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spencersweetie · 4 years ago

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Coincidence (Spencer x GN!Reader Onseshot)

Category: Fluff

Summary: Spencer and Reader accidentally have a museum date when they run into each other.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none <3

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“Y/N!” A familiar voice called your name. You turned around and faced a familiar man whom you’d met through your friend Penelope. Spencer stood smiling at you with his hands in his pockets. He energetically waved at you.

You grinned back at him. “Hey Spencer! What a crazy coincidence, us both being here at the same time.” You had spontaneously decided to visit the National Gallery of Art since you had a free day to yourself over the weekend.

“Totally!” He responded. “I’m supposed to have the whole weekend off so I thought I’d revisit the gallery. How are you?”

“I’m alright! You’re revisiting? How many times have you been here? This is my first time seeing the gallery.” You had been to other art museums in Maryland but never the National Gallery of Art since you had recently moved to D.C. a year ago.

Spencer chuckled lightly. “This would be my ninth time coming here. I saw the gallery for the first time when I was nine years old and couldn’t keep myself away from this place.

“Wow!” You exclaimed. “I don’t blame you, I’ve only seen the sculpture garden and the first few pieces in this wing so far and everything is gorgeous; I’m in love already.”

“You know what, I’ve got the building memorized!” Spencer eagerly informed you. “If you want, I could be your personal guide and show you the best parts of each exhibit and take you on the most efficient path through the museum! I mean, you don’t have to say yes, it’s up to you.”

“Spencer, that’d be awesome, I’ll totally tag along if you’re cool with that!” You beamed at him, trying to hide your excitement. You usually went on trips like these alone so it was nice to have someone who could enjoy the same thing as you by your side.

“Great, let’s go!” Spencer turned and gestured towards the next exhibit.

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As you and Spencer explored the museum together, you noticed how abnormally comfortable you felt around him. You two had never hung out without Penelope so this was a first for you both. Even without your mutual friend, you found that Spencer was both easy to listen to and easy to talk to. He of course knew a lot about the art in the gallery and thoroughly explained each piece to you but you appreciated that he never talked to you like you were dumb or lesser than him. He regularly asked if you were okay with his infodumps as well, which you completely didn’t mind. You could tell that he undoubtedly had a passion for the arts, and you liked that he was so enthusiastic to share that with you.

While you did certainly find Spencer’s interesting facts to be intriguing, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you looked at him from the side. He didn’t notice your looking as he faced the painting while he talked to you, completely occupied by the piece that was on the wall in front of him. You liked the way he spoke about the art that he showed you. Spencer was very animated, clearly demonstrating his excitement about whatever he was explaining in the movement of his hands. His face was quite expressive too. His eyebrows rose and fell as he talked and his eyes squinted and widened as he conversed with you. You hadn’t noticed how pretty Spencer’s eyes were until now, how his irises were brown but with little gold specks on the inside. You liked that when he wrinkled his nose in the middle of a sentence, his scrunch reached the top of his nose bridge between his eyes. His nose was a nice nose, you thought. It enhanced his side profile and turned slightly upwards when he smiled too. And his lips. Today you noticed that his lips were quite… pink. And full. And plump. You had to catch yourself when your eyes traveled down from Spencer’s eyes to his mouth when he spoke, then hope that he didn’t notice your distraction. You just liked that way he smiled, that’s all, you told yourself. He often kept his smile as he talked and continued to smile when you spoke to him too. You liked the way his lips puckered when his smile grew bigger as he finished his sentences. It seemed like an uncontrollable habit of his-

“Y/N?” Spencer interrupted your thoughts. He looked at you with his brows slightly raised.

“Hm, yeah?” Your mind snapped back to the present moment. “I’m sorry, could you say that again?”

“Are you okay? Am I boring you? We could stop here if you want!”

“No, Spencer- it’s fine!” You jumped to explain. “You’re good, I promise! I’m not bored, I just got lost in my thoughts for a second. Um, the only da Vinci painting in the U.S. right? Is this one here?”

