajamas into some secret signal she was supposedly sending to a guy she dated before cell phones had cameras.

Which she wasn’t doing.

Honestly, that kid needed a hobby that wasn’t narrating her mother’s love life like a CW reboot of Pride and Prejudice.

He wasn’t even supposed to be there today. She didn’t know he’d be on shift. They were running late, her brat child has a broken leg, so excuse her for parking closer so said brat wouldn’t have to walk too far. It just so happened that he was working, so she said hello because it’s polite. It wasn’t like that. She didn’t plan it, she didn’t mean anything by it, and it wasn’t certainly the flirting Abby made it out to be. God, it wasn’t flirting. She barely remembered how to flirt.

It wasn’t about Jack. It wasn’t about the pause, the half-second of hesitation, when he’d looked at her like he hadn’t quite finished saying whatever he was going to say before Robby showed up. It shouldn’t be about Jack. Jack made it entirely clear what Jack thought of her thirty years ago when he left.

Beth turned the burner to simmer and stirred the sauce slowly. Smoothed her palm along the counter and watched the evening breeze rustle the rose bushes in the backyard through the kitchen window. She should be making dinner. She had far more important things to do than stand in her kitchen trying to validate a conversation between two people that her daughter called flirting.

Because she wasn’t flirting. And even if she did, it wouldn’t be with him. Not that there was anything wrong with him. She just didn’t make a habit of making eyes at men who’d stood beside her not even a day earlier and spoken about the worst kind of loss a person could carry. Who said his wife’s name like it still lived somewhere sacred in his chest. A man still carrying a love so deep he hadn’t taken off his wedding ring in nearly a decade. A man who stood quietly in a room and somehow made her feel steadier just by being there.

She understood that. Beth had known a love like that after him too, though the loss that came with hers was a different kind. She remembered the shape of it, how it softened her in the beginning before it became something else. Misshapen. Ugly. She remembered the aftertaste it left. Though she imagined his was far less bitter than her own.

She wouldn’t interrupt that. That kind of grief carved out space. It didn’t vanish. It settled in and stayed. She wouldn’t ask for more than a moment shared at a nurses’ station. A cordial relationship between coworkers. Not that she wanted anything more with him. Something more ended the minute he pulled out of her parents’ driveway when they were kids. Something more wasn’t meant for them. It never had been.

But, she had laughed. And she’d liked it.

And maybe she was thinking about him now, alone in her kitchen, in her pajamas, stirring sauce she hadn’t even tasted yet because her kid planted a thought in her head about a boy who had taken too much space there for too long that she now couldn’t quite weed out.

Fucking Abby. The little instigator. She was so damn lucky Beth loved her so much.

She tapped the spoon against the pot again. Louder this time. A little rougher. Just to make a point, even if the pot wasn’t really the one who needed convincing.

She wasn’t even sure that she could convince the teenager in the living room if she tried. She’d seemed to have made up her mind, though perfectly wrong. Beth peeked through the kitchen doorway to where Abby lay sprawled out on the couch in the next room, the dog draped across her lap, both half-watching a rerun of New Girl that no one was really invested in. Shopping bags that she asked to be taken upstairs were still dumped on the kitchen table, but she resisted the urge to get on her about it and run the risk of opening up a whole new line of ‘you were too, Miss Boob-Shirt’ dialogue. Not worth it. They’d eat on the couch instead.

Beth swayed a little to the music oozing from the kitchen speaker, barefoot on cool tile, moving between the stove and the counter. Silver Springs floated through the kitchen, and this time, she allowed herself to sing along, stirring the sauce with one hand, glass of red wine in the other. She wasn’t really singing so much as murmuring along, letting Stevie Nicks pull her back through time in little, aching pieces in a way that always felt a little therapeutic.

That was, however, until the doorbell rang.

Atlas lost his mind immediately. He leapt off the couch, nails skittering against the hardwood as he tried to get his footing, barking like it was his sworn duty to defend them from certain death.

“Mom, door!” Abby called over the noise, not even bothering to sit up.

“Really? I had no idea,” she muttered, setting the spoon down on the dish and wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Atty! Go lay down!”

The dog did not go lay down. If anything, he barked louder, alerting them to the great danger that was Amazon, or someone selling solar panels. Maybe even Jada from next door dropping by to chat. Oh, the horror.

Beth sighed and started out of the kitchen, giving Abby a gentle swat with the towel as she passed. She waved a hand in the dog’s direction, gesturing wildly to shush him as she neared the door. Atlas stayed glued to it, sniffing the frame in loud, determined snorts like he could identify the threat by scent alone. She stuck a leg in front of him to push him back just enough to crack the door, but he didn’t budge. Damn dog. She braced a hand against his chest, his nails scraping the hardwood in protest, and yanked the door open, still quietly singing along.

“You’ll never get away from the sound of a woman who loves you…”

The door swung open mid-line, her mouth still open, ready to accept whatever package the Amazon guy deemed doorbell-worthy instead of leaving on the porch. But the words died in her throat the moment she saw who was standing there.

Jack Abbot.

Standing on her porch. At her house. Bathed in porch light like a memory she hadn’t meant to summon. Not in scrubs, like he should be thirty minutes after his shift ended, but in clean jeans and a t-shirt, holding her fucking wallet.

Atlas howled behind her, pushing his big head around the side of her hip, tail thumping against the wall like a metronome for her now off-kilter heart.

And she was suddenly, acutely, painfully aware of her lack of bra.

#the pitt #the pitt fanfiction #the pitt hbo #jack abbot fanfic #jack abbot x oc #dr abbot x oc #jack abbot/oc

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jellyofthefishes · 1 year ago

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hello there :] I had recently stumbled upon this blog and i really love your writing sm,,, /pos /gen

could i request Rui or Tsukasa with a reader who loves cuddling and is very physically affectionate in private? And occasionally may hug them in their sleep? :0

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Notes: Riddle me this riddle me that watch people this girl is back, no I didn't die this time but I had really poor motivation these past few months but I'll try to get back on track this time. So I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing.

