Im sorry but im feeling extra soft and feelsy today so Gen teaching Tsukasa how to slow dance?
I'm. Physically ill over this
It's such a small thing, really.
The moment is a blip in time, and yet it meant everything in the moment.
Gen was humming to himself a song from the old world that he missed while taking a brisk evening walk.
The moon was high, the sky was clear, and the world was at total peace.
He does a little spin, losing himself in the moment, and not even considering that anyone was watching.
But just as he finishes his twirl, he catches Tsukasa from the corner of his eye.
The two men greet each other politely
And though there is no real reason to remain together
They do so anyway.
Tsukasa asks Gen what song he was singing
Gen just shrugs and doesn't give a real answer, as is typical
"It sounded nice coming from you," Tsukasa said
Gen's face flushes
And dares to ask if Tsukasa knows how to dance
He admits that he doesn't
Reminding Gen that he'd never gotten the chance to do such things
It's a risk, but Gen offers to teach him
"Just for fun," Gen says. "I won't tell a single soul if you don't want me to."
Tsukasa considers it, then hesitantly agrees.
He wasn't sure he could be gentle
Even with Gen, the man he cared for
But he lets Gen take his hands, and pull him in
One hand rests in Gen's, one on his waist
Gen's touch on his shoulder is featherlight, yet heavier than anything Tsukasa had ever felt
Tsukasa thinks his heart might explode when Gen smiles up at him
It's a real smile
A rare sight from the mentalist
"I'll lead, my dear Tsukasa," Gen says
He's awkward and stiff compared to Gen's more fluid and easy movements
But he manages not to step on his feet
Or trip
Or otherwise embarrass himself
Gen hums his song, giving them a soft soundtrack as they dance together
At some point, Tsukasa gets more confident, and takes the lead himself
Gen praises him, but his words don't feel flowery or fake, like they usually do
Not when his voice is so soft
His eyes filled with such warmth
Tsukasa twirls Gen, pulling him in and dipping him low like he'd seen in movies
Gen's face is bright red
"My, my. Already an expert, I see~" Gen coos
Tsukasa chuckles, pulling him back up.
"I have an excellent teacher."
Neither of them moves, both letting the moment really sink in
Then they part, hands hesitant to let go of the other.
"Shall I walk you back to camp?" Tsukasa asks
"I'd be honored, dearest."
Tsukasa curses himself for not kissing Gen before leaving him
I am so stressed out because imagine if there is a meteorite planning to destroy our earth in 378 days and for some reason I get voted to go to the North Sentinel Island and communicate with them to warn them but they have no concept of our language, how would I tell them?
I guess I could demonstrate numbers with material, and days with drawings of the sun, but how would I tell them that we might destroy the meteorite in many tiny pieces or maybe not? How do I communicate the concept of maybe?
What a question my guy
Are you...okay?
Communicating any kind of concept with a tribe of people that have no concept of language in the same way we do would be extremely difficult.
Maybe just means that it's not quite yes but not quite no. So I suppose you could use pictures to do that. Yes is one side, No is the other, and Maybe is the middle.
I genuinely don't know this was a thought experiment I was not prepared to have today :')
@crescentmoonfallen I struggled a bit bit I hope you like it
x gn!reader
General:
Sudden and unexpected touch can make him flinch
He's had a bad childhood and spent a majority of his life fighting people for money, so his relationship with it is a little iffy.
That's not to say he doesn't like it, he just has to be warned first
Loves hugs from his sister and other gentle-handed people
Tries really hard post stone war to reorient his thoughts and be more accepting of casual touch
With His Partner:
It takes time for him to warm up to touching and being touched by you
But once he's fully comfortable, it's fairly constant.
He's a lot like Senku, where he'll find little reasons to touch you at all times of day.
He'll hold your hand, brush his fingers over your arms, tug on the back of your shirt so that you don't go too far, and find reasons to lean his weight on you (just a little, he's genuinely worried he'll hurt you).
Sleeps with his whole body wrapped around you like a giant cocoon, and will pout if you scoot away because you're too hot.
An absolute cuddle fiend
Would rather die again than move even the tiniest bit when you lay on top of him.
Loves when you hold his face
His body will follow your hands on instinct when you pull away, aching to get more of your touch
hey red! i had an idea for a fanfic…stanxeno taking in a teen reader where with the stone age rolling around and their parents being god knows where, they start to sort of treat them like their own? domestic wholesome found family type of vibe. i would love if you incorporated the reader being a bit of a science nerd as well so that kinda kicks off stan and xeno letting them stick around? sorta like a “if you have something to offer, you can join us” type of thing. then it could transform overtime into them feeling fatherly over them. random thought as well lol, but i feel like they would be such protective parents, especially stanley. i hope you’re doing well! thanks!
Stanley and Xeno are certified girl dads
I had to cut this short but I have so much more to say about this LET THEM BE FATHERS
If anyone asks, Stanley Snyder does not like children. He doesn’t hate them, per se, but he has absolutely no interest in them whatsoever. He doesn’t want kids, he doesn’t need kids, he’s perfectly fine with his life as it is.