“Exactly!” Spencer lit up and straightened his posture. “Da Vinci painted less than 20 oil paintings throughout his career; this one was bought for $5 million and arrived in D.C. in 1969!”

“Damn!” You exclaimed. “So that makes this portrait like, the Mona Lisa of the National Gallery, huh?”

“Absolutely!” Spencer agreed with you. “The gallery has other Da Vinci pieces displayed but none that are as rare and valuable as an oil painting of his. This one, Ginerva de’ Benci, is a portrait of a daughter of a banker, most likely commissioned when she was about 16 and just engaged. You know, the juniper bush is what’s in the background. Juniper represents chastity which was one of the most significant traits of a woman in the Renaissance era. It’s kind of a subtle little pun, including the juniper plant, because in Italian the plant is called ginepro.”

“Oh! Ginepro, Ginerva! That’s so cute, I love it!” You told him. “I like how there’s like no fancy jewelry or finery on her in this portrait too. It’s different from the Renaissance portraits of the other ladies that we saw.”

“Yeah, it’s a little bit of a surprise when it comes to a portrait like this that she isn’t completely dressed up! It doesn’t reveal her family’s wealth like portraits commonly do. I love that you noticed that.” Spencer’s lips turned at the corners in appreciation of your attention to detail. “Let’s move onto the next one!”

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You and Spencer moved on through the exhibit, then through the rest of the museum. You two enjoyed each other’s company for the day and were able to see all the art in three hours. As you exited, you found yourself laughing as you and Spencer recalled the events of the day. “I still can’t believe they kept trying to pay you for a private tour even after you insisted you weren’t a museum tour guide!” You laughed into your hand which was clapped over your mouth, trying not to draw attention to you and Spencer.

“Shut up!” Spencer jokingly rolled his eyes at you. “I hate that they were gathered around me too, attracting a crowd while trying to hand me money. I don’t even wear a uniform like the other employees!” Spencer cracked up along with you, shaking as he pictured himself standing next to you, explaining to a group of strangers that he was just visiting with a friend, not working for the gallery.

You shrieked with laughter, uncontrollably gasping for air as you tried to calm yourself. “Then when they said they would call the gallery and get you fired for denying customers!” Tears were coming out of your eyes from being unable to stop laughing. “And you just went ‘Okay!’ and walked off without me!” You missed a step and tripped, grabbing Spencer’s arm as you fell into him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You were half still dying from laughing and half freaking out from your mistake. “I didn’t mean to grab you, I know you’ve got a germ thing! I think I just got a little carried away and wasn’t careful enough to watch my step!” You frantically apologized to Spencer. “Are you okay?”

Spencer grinned at you and dusted you off on your shoulders. “Relax, Y/N. I know you’re not germy; I’m not gonna freak out if you touch me. And I’m fine, you’re the one who fell!” He reassured you. “Are you okay? Do you need a second? You’re pink in the face, I don’t know if from laughing or from tripping on the step.”

“I’m fine, I’m good! Thank you Spencer.” You replied, still hot around your face. “Let’s just get out of here before I start to laugh and embarrass myself again.” You chuckled. “Are you free for the rest of the day? We could get something to eat if you’re hungry!”

Spencer smiled at you. “Yeah, I’m free! Do you like Indian? There’s this new place that’s about 10 minutes from here-”

A loud ringing cut his sentence off. Spencer sighed and apologetically looked at you before whipping his cell phone out of his pocket. “Yeah?” He spoke into the phone.

He listened for a few seconds before speaking. “I’m in D.C. but I’ll be there as soon as possible. Thanks, Penelope.” Spencer hung up and shoved his phone back into his coat.

“Got a case?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I know we were supposed to-”

“Spence!” You stopped him. “You don’t have to apologize, we didn’t even plan on hanging out today!”