TW: none

summary: Rui and Tsukasa with an S/O that loves physical affection in private

♡ Rui also mostly enjoys physical affection more in private so he doesn’t mind that you prefer that over PDA

♡ when you both are at his or your house the two of you would lie down on his bed while he talks about his day and right after you talk about yours afterall he loves hearing you talk

♡ Or in another case scenario, while Rui is working on one of his projects he let's you sleep on his lap occasionally having you hug his waist in your sleep

♡ When you go to his house the two of you mostly cuddle, SPECIALLY if the two of you or if one of you had a tiring day you always feel comfortable in his arms and he loves holding you

♡ I feel like he would be a switch, he does love being the big spoon but eventually he would like to be the little spoon sometimes

♡ on the events that the two of you have a sleepover, you always end up sleeping first nuzzling your face into either his chest or neck

♡ He smiles at you caressing your head while he looks at your adorable sleeping face

"Im so lucky to have you as a partner"

♡ he would hug you close to him as if you are going to disappear if he let's go of you and drifts off to sleep next to you

♡Tsukasa loves physical affection aswell I feel like he would often sleep on your shoulder after practicing for the next WXS performance

♡ Tsukasa is much more vulnerable when in private with you

♡ Even if his room is literally a fucking Varanda

♡ Meaning Tsukasa tends to be much more open with you when the both or you are indoors

♡ He would often let you lie your head on his lap while you listen to him talk about all he did that day and often times when he had a really bad day about his insecurities and fears

♡I feel like he is also really fidgety and while talking he likes to play with your hair , doesn't matter if your hair is long or not he will play with your hair

♡If is the situation that he is having a bad day, you tend to let him lie his head on your shoulder or lap

♡If he lies on your shoulder you will lie your own head on top of his head while listening to his troubles he tends to keep to himself while holding his hand reassuring him you are listening to him

♡Now if he lies on your lap you will play with his hair gently while listening to him and if he cries you'd wipe his tear away with your thumb

"Thank you, for always listening to me S/O, this means the world to me"

"no need to thank me my star I'll always listen to you be it good or bad"

You move his hair out if the way and kiss his forhead

♡The both of you soon decide to lie on bed to cuddle and drift off to sleep , you deciding to be the bigger spoon to comfort him even further

♡He truly feels lucky to have someone like you as a partner

Notes: So umm HI yeah sorry for disappearing like this (^_-)-☆ my writing might be a bit rusty, but what happened was that school took a really huge tool on me and I'm already bad at school so I had to focus a bit more this year, luckily I didn't need to do any exams but, I got a 6/6 in English so yeah My English is amazing according to my grades BUT WELL ANYWAY, drink water get something to eat and take a break or else your stuffed animal gets it 😡

#modyuki #project sekai #pjsk #pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage #wxs #wonderlands x showtime #tenma tsukasa #kamishiro rui #tenma tsukasa x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui kamishiro x reader

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regular-gnome · 8 months ago

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huh...

So when the Archivist find a planet capable of sustaining life but currently without life, they... Release single celled organisms? ...Just to archive them in the future? That's so odd to me.

Why not just wait, is archiving some sort of deep-seated urge or instinct that they NEED to do? Isn't it counterproductive to not just let life naturally develop, or is artificially creating new life apart of the reason they exist?

The short answer (its kinda a tdlr, the text got long)

So life develops slowly and needs stable conditions, what is hader when things like stars have finite lifespans (our Sun is already halfway through!). The Starchildren can’t create life or bring it back, and not all planets have the right conditions for it to start in time when planet is habitable, but might adapt once it’s there. They treat planets bit like gardens in a region where apocalypses are common, with the Archive serving as a storage for seeds, saplings, and tools. Its more usable and not as much lifeless museum of life

Most planets do well on their own, so only parts are collected but beyond that left alone, and some are destroyed or struggle to progress beyond microbes. In those cases, they might step in to improve conditions or remove threats. Sometimes, they just observe how life adapts to what chaos it has. If it can.

There are also personal reasons for work, things like attachment or desire for control, but their mission began when the first life-sustaining planet was destroyed, leaving them alone in the void believing everything was lost forever. When life SLOWLY re-emerged on other worlds, they began preserving and protecting it, spreading across the void.

Long answer under the cut

Life in general develops extremely slowly. Earth is around 4.5 bln years old (Ga), it's estimated that it took around 1,1Ga to go from anoxygenic bacteria to aerobic bacteria (after some ox producing bacteria ruined the party for all those who couldnt deal with it, also called Great Oxygenation Event). From there, it took roughly 0,5 Ga for eukaryotic cells to develop. Shortly after (like 0.1 Ga), life transitioned from single-celled to multicellular organisms. In comparison it took 1.7 Ga for evolution to progress from algae to humans—about 1.6x faster than the journey from primordial soup to microbes

There could be planets capable of supporting life that are just off the mark, preventing organic material from developing well enough. Some might have all the right conditions but lack the right combination of energy sources, maybe too far from a star, maybe something else. But, once life forms and we get a "Last Universal Common Ancestor" (LUCA) It could spiral to the point where, as on Earth, almost no surface remains untouched by life (you really don’t want to know how many bacteria are on your phone). But thats only really because life got a really good footing here. If a catastrophic event wiped out all complex life, bacteria adapted to extreme would probably be fine and maybe evolve further.

If primitive cells formed under specific conditions and those suddenly changed, all that progress could halt or go back entierly to a primordial soup (Going with the Heterotrophic Theory, this is my gen favourite term for this, soup). And there is another aspect. Suns are not eternal; our sun, at ~4.5 Ga, is already halfway through its lifecycle before becoming a red giant. At that point, Earth will lose its "habitable" status. If Earth went through a hard reset, and assuming everything went the same, next intelligent life might be one witness their star’s death, sooo there is a finite window of habitability.