You’re an exception, not the rule.
When you woke up, entirely on your own like some kind of marvel, and wandered into the colony, no one knew what to do. Xeno picked at your brain for hours once you were clothed, fed, and settled, and Stanley just sort of hovered nearby.
He didn’t try to be your friend, or anything like that. He just sort of existed in your space, and you drew him to you like a star does a planet. And where Stanley orbits, Xeno soon follows.
Xeno does like children. Not enough to ever consider having his own, but he always thought them to be elegant little things. The perfect way for humanity to pass on its knowledge for the future.
He takes on a sort of mentorship role for you. You had an interest in science, and proved yourself to be viciously smart. The two of you even had an extended conversation about the aesthetics of the periodic table.
You thought it was the ugliest thing you’d ever seen, while he thought it perfectly elegant. The discussion ends in an impasse. An agreement to disagree.
But mentorship was all he’d intended. Nothing more. He’d wanted to keep a healthy distance between the two of you, to keep you at an arm’s length. It wasn’t that he disliked you, he just wasn’t made to be anything close to a father, or anything similar. That was a role fit for someone like Byakuya Ishigami, not Xeno Wingfield. And yet, the universe does act in the most interesting of ways.
The change starts for Stanley when you’re caught crying in the middle of the night.
You were by yourself, sitting by the water, all curled into a tight little ball. You hadn’t even heard him approaching you, your sniffles and soft weeping acting almost like a summoning for him.
He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to say. He just sits next to you, lifts his arm, and lets you collapse into his side. You babble apologies for the tears and snot, but he just shrugs it off. A few tiny stains on an all-black outfit meant nothing to him.
You end up crying yourself to sleep.
When you wake up that next morning, you’re in bed. You don’t remember how you got there, but Stanley must have carried you up and taken care of you.
In fact, after that night, Stanley keeps taking care of you.
He gets protective, hovering around you almost as much as he hovers around Xeno. He picks at what you’re wearing with a curled nose if it’s too revealing, scolds you for not eating or drinking anything after long periods of time, and is always there to listen when you need him to be. He also sits, patient and quiet, and lets you do his makeup.
It was a thing that was just for fun, at first. You’d been bored, and he’d been available to bother. You and Xeno had been making cosmetics just for the hell of it, and you’d asked Stanley to sit and be your model. He’d huffed and made a big deal about it, but he’d sat down and let you have your way. Since then, it’s become normal.
Xeno’s change in perspective came on a quiet afternoon.
He had you working on something non-essential. Mixing some chemicals and testing reactions; it was information he’d need later for other things, but it was mostly to keep you busy. As the two of you worked in pleasant silence, you let out a long sigh, prompting him to ask if you were alright.
“Yeah,” You mumbled. “It’s just…it’s nothing.” He frowned, pausing in what he was doing to give you his full attention.
“Tell me. It’s my duty as your mentor to help you where I can,” He says. The frown on your face deepens, your eyes flitting to look at him before refocusing on the chemicals in front of you.
“I just…this is gonna sound so silly but…I’m having a lot of fun, and that kind of made me sad,” You say, voice getting softer with each word.
“Why would something like that make you upset?” He asks.
“Because this is the kind of stuff I used to do by myself. And now I have both a mentor and someone who wants to actually do science with me. It made me wonder if this is what it felt like to have a dad.”
The room falls into silence as he processes your words. He’d never considered your family situation before. You’d adapted to the stone world so quickly, he’d nearly forgotten you were so young. Just a teenager. A child.
A child whose parents were nowhere to be found. He wasn’t even sure you had any, given what you’d just said.
“Have you been thinking of me as a father?” He asks, hesitant. He’s not sure what answer he wants to hear, but he has a strange sense of anxiety that vibrates through him when you think a little too long about your reply.
“Kind of,” You mumble. “If…that’s okay.”
The warmth that spreads through him is something unexplainable. It was like he’d just been given the best gift in the world. What an odd feeling, he thinks, for a man who’d never wanted children of his own.
“Of course,” He says. “I’m honored.”
Your expression brightens, a big grin spreading over your face at his words. The rest of the afternoon is spent making idle chatter while you two continue to work. When he returns to his and Stanley’s living quarters that evening, the two of them have the most important discussion they ever had and ever will have.
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Maybe like what you think theyre first kiss would be
Screaming over this right now
There are two ways I can see this going happily:
They're just sitting and talking
Manny is working on something in one of his notebooks
And Tsukasa just leans over to look
They both happen to turn their heads at the same time to say something to each other
And their lips touch
It's just a graze, but it has both of them scrambling away
Faces redder than the brightest tomatoes
"I am so sorry-"
"No no I'M sorry-"
They're both flustered and anxious because holy shit
That really just happened
Neither knows what to do in this situation
Do they part ways?
Talk about it?
Avoid the topic for the rest of their natural born lives and just pretend it never happened?