Spencer’s eyes softened; he expected you to express disappointment before anything else and was surprised that you were understanding instead. He smiled and nodded. “Okay, but we could still check out the new Indian place another time, yeah?”

You felt butterflies in your stomach emerging. “Of course. Thank you for today, Spencer. I had an amazing time.”

“Me too, Y/N. I’ll text you when we get back!”

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thesaurus-lover · 3 years ago

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Love Languages ~ dcst

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

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

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

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

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

what he knew

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

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

Like, for example, ah…

Oh, right!

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

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

She was a girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was kind of scary sight, honestly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good thing he wasn't!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just… trust him on this one.

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

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

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

“So, Byakuya-san?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can’t sleep?”

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

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

Extremely tempting offer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what he didn’t know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A beat.

“Deal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you believe she actually did that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unconsciously, Chrome smiled. Huh. Cool.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until they found out that Ukyo was better.

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

And, well, everybody lost their shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fair point.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not at all.

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

what she had

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So proud of that kid.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that lead Ruri to her sister.

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

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

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

And, really, that did lead her to Kinro.

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

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

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

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

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

Grandpa Kaseki was one of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, right. And that lead Ruri to Chrome.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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

what he didn't have

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One year, the gifts had completely stopped coming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ryusui stood suddenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ugh, who was he kidding?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And talk over curry they did.

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

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

So to fill that silence, Sai apologized.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I’ll try.”

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

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

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

“Wouldn’t change a thing!”

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

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

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

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babysizedfics · 4 years ago

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m glad ur feelin better!!!! do u have any spare hcs? im in a Mood and i love hcs sm 🐝

thank u bee anon!!! i am wracking my brains let's see

EDIT: this turned into a fairly long HC that focusses a on ro with adhd and autistic vee!

i can imagine the family all watching rilakkuma and kaoru on netflix (if you haven't already PLEASE watch it it's so soft and cute!)

because baby vee is very particular about what he watches, he is so jumpy and sensitive when little that his anxiety can be triggered by the smallest most insignificant details so logan and patton both carefully scour any possible triggers in cartoons and movies before putting them on for him

logan had learned that this particular show was pretty much all clear from triggers for virgil plus it was highly rated as being enjoyable for all age groups so he deemed it one of the few shows that they could probably all watch together

within the first few seconds, virgil was hooked - patton saw on his little face how his eyes blew wide with adoration at the cute bears on screen and he smiled past his paci and bounced on patton lap and reached toward the screen whispering 'cubble cubble' because the characters just looked so huggable

after a slight disappointment in finding out that he couldnt cuddle the bears, patton huddled vee close and the baby squeezed him tight and squeaked with excitement at the bears as the episode went on

roman was slack hawed and absolutely marvelling at the craftsmenship of the show - he actually fell right out of littlespace because he was so enthralled by the creativity behind the stop motion figures that he snapped 'out of character' as it were

he kept talking through the show, though not neary as much as he often did - only occasionally and always to ask logan how they did a certain thing with the models - logan dutifully explained what he knew about the animating process for stop lotion though admitted that he did not know much

they only watched two episodes as a family before vee got sleepy and logan insisted they should do something less screen-based, but that night roman binged the rest of the show in his room, amazed and adoring

and that started romans hyperfixation with stop motion animation and virgil's special interest with rilakkuma!

roman spends hours and hours and hours of the next couple of weeks studying the artform and collecting supplies to try his hand at it - albeit on a much smaller scale of course

and whenever vee draws pictures for the next couple of weeks they are always of the characters and he only cuddles his bear softies for a whole week before he picks up mento again

the caregivers of course indulge their littles' interests, amazed that both of them had clung so much to the show

they watched an episode every night, until they had gotten through all 13 of them - since roman had already watched them all in his adult headspace he had satiated his fascinstion in the artform and was able to enjoy them while little as well, he was very talkative and excitable and would infodump on all of the animation tricks he saw in the behind the scenes videos he watched on youtube