Each evo step is faster than the last one, Archivists intervene at mostly early stages making the beginning bit smoother, more controlled. They aim to make planets with potential more habitable or stoping them from losing it. For example they might create an atmosphere if one lacks it but is otherwise perfect, and past that let life develop naturally.

And even with perfect conditions, factors like astronomical events could mess up whole process. In the infinite space it's not really a question of if but more which planet heads into a catastrophe, so they stay around. Archive functions like a backup, preserving progress where possible. If a planet faces extinction, they might change the enviroment, whatever is esponsible for it, maybe introduce creatures more capable of surviving—or even short-lived organisms, some that arent meant to survive but will provide enough short term nutrients for the native organisms to pull through.

That being said they usually try to avoid too much interferance, sometimes its just patching up small element before it becomes an problem. But sometimes they will just stay clear. If one is doing okay or particularly fascinating they'll stay back and watch how it adapt to the unique environments. World where due to temperatures the only habitable zone is on the edge of a star’s light? Organisms adaptation might give some insight for future and give templates for backing up similar ecosystems elsewhere. But there are limits to their interference. If saving a planet requires more effort than its results justify, they let it fade, something Wayfarer was upset about

There’s also a personal element. Archivists sometimes release life forms they’re familiar with—ancestors of creatures they once befriended. While they know these won’t develop into the same beings, it’s comforting to see familiar traits re-emerge (and to know how to deal with them). When universe is so hellbend on reminding of inevitable end, its a small victory.

Those are some words about methods, when it comes to why they even start its bit diffrent. The Starchildren’s mission stems from witnessing the first total extinction of life on a first developed planet. Unable to create life or reverse what had happened, they were confronted with the vast emptiness of the void and believed all was lost, that was it. And then saw the painfully SLOW emergence of life elsewhere, collectors agreed on a mutual goal to prevent life fading out of existance, not taking for granted it will work out. Bit ironic joke of fate that ones suited to live in isolation of void are also one to seek company. When the only other comapny is one that lives in blink of an eye its easy for the unguided Starchildren with almost divine power develop some quirks and complexes (not an excuse, just a reason).

But maybe its by design, just the right trait to have something always watching tirelessly over the gardens, ensuring there is someone there. I wouldn't say there isn't a quiet internal push for it, a drive that took root in the right environment and grew into a lifelong mission. Magic, like energy, isn’t created—it once formed part of Everything. When Everything awakened, it wanted to be more, sought to ensure there would always be something

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hello-gloomy · 5 months ago

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Breaking Barriers

Kohaku x Fem!reader

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Description: A desire to learn more about a beautiful girl she saw blossoms into a sweet relationship.

Warnings: Background XenoStan lol, Ukyo appearance, Gen appearance, implied POC reader, a description of readers hair and that their skin is darker than Kohakus. Mild crack taken seriously.

A/N: sorry if Kohaku is a bit out of character, and also I hope this appeases the masses and is proof that I don't only write for Xeno and Stanley lmao.

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Kohaku went to the communications room to find Ukyo; she hoped the archer wasn't busy. Thinking about it now, she probably should have brought a bribe just in case, but he was usually good-natured, so she's sure it'll turn out fine anyway. She arrives at her destination and knocks on the door before entering. Ukyo is already facing the door when she enters; she gives him a wave and a smile, and he greets her in return. She sits next to him and fidgets with the end of her dress. She's not usually this nervous about things like this, but the thought of why she was doing this made her a bit more tense than usual. Ukyo sits waiting patiently, and she finally decides to ask him.

"Do you think you could teach me English?" She asks him the question and her confidence returns. He looks surprised but quickly gives her a kind answer, telling her he'll help. She practically beams at him, and they immediately get started.

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You're running down the halls of the iron fortress, sprinting to get to the lab. You arrive at the door and bust it open. You catch your breath before shouting out to its occupants.

"HELP!" Xeno snaps around to look at you, and Stanley straightens up.

"I need you to teach me Japanese. It's an emergency." You yell in a panic to them; Stanley drops his shoulders and goes lax while Xeno gives you an incredulous look at your outburst.

"That's not an emergency, " the doctor tells you while returning to work. You stomp over to him and grab his shoulders while shaking him.

"WHEN IT COMES TO MATTERS OF LOVE, IT DOES!" This catches the male's attention; Stanley pulls up two more chairs near Xeno, and the male grabs the three of you drinks.

"Well?" Stanley asks, and you share your sob story about the Japanese blonde girl you have fallen head over heels for but can't understand anything the other says. Stanley nods with a little grin while Xeno holds his head in exasperation at the ludicrousness of the situation he just got wrapped up in.

"I'll help; it'll be useful later on." You holler out a thank you while he grabs some papers and writing utensils.

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After a few weeks of studies, Kohaku has mastered broken English at the most. She could use some more practice, but she wants to converse with you. She asked a few other Americans where you are currently, and they informed her that you are working on a project in one of the hangars. She makes a plan of action and decides to have lunch with you. Holding the meal in the bag, she walks through the large doors and looks around at all the metal and tools; she eventually spots you and wanders over. She fidgets with the food again and wonders if she should interrupt you. You turn around and spot her standing there, and you wave her over with a big smile.

"Lunch?" She asks in a slight accent, holding up the bag in case you couldn't understand her. Your eyes light up at the simple question; you nod excitedly and grab her hand, dragging her to a nice spot outside to eat with her. She sets up the blanket on the ground and starts laying out the food; the two of you sit quietly before you break the silence and show her what you learned.