No, this has been building for a while now
Both of them know it
If they leave things as they are, they may not get another chance to admit their feelings for one another
Tsukasa clears his throat
Manny shuffles anxiously
They share a look, both understanding that what is about to happen is going to change their lives forever
Tsukasa reaches forward, the braver of the two
He takes Manny's face in his hands, and leans in
The kiss is nervous, and a bit awkward
But the longer they're pressed together, the more natural it feels
Like they were meant to be connected like this
Arms wrap around each other, bodies are pulled tighter against the other
Then someone calls their names, and they force themselves apart
They stare at each other for a long time, still a bit bewildered
They're called for a second time
"We should...talk about this later."
"Uh-huh yeah okay."
Manny's knees buckle, nearly fainting from the shock of it all once it really settles in
But Tsukasa catches him, and carries him back to the village
It happens in a moment of pure adrenaline
After something happens that has the whole kingdom of science in a moment of chaos
They see each other from a distance, and both just starts running
They don't care where they are, or who can see them
They're just glad the other is okay
Once in reach, they grab at each other
Hands in hair and fingers dug into clothes
And they just crash their lips together
They kiss until they can't breathe
Only separating when they both are desperate for air
Someone whistles
Senku groans that he owes Gen money
They don't get time to discuss what just happened, not for a few days
Tsukasa keeps a distance, still reeling from what he's done
Manny panics about it
Eventually, they're shoved together in a room totally not by design (Senku says, lying)
And are forced to confront their actions and feelings
The kiss that comes after is more intentional, if not a bit hesitant
Touya Todoroki has a breeding kink and literally no one can change my mind thank you goodbye
....gen getting into makeup after treasure island maybe?^^
Bold of you to assume he wasn't into makeup before petrification.
That man knows how to do the best winged eyeliner, and exactly which color eyeshadow to use to make his eyes pop. He used to wear red and soft pink lipsticks, and has considered more than once trying to make cosmetics from scratch in the stone world so that he can continue to enjoy something from the old world in a new way.
I know this is cliche (i love cliche plots and details!!!) but what if xeno and stanley had partner who gets into an accident that leads them to have amnesia? Having no memory of themselve or who anyone is or where they even are like... everything is just weird, new and feels unfamiliar! Would you write stan and xeno trying to make their partner remember them again, to help them return their memories? (Write only if you have time and energy, this can wait as long as senku can count 💝)
I'm dying this is so sad and so sweet
It's bad enough that you were severely injured in a car accident. But add on the fact that you could barely remember your own name when you awoke in the emergency room, and you have two equally devastated men trying to figure out if they should mourn you or not.
After all, you didn't remember them.
There wasn't a single hint of recognition in your eyes when you saw them. You didn't know their names, nor that you'd been a part of a polyamorous relationship with them both.
But they have proof. Documents, pictures, videos, you name it. They bring you whatever you need to feel safe and comfortable with them around.
When you go home, the only place you can go is the home you shared with them. It's terrifying for you. You have no idea what's happening, or what to expect.
But Xeno and Stanley are gentle with you.
They tell you that the three of you used to sleep together in one bed, but they've set up the spare room so that you don't feel uncomfortable. They fill the kitchen with all the foods you all enjoyed together, and they take you to all the places you used to go.
The park, museums, even to Xeno's lab once or twice.
Stanley takes you to every physical therapy appointment, Xeno takes you to every neurologist. They both accompany you to general doctor visits, always waiting for you in the waiting room so no one thought you were being bullied into giving certain answers.
It's hard on them. It's hard on all of you. Everything feels so normal, yet none of it is familiar to you. You spend nights sobbing in your bed, begging your brain to just magically heal so that you could finally feel whole again. Sometimes it gets so overwhelming, you yell and shout at them only to collapse in a puddle of tears while one or both of them hold you.
But they don't give up on you. They don't throw their hands in the air and walk away. No, they love you. They swear it to you every day, even if you don't remember the past.
One night, you do something brave. You creep to the door to what used to be your shared room with them, and timidly ask if you can sleep with them. You tell them it might help to do something that was a more mundane kind of normal, and ask if they'll help you through what used to be your nightly routine.
It doesn't help the way you'd like. There is no flash of memory as the three of you shower together. No quick recognition when you allow them both to kiss you goodnight.
But for the first time, you feel properly normal. Curled between the two of them, with Stanley on your left closest to the door, and Xeno on your right, by the cracked window, you felt a little more complete.
The first chapter of my Senku x OC fic To the Moon and Back is almost done. Have a treat
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It's not the first thing he does. It's not even the second or third. No, Senku has to wait until he's at least vaguely able to survive on his own first and foremost. No point in doing extra work if he couldn’t feed himself.
He considers for a long time how best to make it work with his limited skills and usable materials. He wasn’t especially strong, nor did he have the time to spend hours upon hours on something like this. In the end, he decides on carving tablets out of leftover wood that would otherwise be used as tinder for a fire, which he knows he’ll have plenty of as soon as the oaf finally wakes the hell up. The biggest problem would be preservation and weight, but he’d deal with that later.
It was nothing new to him to stay awake well into the night working on something, but this task was particularly gruelling. After all, what did you say to someone after taking a 3,700 year long nap?
The family lore that just got dropped for me is insane I have to add this to my list of mildly traumatic experiences to write fanfiction about later
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