roman's hyperfixation only lasts about three weeks but he did create some cute characters with modelling clay and shot an amateur thirty second film with them that the other sides were very impressed by

but virgil's special interest is far more longlasting - baby vee doesnt stop drawing the characters for several weeks, there is no end in sight - he even gets so excited when he sees anything to do with the characters that he actually starts to breathe a bit too fast and shake and logan has to be careful to keep an eye on virgil's exposure to it as it can really overexcite him and strangely enough trigger his anxiety (projecting woohoo)

it carries over into his adult mindset too! he reads about the origins of the characters in sanrio and becomes equally fascinated and adoring of the other sanrio characters. he's pretty embarrassed about it at first and doesn't let anyone know about his new fascination, he keeps quiet about it and tries not to let the others see that his phone and laptop backgrounds are now of his favourite sanrio characters

but one day a couple months later roman casually brings up the show in conversation at dinner and virgil starts joining in the conversation, his toes are scrunching and unscrunching in his socks and he is rocking slightly from side to side on his chair as he blurts as much information as his tongue can manage about the characters and his favourite things about them and how the show handled the characterisation and what ither characters there are in the sanrio universe and what he thought of them and he doesn't even realise until he is talking through a thoroughly dry mouth and flapping his hand by his hip that he's been talking non stop for who knows how long

and suddenly he shuts up and feels his cheeks burn, noticing now how everyone around the table is looking at him, he grits his teeth, cursing himself for being so cringey and talking so much and why is he so selfish why didnt he let anyone else talk he shouldnt take up so much space

he mumbles sorry and keeps his eyes down from their stares but the others immediately reassure him, they weren't at all upset that he spoke so much, they were maybe a little surprised but really really happy that virge liked the subject so much and wanted to share it with them

he is still humiliated, he says okay thank you but deep down he still doesnt believe that its okay he still thinks its embarrassing and hes such a dork

but over the next few weeks the others invite him to talk about it more, roman sends virgil sanrio memes he finds on tumblr, logan plays the soundtrack to the show when he is trying to calm virgil down, patton buys him a little korilakkuma plush thats the perfect size to fit in his hand and it's even got the little beans in it and everything! it becomes his go to stim toy when he needs to calm down

and YEAH lots of feelings but to summarise: rilakkuma and kaoru is so so cute pls watch it, good for bby vee because soft, good for roman because art, roman has adhd and hyperfixates on the artform for a couple weeks before moving onto another hyperfixation, virgils special interest becomes longterm and though he is reluctant to infodump at first his family assure him its ok and they show him support through little acts and gradually he becomes more confident in it!

#i prob made a bunch of spelling errors but i cant be bothered to check ahshshs #little/big concepts #agere virgil #little virgil #agedre roman #little roman #cg patton #cg logan #anxiety tw #asks #🐝 anon #long post

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viemarin · 1 year ago

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Totally not surprised about capturing bug type Pokémon- I'm the same with ghost type because l'm obsessed with dark themes and death (lol).

super happy to see i’m not alone in this!! lol ghost types actually happen to be my second favorite types! i really chandelure and duskoir! (the last one is DEFINITELY because of pmd explorers, i’ve played this game so many times lmao)

do you have any favorites yourself? :D

I would like to say that I'm so happy I asked about social behaviours because that was super fascinating and I'm so glad you shared that with me literally highlight of my day. I didn't know insects social behaviours were so thoroughly categorised?

glad you enjoyed it 😊

sociality in animals is my second favorite thing to talk about after mimicry, just because of how complex it is.

by the way - those 5 categories i’ve described can be used to apply to the animalia kingdom as a whole! every animal that we know of are classified into these: for example, the jaguar is a solitary animal, but the grey wolf is eusocial - they live together, they divise labor between reproductive and non-reproductive individuals, they each care for the pups, and there are overlapping generations.