"Um, eyes pretty." You tell her while pointing to her blue eyes, hoping she understood the butchered Japanese enough; a light blush crosses her cheeks, and she thanks you in Japanese; you hold a hand to your face, willing your heart to slow down. She comes a bit closer, grabs one of your braids, and rubs her fingers along the beads in some of them; you turn to face her and let her touch more of your hair, enjoying her interest in you. She lets go of your hair and moves to grab your hands instead; you watch as she compares your hands to each other, looking at the differences in your skin tones. Your face felt on fire with how much she looked all over you, but it also made you happy with her interest in you.

"Beautiful, " she said in the clearest of English while looking deeply into your eyes. You giggle quietly and smile while rubbing your fingers at her lighter hands. It suddenly occurs to you that you do not know her name and decide to introduce yourself, and she shares her name as well. You spend the rest of lunch with Kohaku, sharing interests and helping each other with the other's pronunciations. You end your lunch with a hug and a promise to have dinner later at night. Kohaku heads off in a different direction, her heart complete, and you race back to the lab to tell Xeno about the latest developments in your new relationship.

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Kohaku finds her way back onto the ship to tell Ukyo about her lunch date; she sees Gen and Ukyo talking. She considers returning later, but Gen already spots her and invites her over.

"So how did it go," Ukyo asks with lithe teasing. Gen tilts his head, confused about what he meant. Kohaku smiles great before answering him.

"We're having dinner later tonight!" Ukyo smiles and pats her on the shoulder while Gen starts exploding with questions about what she is talking about and who she is having dinner with; she gladly tells them about the date she had with the pretty American girl with braids.

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"I'M HAVING DINNER WITH HER!"

"Can you knock?"

#x reader #dr. stone #dr stone x you #dr stone x reader #dr. stone x reader #dr stone kohaku #kohaku x reader #poc reader

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otterdrawz · 5 months ago

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STEX: Enterprise Electrics

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Starlight express oc’s

“Introducing the enterprise electrics! The new and improved next generation of electric engine; the new future!”

The Enterprise Electrics are a group of fan made characters based on the musical, Starlight Express. “Enterprise,” the futuristic electric engine, is inspired by the star trek star ship, Enterprise, embodying the futuristic theme and strive for new inventions and discovery. Their components have unique stories as to how they joined the electrics, including being reassigned to Enterprise from different electrics engines, being re-purposed as a component, or being invited to join

See Full Notion for all OC’s and oc information! As well as Creator Credits.

Full Page: https://satisfying-comb-da9.notion.site/Enterprise-Electrics-19b5ade41a9b80a68923d40214118e82?pvs=4

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“Introducing, our newest engine, ENTERPRISE! Sporting the latest and most advanced technology, setting them apart from the outdated electrics of our time. They will lead the next line of trains into the new future!”

Name: Enterprise Gender: Genderfluid Pronouns: They/She/He Role: Electric Engine

Backstory: Enterprise was made to be the next generation of electrical engines, sporting advanced hardware and mechanics that forced electrical advancements into competition. They immediately went into service as a high speed passenger train, but also as racing engine after discovering the racing scene. Much of their work is mostly racing to promote/advertise their advanced build. In their early life as an engine, they were often the target of other electrics wrath. Many didn’t like the fact they were considered the next generation, and saw them as a threat as new electrics would replace the old, so they were often picked on and harassed. Their repair truck, Pulse, was always there for them whenever they got into unwanted tussles, and helped fix them up after a majorly targeted crash during one of their first races. When things got out of hand, they were assigned a security truck so that they had extra protection whilst they were getting used to their shiny new life. The rest of the components were either recruited or reassigned to Enterprise in various ways.

Personality: Enterprise is an outgoing individual with a lot of self confidence, rarely to a self absorbent level but on occasion can be that way. They’re fairly approachable if not intimidating others with their masked appearance, which they often wear nearly all the time when outside the shed or with their components. They have a lot of fun with playful and antagonistic banter and teasing, antagonizing their enemies but being more playful to those they are close or friendly with. They often like to flaunt their new gen. Technology and advancements -> FULL BIO <-

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"Vidalia online! Ready for Showtime!”

Name: Vidalia

Gender: Female

Pronouns: They/She

Role: Entertainment Truck

Backstory

Vidalia grew and performed in a circus as their clown/jester making people laugh and doing tricks that could be deemed dangerous. When Enterprise came to the circus they took a liking to them and decided to ask Vidalia if they'd like to go back with them and the others which they happily agreed too, bringing Stripes along with them since they've been together always.

Personality

• Vidalia is happy go lucky closely compared to an excited puppy who loves to make people laugh

• They can be a bit forgetful when it comes to somethings often looking to the others when they get a bit confused

• They're also very artsy usually drawing little doodles of the others or things they notice when out and about

• With their years in the circus they are use showing off their goofy self becoming confident in who they are, though that also leads to them not really knowing how to settle down in slow moments

Quirks

• They tend to forget they're in the sun sometimes with how distracted they are causing them to overheat in those times

• When they were in the circus doing dangerous tricks they sometimes went wrong causing Vidalia to get hurt and needing to get fixed

• They have doodled on their arms sometimes, usually galaxy or nature themed things, when they get bored

• When it's time to have calm moments it gets hard for them since they've always known to be excitable and bouncy, they're not really use to calming down outside of sleeping

• Has a fascination with fennec foxes after seeing a video of them once

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“Zero online. Protocol: Cryogenics standing by.”

Name: Zero

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/Them

Role: Freezer truck

Backstory:Zero is a prototype cryogenic freezer truck that uses liquid nitrogen for cooling. Originally, Zero was shipped off to another engine by their creators, but that engine deeply mistreated Zero. This eventually resulted in an incident where excess strain and unsafe conditions caused Zero’s nitrogen tank to explode. After this incident, Zero was taken back by their creators, who did extensive research before shipping Zero out to Enterprise, who they’ve been with ever since.