your questions were always super pertinent and let me infodump abt the important stuff!! ^^

We have lots of millipedes I used the think they were so cute and I loved following them around or poking them until they curled up (and started to smell really acrid lol). I didn't know they were born without legs!

smell is generally a pretty good way to protect yourself in nature! no one wants to risk dying for a meal xD

speaking of millipedes and legs -

i’ve said that no millipedes has had exactly 1000 legs, and that species generally tend to have anywhere between 80-400 legs. BUT!! we did find some millipedes with more pairs than this ^^

very long boy… the eumillipes persephone, discovered in 2020, is a species of millipedes whose individuals all have 1306 pairs of legs‼️‼️ that’s more than ANY animal on this planet!

and interestingly, he was found in western australia :)

Thank you so much for sharing your knowledge. I honestly don't have any questions, but if you ever having anything you want to share I'd be super happy to learn more!!

and thank you so much for being so attentive to what i had to say, it genuinely made my week <3

i do have some fun facts abt a couple more species!! :D

the weevil first because i love those silly beetles

while they’re obviously very similar to beetles, the main difference is that weevils have a snout - this snout can be more or less long depending on the species :0

there are A LOT of species of weevils, so their classification is very fluctuating (that’s the case for some other insects too, like the moth)!

as of rn, we have two classification tho: 'primitive weevils' and 'true weevils'

some weevils glow in the dark! (like fireflies)

btw i’ve seen ppl say weevils are gross and honestly i can’t believe it. have you seen their snouts?? :DD

dragonflies!!!! hell yeah!!!!!!

they’re older than dinosaurs! they were also as big as crows back then

they don’t have teeths, but they can bite :0

dragonflies are the fastest fliers, but did you know that their wings actually beat 10 times slower then bees??

^ they can fly just like an helicopter xD by that i mean that they can fly backwards or hover in place, for example

they’re better hunters than sharks and lions!

also wait!!! speaking of sharks!!!!!

do you like sharks?

because i love sharks. i have a shark hoodie. the highlight of my vacations in italy was going to an ikea to buy a blahåj. my big sib sent me videos of sharks while i was at a theme park and this was what made me the happiest. idk if i would call it a special interest too because i dont think abt sharks as often but!!!!! i love them too!!!!!!!!! there’s a species of shark that can survive for some time out of the water!!!!!!!!!!! its so cool

Sometimes I feel sad that my special interest is learning as a broad because I used love school so much but obviously the school system and being autistic and shit kinda ruined my experience and now I really struggle to engage in my own special interest.

But then I remember I’m the perfect friend to other autistics. Like please. Tell me everything about your niche interest. I will ask questions. Lots. I will get as obsessed with you. I will remember for next time.

#୨୧ : webbed wanderings #୨୧ : insects #hugging da blahåj as we speak (write?)#his name is colibri #my big sib named him #:)

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hii oomf! i liked the recent art u made of science gang in some miku moduels.. im wondering- what r ur favorite pv’s or general vocaloid relayed media that uve watched lately? :]

ANON thank you for asking this. literally last time anyone asked me this i went on an hour long rant about miku models and rating them all (yes. them all. i cant believe sonya stuck around for the entire infodump)

recently ive really fallen in love with TENKAGU by yuuyu-p? for some reason? it’s an older one for sure but i just greatly appreciate it, and i feel like Rin was MADE for that type of music, not the pop that Miku fits?? and like. ive found a lot of songs through MEGAMIX, because it’s my first PD game and ive been thoroughly enjoying it, despite its glaring flaws (toonshaders, lack of songs, literally 11 dlcs, etc)!! Teo by Omoi absolutely slaps and im so close to perfecting that song on normal oop.

overall the game and my recent reconnect to the general vocaloid centric music just proved how much i love Luka and MEIKO and how i wish both of them had more fitting songs for their voices. like whats up with everyone pitching up luka’s voice and only using her for harmonies?? Leia by Turrent for example, like that song is SO GOOD. or just like using MEIKO in general and not making her sexualized.... the cover Kyaami made of The Snow White Princess Is has been my favorite ever since i was 14 and she just SHINES in that song. Nostalogic by Yuukiss is baller though, gotta admit that