Personality: Very robotic. Comes off as very cold (heh), aloof, and stoic. Serious case of Resting Bitch Face. Very straightforward. Fiercely protective and eager to please, has a calm demeanor towards the rest of the components, really only soft towards any of them. Doesn’t show emotion outwardly and hard to read.

Quirks: Will let the other components and Enterprise do literally anything to them. Not a big fan of others touching them (touch them and you’ll probably get a cold burn), but gladly lets the other electrics pile all over them. Has a series of vents in their cheeks, torso, and back that sometimes release fog, cold or hot air, or nitrogen gas. Unusually computery even by component standards and speaks and acts in extremely robotic mannerisms. Makes their own ice cream. Assists Exodus with perimeter checks, and also has the added job of emergency cooling if Enterprise or a component overheats. Capable of standing completely still as if frozen, which the others usually take as an opportunity to try to stack objects on them.

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"Bellatrix online. Monetary goods secure!"

Name: Bellatrix

Gender: Genderqueer (AFAB)

Pronouns: She/They

Role: Bank Safe Car

Backstory:

Bellatrix was originally an old west car partnered to a Steam Train named Quick Draw. After a terrible accident takes place on the tracks, Quick Draw is deemed unrepairable, dying mere hours later with Bellatrix at his side. The locomotives death completely destroys her. Unable to cope with the loss, she hides herself away, letting herself fall into disrepair as she loses the joy in life she once had.

It isn't until years later they're able to see passed the grief and push themself to at least try again. After years of being out of commission, she finds it hard to find a willing engine to couple with her for race, easily overshadowed by shiny new coaches and components, until one day an electric engine needs a quick change out before a race; spotting Bellatrix on the sidelines, they call her over, shocked over such an impressive engine wanting to race with her, Bellatrix finds herself rambling in nervous excitement as she accepts the offer. The race reignites the love and passion they'd always had for racing, and upon seeing this and finding out Bellatrix no longer has racing partner or a place to belong, Enterprise offers for them to become a component, which is easily accepted.

After this, she gets a remodel, keeping her originally purpose but with a shiny new look!

Personality: An excitable and boisterous car with a fierce loyalty to Enterprise and the other Electric components. She's quick to trust and to show love for others, almost unable to keep herself from trying to form bonds/connections wherever she goes. Full of untameable energy.

Quirks: Their excitable nature often leads them into rambling, one thought leading into the next until she has to pause in order to take a deep breath, which is often the only chance others get a word in before she's yapping some more, often needing a gentle reminder to quiet down or let others speak; though they don't do it to be rude.

She LOVES games, often calling any and every game her favourite, just depends on what they're currently playing.

Sometimes is afraid that they embaress the other electrics and tries to tone down their joy in public.

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Name: Voyager

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: they/them

Role: supercapacitor (long-distance power source)

Backstory: Voyager came from a rich family of oil trucks and had been set up from when they were a trainlet to transport oil and get rich doing it. However Voyager was always super academic too and realised slowly that the purpose that they were being raised for was literally terrible for the environment and really wasn't their passion like their parents.

Because of this, they ran away the day before their first day on the tracks. They undertook a risky and experimental procedure to change their purpose from oil freight to *Supercapacitor*, the solution to efficient electric cross-country locomotion. They became enamoured with the missions and ideals of Electricity being the future!!! So when they met Enterprise they basically fell in love with them and what they stood for and begged to join them as a component.

Personality: Voyager is super energetic after becoming a supercapacitor - they can keep Enterprise and up to 4 other components going off-line for up to 6 days!!! However after long journeys they tend to be so overtired they seem drunk, and need to either plug in for a good sleep or lie in the sun for 3 days so that their solar panels can recharge their capacitor plates. They are solar powered for day-to-day activities as well.

They are INCREDIBLY trusting (which is why they agreed to the risky transformation proceedure) but they're also smart, however the trusting tends to win over any common sense or knowledge they have over a situation. This train would fall for "hey it says gullible on the ceiling" an EMBARRASSING amount of times if they trusted the person saying it.

#starlight express #stex #starlight express fanart #starlight express oc #stex oc #stex components #original character #enterprise electrics

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areyoudreaminof · 1 year ago

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Just For Mama: A Mother's Day One Shot.

This one goes out to all the MILFS. Just some next gen fluff for your weekend!

Feysand: Nyx (11)

Nyx lined up the brushes on the table for the sixth time. He needed them to be perfect.

The remodeled art studio certainly was perfect. He and Papa planned it for months, and Nyx drew up the plans himself. The north wall was torn down, making way for a large bay window that would let in natural sunlight from dawn to dusk with a perfect view of the mountains. Little crystal ornaments were clipped onto the windowsill, throwing prisms of rainbow light all over the room that had been painted a warm cream color. Nyx had written to Cricket and Froggy to send them from the Day Court. His cousins had sent back an array of colored crystal charms, with one large lilac colored crystal bat. Nyx hung that one right in the middle of the room.

Mama didn’t exactly need a new studio, but Nyx had wanted to do something special for Mother’s Day. It was technically a Day Court celebration, but his cousins were shocked that they didn’t celebrate it in the Night Court. “You don’t do anything for Mother’s Day?” Cricket had said with wide eyes a few years back, “At all?” But Nyx had been so taken with the idea, he went right to Papa, who agreed. So, Nyx had been doing small things for his mother every year on that spring day. Mama loved every single card he made and kept all the wooden figurines he had carved for her on her desk.

But this year, Nyx wanted to do something bigger. Aunt Nesta had given him the idea last winter, pointing out that Mama’s regular studio faced the east, which didn’t get the best lighting from the afternoon onwards. It was why she painted in the mornings. He had drawn up his sketches that very night and brought them to Papa the next morning who had the builders in his office by the early afternoon.