AND ALSO kurageP still stands to be my favorite producer and just increased my absolute love of Otomachi Una oops

BUT THIS WAS ABOUT PVS AND I JUST KINDA RANTED!!! my favorite pvs so far are these: 2Dimension Dream Fever, Blackjack, TENGAKU and Ghost Rule :]

#ask me about vocaloids and ill pass out and write an entire answer #Depression of Cybernetics and 39 Music! are also really good #asks #vocaloid #anon

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Earth, Pluto, and Sombrero Galaxy for the space asks ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Earth- Where’s your home?Because I like to be a Vague Shit I’mma answer with America. As soon as I can flee tho it’ll be Canada or somewhere fun.

Pluto- What time is it right now where you are?Hmmmm Triple Kiss I feel like you’re looking to tell me it’s bedtime again hmmmm. But for you’re information it’s about six thirty (by the time I finished the list tho it’s now like. eight thirty ish)

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?Laughs in aroI do have several platonic crushes/squishes if that’s what you meant tho. And I am treating them just like one should treat crushes: telling no one and never facing my feelings. I’m good at this alright.

And idk if you saw the tags or not but you fell within the 90% chance of getting space Remy ranting because damnit I love him. In this case it’s more like... sneak peak at an idea for a fic I might write one day in the distant future of whenever school stops hating me though.

So it’s losleep because I’m predictable af

Remy who’s gone most of his life slowly having the life stomped out of him

He’s always loved space but no one wanted to listen

Like. Ever.

His rants got shorter and shorter until they just stopped happening

He started wearing his sunglasses both to hide his excitement when someone else starting talking about space (so he wouldn’t get called out or mocked) and to hide his hurt when he was mockingly called ‘starboy’(If anyone had meant it nicely, he would have loved that nickname)

He switched his constellation covered leather jacket for a plain one

By the time he made it to high school he was a whole different person

Dead inside, dead outside, missed half his classes (but still passed them all), sarcastic and generally considered the most infamous bad boy in the school

Logan of course wants nothing to do with him

Remy’s a mess, Logan’s not, and ap courses are hard enough without a bad influence

Remy doesn’t have the zeal or care to chase Logan in this one (which given my love of flirty Remy is so crazy, I know

)But a biology trip to an aquarium ends up with them as bus buddies

Logan expected to hate it but Remy’s normally quiet unless you give him something to sass so the ride there is surprisingly peacefully

And when they get there Remy lets Logan go wherever he wants and look at whatever (Remy mostly came on the trip because the teacher said it was mandatory to passing and he forgot to call in sick the morning of)Logan starts out just looking at the exhibits, pointing out a few facts

Remy doesn’t seem the most interested in what he’s saying, but sometimes his mouth will tip upwards just a little or an eyebrow raise will pass his shades

And Logan takes that positively and slowly but surely starts talking more and more and longer and longer until he finds one sign talking about sharks and just absolutely rants about all the sharks he can name, excitedly, making connections haphazardly as he jumps between species

Remy’s smile is nearly a grin at this point and damnit it’s a good thing he’s wearing sunglasses because the amount of pure adoration in his eyes was rather embarrassing

Logan glances over at him halfway through his explanation of thresher sharks- one he had been happily going on with for a full five minutes- and his speech falters, much to Remy’s disappointment

He mumbles an apology and starts to head for a different exhibit when Remy stops him like ‘??? why you stop’

And Logan looks disappointed in himself when he says he didn’t realize he had been going on so long, he is sincerely sorry, especially since Remy’s stuck with him and hence can’t walk away from his infodumping

Remy’s just ‘honey why would I want to walk away’