Papa had simply told Mama there was a plumbing problem and that the studio needed to be rebuilt. Mama bought it, though Nyx suspected she knew something was up. Nyx had presented his plans to the builder, a large green skinned orc named Jondar. “Measurements are only an inch off. I take on apprentices at twelve,” the orc grunted with satisfaction, “You can study when you come back from that camp of yours.” Papa just sighed and Nyx beamed with pride.

Nyx came to the site every single day after lessons to work on the studio. He sanded and stained small beams of wood, he hammered nails and fetched tools. Nyx watched Jondar in his team in awe as they sawed and whittled away, explaining their technique as Nyx jotted down notes.

Now, the day had finally come to bring Mama to the new studio. He gave one last look around, before he launched himself out of the room, stretching his wings in such a way to give him more momentum as he came face to face with his father and blindfolded mother.

“Is that you Nyx?” she reached for him, stretching her fingers out. Nyx laced his own through them. “It’s me. Happy Mother’s Day.”

“Anyone want to explain what’s going on?” Mama inquired with a tilt of her head as she pulled Nyx to her. He was nearly as tall as she was now, the top of his head sitting just below her chin.

“Nyx has a surprise for you, darling,” Papa said, his violet eyes glinting with mischief, “Lead the way, son.”

Nyx nodded, slowly leading Mama across the hall and stopping at the door. “You can take your blindfold off now.” he said, as he wiped his sweaty hands on his pants and opened the door.

Mama removed the blindfold with her slender tattooed fingers. Her blue eyes crinkled in joy as she saw Nyx in front of her. He just hoped she didn't see him shaking as he took her by the hand again and led her into the studio.

Mama gasped behind him and Nyx sighed in relief. Sunlight poured through the windows and filtered through the hanging crystals in cracks of multicolored light. New canvases had been stretched and propped up on easels, while clean brushes and wooden palettes sat ready to be used.

Mama turned around, stunned at the new studio. “Did you do this for me?” Mama asked in wonder, her eyes round and her mouth agape.

“I drew the plans and Papa helped.” Nyx replied bashfully, leading Mama to the frame that held the sketches he had done in the dead of night. Mama touched the glass with tears in her eyes.

“I just called the builders,” Papa corrected, “Nyx was in here every day after his lessons doing something. He made this room all on his own.”

“The master builder said he could take me on as an apprentice next year,” Nyx blurted but Mama cut him off as she pulled him in for a bone crushing hug. He wrapped his arms around her then, closing his eyes as she rocked him ever so gently. At the camps, some of the other boys gave him hell over his mother; that she was High Lady, that she was human once, that Nyx loved her so much. One of the first drag out brawls he had gotten into was with a particularly snide boy back at Windhaven who insulted her. Nyx split the boy's lip and broke his nose.

“I love you, sweet boy.” Mama whispered in his ear, before kissing him on the forehead.

“Love you too, Mama. Happy Mother’s Day” Nyx murmured against her neck, squeezing her harder.

Mama pulled away as she cupped his face in her hands. “An architect’s apprentice at twelve? I think you might be the most accomplished heir the Night Court has seen.” Her blue eyes twinkled as she laughed.

“I can’t argue with that,” Papa sighed as Nyx felt his cheeks and neck go red. “You can build yourself a house up at Windhaven.”

“I might,” Nyx grumbled, “and my sofas won’t have dried barf on them.”

“And that my darling, is how you’re going to unite Illyria, ” Mama teased, “With your talent, wisdom and cleanliness.”

Papa drew them both into his arms, “If Nyx can pull this off on one of Helion’s made up holidays, I’d hate to see what he has up his sleeve for Solstice.”

“Just you wait,” Nyx smirked, “I might add a whole new wing to the house.”

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That night, Feyre watched the moon rise in the windows of her new studio, stars and galaxies blinked in the moonlight that washed across the peaks of the mountains. Feyre stroked the slabs of wood on the windowsill. Nyx created this, she thought with wonder and pride, he built this with his own hands.

He did, he had the idea months ago. Rhys said in her mind as his arms snaked around her waist from behind.

Feyre rested her head back on Rhys's chest, "We've done alright by him, I think."

Rhys hummed in agreement as he turned her to face him, "We really did."

Elucien: Cricket (9), Froggy (5)

It was times like this where Cricket wished she had gotten fire powers.

She could technically turn the stove on by herself, she was nine , but she always had to have someone help her in the kitchen, since the stove had to be lit with a match and she was too short to not have to stand on a chair. “Supervision.” Papa called it. That’s why he was here, over her shoulder, watching Cricket stir the porridge in the small pot.

“Perfect,” Papa murmured, “let’s add the cinnamon shall we?”

Cricket sprinkled the small shaker of cinnamon sugar over the porridge, taking care not to put too much. Even though Mama ate her porridge sweet, there were still strawberries and blueberries to add, and there was warm raisin bread that her little sister was buttering on the table.

The soft pink light of dawn and the sea breeze filtered into the kitchen. It was Mother’s Day in the Day Court, a celebration of motherhood. Grandfather swore they had always celebrated it, but Papa told Cricket that it only became a holiday when Grandmother came to live at court. Either way, Cricket and Froggy had brought Mama breakfast in bed for as long as they could remember. They’d spend the day at the beach, then have a big dinner with Grandfather and Grandmother on the balcony under the stars.

“I think the porridge is done.” Cricket announced. With a wave of his hand, Papa put out the flame on the stove. Mama was still asleep, unusual, since she liked to get up with the sun. But there was some sort of party last night, and they got home late, so Grandmother stayed with them, since she didn’t like late parties. Cricket vaguely remembered a kiss on the forehead when she was dead asleep.

“What time did you get home?” Cricket asked.

“Too late,” Papa replied, “Grandfather got into some sort of dance competition with some of the scholars, it was absolutely horrifying, but we couldn’t take our eyes off of it.”

“Did he win?” Cricket tried to picture Grandfather dancing inside a circle with the scholars.

“No, the astronomers beat him.” Cricket snorted and swallowed her belly laugh.

“Leave it to cool while we cut the berries,” Papa whispered, “Everything alright, Froggy.?”

“Yes.” Froggy answered softly as she set down the butter knife. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, pushing her golden hair back from her face. “I haven't filled the vase with water yet.”

“Let me do that,” Papa said as he kissed each of them. He took the crystal vase to the sink, filling it with water. Quickly, the girls gathered up the large bouquet of orange and apple blossoms they had picked yesterday. They had raced in the groves to see who could get the most flowers, scaling each tree like monkeys. Cricket had won, but just barely. A bowl of ripe oranges and apples sat on the table, another present for Mama.

Froggy put the absurdly large bouquet into the vase, while Cricket arranged the last bits of fruit into the large porridge bowl. Papa set down a small velvet box on the tray, the sisters giggled as they caught each other's eye. Papa lifted the tray and the girls held back their giggles as they entered Mama and Papa’s room.

Mama slept soundly, her curly hair braided across the silk pillowcase. Cricket opened the curtains, letting the now golden dawn light brighten the room. Froggy crawled gently on the bed, while Cricket flopped down face first.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” they squealed as Mama opened her eyes and arms. The girls scurried into her embrace, latching on and kissing her face all over. Mama just laughed and kissed them back. Papa set the tray down across Mama’s lap and stole his own kiss as Cricket and Froggy snuggled on each side of her. She touched the white and pink blooms with awe.

“Oh, how beautiful! Did you girls pick these yourselves?”

“Yep,” Cricket nodded, “we picked lots of fruit too.”

“We can make orange juice and apple pie!” Froggy added breathlessly.

“Maybe we can make some juice for our picnic at the beach today?” Mama added.

“I’ve already got the pitchers out,” Papa laughed as he stretched out next to Cricket, wrapping his arm around her back to touch Mama’s hair.

“And what’s this?”

Cricket and Froggy shot up with excitement as Mama opened up the small velvet box. The little golden chain inside had two delicate charms that wound together; a small honeysuckle and a wisteria blossom, the flowers associated with both of them. Cricket with her wild honeysuckle scent, and Froggy, a soft and delicate wisteria fragrance. They held their breath as tears filled Mama’s eyes.

“Are you gonna put it on?” Froggy whispered nervously. Cricket swallowed her own anxiety.

“I’m never going to take it off,” Mama promised as she took out the delicate chain reverently. “Let me,” Papa said, as he rose to latch the chain around her neck.

“Thank you,” Mama breathed, kissing them both and wrapping each arm around them. “I love you both so much.”

“Love you too, Mama.” Froggy whispered. “We love you the most.” Cricket added.

Cricket and Froggy sank into her embrace, breathing in the familiar scent of honey and jasmine, of the sea breeze that wafted through the wood and sandstone room, just as it always had. They smelled the familiar scent of Papa as he managed to embrace all three of them, of the sun on their faces, or warm mornings just like this, and cool nights at home.

“I think,” Mama announced, “it is a perfect day for swimming and a picnic.”

“It certainly is,” Papa agreed, “I wonder who can get ready first?”

Cricket and Froggy squealed and scrambled off the bed as they raced for their rooms. “No winnowing, Cricket!” Froggy shrieked as her sister laughed maniacally.

Elain finally rose from the sheets and crossed the room, meeting Lucien halfway. She closed her eyes, as she embraced him, savoring the laughs of her girls across the small house they had lived in for years. The laughs that had echoed across her visions as she fought her way across a frozen wasteland and lake. Visions of red and golden hair that gave her the strength she thought she didn’t have as she destroyed a sorcerer's box and made her way back to Lucien.

Her daughter’s had been her dream once, and now they were her reality. A messy and loving reality.

She rose up on her toes, kissing her mate. “We should have a Father’s Day, I think.”

“Don’t give my father any more excuses to blow smoke up his own ass,” Lucien laughed.

“No, we’ll just blow smoke up your ass.” she leaned in again-

“Will you two stop kissing for once?” Cricket hollered from across the hallway. “You have one more minute to get ready!” Froggy shrieked from somewhere in the house.

“Ready?” Lucien asked.

“For my family, always.”

Nessian: Oriana (4)

Oriana kicked her feet and flapped her wings along as she hummed. The picture looked very good, she thought. She colored in the lines she drew, a picture of her, Mama, Papa and her poofy kitten, Pudding. She made sure to put the House in there too, Mama said it was part of the family.

“Mrow?”

She turned to Pudding, his round face was cocked with confusion. Oriana sighed as she explained the picture again.

“It’s Mother’s Day so I made Mama a book. That’s you and me, and Mama and Papa. I didn’t have green for your eyes though.”

A green colored pencil appeared on the rug next to her. “Thank you, House!” she chirped to the House, who flickered a light in reply. Quickly, she filled in the eyes of her cat in the picture, finally satisfied with the result as Pudding pawed and rolled the rest of the pencils around the floor.

“Mama is going to love your book,” Papa said, as he lowered himself down on the carpet next to her.

“I know,” Oriana replied. She had been practicing her letters and she could write very well now. She wrote Mama a book about a Valkyrie helping a nice dragon and defeating an evil wizard. Aunt Gwyn helped thread ribbon to the pages. All that was left was to finish up the cover with a picture of her family.

“Are we gonna eat at Sevanda’’s still?” Oriana asked, putting her book on the table, next to that wrapped box of new training leathers for Mama. “Can we get fried squid rings?”

Papa made a gagging noise, “You can get fried squid rings, sweetheart. Mama is on her way back from the library, why don’t we get changed for the symphony?” He placed a kiss on her nose and Oriana kissed him right back on his before she ran back to her room, Pudding trailing behind her.

The House had opened her wardrobe and suddenly, it seemed to Oriana that she had a lot more dresses that she remembered.

She and Mama went to the symphony all the time after school and training. They watched the musicians rehearse during the day, but this was the first time Oriana got to see them perform with all the fancy grown ups. If Mama is going to wear her silver dress, Oriana thought, maybe she would wear silver too. But Mama loved it when she wore red, and she also wanted to wear her Valkyrie ribbon. Taking a deep breath, she dove into her wardrobe.

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“I’m ready!” Oriana chirped as she bounced into Papa’s view. She had decided on her favorite red dress, purple socks, and her sparkly sandals. She held the ribbon in her hand that she wanted to tie around her head. Her cousin Cricket always kept her red hair short, so Oriana cut hers to her chin the same way.

Papa scooped her up and twirled her, “You look beautiful, Ori. Why don’t we take the socks off, it’s not cold outside or inside the Symphony.” He set her down, unhooking Oriana’s shoes as she bounced on one foot.

“Okay,” Oriana chirped, “can I wear my ribbon?”

“Of course you can, would you like me to put it on?”

“Not too tight,” Oriana demanded as Papa tied the ribbon around her dark hair.

“Never, sweetheart.” Softly, Mama’s voice carried in from the hall with another voice, Aunt Gwyn and Papa gave her a grin. “Are you ready to go surprise Mama?”

“Let’s go!” Oriana squealed as she flapped her wings, hurling herself towards the hallway. She used her wings to propel her steps, as she threw open the door. She didn’t think, just flew right into Mama’s arms.

“Happy Mama’s Day!” Oriana exclaimed with a giggle, “Surprise! We’re going to the symphony!”

Mama just laughed as she bounced Oriana on her hip, “Surprise indeed!”

Aunt Gwyn placed a small stack of books on the little table by the door, “I won’t keep you any longer, Happy Mother’s Day.” she beamed brightly at Nesta before smacking a kiss on Oriana’s cheek.

“Aunt Gwyn, are you gonna have a baby?” Oriana asked.

“Oriana!” Mama chided, her face turning red as an apple.

Aunt Gwyn laughed, her pretty blue eyes sparkling, “Maybe one day.”

“Well, could you have one now so I have someone to play with? Nyx went to the camps and Cricket and Froggy are at the Day Court. So, I want a baby cousin to play with.’ Oriana clasped her hands together tight and bounced on her feet. “Please.”

“Don’t you have friends at school and your art class?” Aunt Gwyn giggled.

“Yes, I got lots of friends but I want another cousin.” Oriana thought for a moment. “A girl or a boy. Just a cousin who's fun.”

“Well, when Uncle Az and I have a baby you’ll be the first cousin to know.”

“You’re having a baby?” Papa asked as he walked into the room.

“Yeah, Aunt Gwyn’s gonna have a baby so I can have another cousin,” Oriana announced, “But not right now.”

Mama and Aunt Gwyn just started laughing.

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Oriana got her fried squid rings at Sevanda’s and she got extra whipped cream on her strawberry cake. They ate on the balcony and watched and waved at people walking down the street. At the symphony, an old High Fae female told Oriana she looked like a princess, “She’s my princess,” Papa had said proudly. Oriana watched the symphony reverently on Mama’s lap, bouncing along to the drums and tubas and she had only gotten tired during the flight up to the House.

Now, in the dim light of her bedroom, Oriana scrambled up onto her bed, book in hand. “This is for you.” she puffed as she snuggled next to Mama. “It’s a book! Aunt Gwyn helped me tie it, but I wrote it all by myself.” “That’s me and you and Papa.” Oriana pointed at the figures in the drawing on the cover. “I put silver for my eyes and your eyes, cause we have silver eyes. And I used black and red for my wings!” Oriana pointed to the blob shape, “There’s Pudding,” she said, affirming her cat’s presence, “and here’s The House.”

Nesta set the picture down reverently on the bedside table. Grabbing Oriana into a hug, she inhaled the sweet scent of mountain juniper. “I love it so much.” Nesta said softly, kissing Oriana’s face all over. “I’m going to show everyone in the library.”

Oriana rubbed her eyes, the lights from her flower and star lights began to fuzz in vision as Mama’s song and arms cradled her to sleep.

“Night, night, Mama.” she mumbled as she stepped into her dreams.

Nesta listened to the soft rhythm of her daughter’s breath as she held her, a ritual she completed every single night since Oriana was born.

The very idea of motherhood had terrified her, her own mother took residence in the back of her mind, whispering doubt into her ear. The first time Nesta had felt her child move, a sheer sense of terror washed over her; would she be another incarnation of her mother? Would she place all expectations of grandeur on the chest of her child with no thought for breath?

But, the moment Madja had placed Oriana on her chest, her mother was banished from her mind. Instead, a door opened in her heart, revealing a vast and wondrous sky of love for her daughter. Her name, Oriana, an old Illyrian name, sounded like a song, and it was one that Nesta sang every day. She and Cassian had made this beautiful little girl; with Nesta’s blue gray eyes and dark hair that matched Cassian’s, but still had that baby fine texture that made it impossible to stay tidy for long.

Yet, she was completely her own person, a curious and creative child who loved music and stories. Nesta delighted in every moment, even if she did want to take refuge in the deepest pit of the library some days.

The House had dimmed the lights softly, as Nesta stroked Oriana’s face, studying her Illyrian brow and Archeron nose, of the rosebud lips and cheeks that dimpled when she smiled, which thank the Mother, was every single day. Soft wings that curled at the top in a way that Cassian’s didn’t. Did his mother have wings like this, Nesta had often wondered, was this something Oriana carried of a grandmother that would have surely loved her?

The door creaked as Cassian almost silently crept inside. “I missed storytime, didn’t I?” He lowered himself softly on the other side of the bed, wrapping their little girl and Nesta into his own arms.

Nesta closed her eyes as she drifted off, at peace in the tangled arms of her family.

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