Logan is Surprised because like poor Remy no one’s ever wanted to listen to him rant

He tries to call Remy on faking interest and then Remy recites several new shark facts right back at him so it seems he does care

Logan’s still on edge about ranting more in the aquarium but Remy pokes him a lot for more info, and they spend the entire ride back chatting about it (read: Remy slowly falls more and more in love with Logan while the nerd continues to explain every wonder of the deep sea he can come up with)

The school has a whole scandal over the smartest kid suddenly hanging out a lot with the bad boy

They wonder what they’re planning when really every lunch is just a chance to do more ocean info dumping

As they get closer, conversation shifts into more areas: into different sciences, into maths (most of which is Remy squinting suspiciously at Logan for understanding all the formulas), into talking about fashion and movies and everything under the sun, really, except space

Logan’s started to notice how Remy will pause whenever the topic moves to space before skillfully redirecting them into another topic

Logan knows that hesitation- the hesitation of wanting to say so much and fearing it’ll be shot down immediately, a sort of fear that’s not natural so much as it is taught, and he starts to wonder if Remy’s as uncaring as he likes to pretend he is

After all, Logan came to high school swearing off feelings in general, along with ocean talk- avoiding not only a specific type of ridicule but avoiding getting hurt by any insults

It’s not that far of a stretch to assume Remy did something similar, just in a different way

So Logan, using his Big Brain suggests that one of their study dates (yeah they started having study dates a while ago. techincally they’re not dating, just studying/chatting but like,,,,,,,,,,,,, yeah) happens closer to night, sprouting some mostly bs about the brain absorbing more information at night

Remy doesn’t see anything coming so he agrees

They start off studying in Logan’s house but then Logan says he needs a break and starts to head outside

Remy’s confused as to why he’s heading outside but Logan says he likes to breathe the fresh air

When Remy questions why Logan needs to breathe the fresh air on the roof of his house Logan says he likes the height

Remy just shrugs it off and follows him because a) he’s not expecting a trap and b) Logan’s cute he wants to follow him alright

Logan, beautiful smart magnificent Logan, starts casually talking about the stars

He doesn’t know a lot about them, he notes, and then points at a random one and casually wonders out loud about what it’s named

Remy has an answer suspiciously quickly (normally he’d be more reserved but, and I will continue to say this, Logan a Cutie. he wants to impress him)

Logan slowly lures him deeper into the trap by starting with praise (’I didn’t know that. thank you for telling me.’) and follow-up questions (’what’s that one next to it?’ ‘is it a part of any major constellations?’)Remy slowly but surely gets more into it, short one-word explanations morphing into descriptions that morph into histories and exact chemical compositions (or at least what they’re believed to be) and ages and more

At some point he took his sunglasses off to see better and Logan could not be more in love

His eyes are literally sparkling, and now that Logan can see his eyes he sees they’re coffee brown with golden specks like the stars are literally in his eyes, which is a rather romantic comparison coming from Logan, but he’s pretty sure it’s just the truth

Remy’s never been as alive as he is in that moment, and Logan wants the moment to never end, to watch Remy continue to point and gesture and explain, jumping between history and mythology and science, and Logan’s suddenly unsure why he ever questioned Remy’s ability to do so well in school- he’s just always been hiding his reasons for knowing so much

Exactly like Logan did, he glances over for a moment, and Logan was ready to faint at the utter joy on his face, and ready to cry at how quickly it died as Remy shut his mouth like a steel trap

His apology is brief, just a tough ‘sorry’ followed by a ‘we should probably get back to studying...’He tries to leave and Logan grabs his arm before he can, getting him a confused stare that’s both hopeful and pained

Logan askes why he stopped

Remy says something about boring Logan/getting in the way of study time/other miscellaneous bs

And Logan just goes ‘I don’t think you could ever bore me. Especially not with such an interesting topic. And one you enjoy so thoroughly’

Remy’s highkey ‘excuse me lies are mean’

‘good thing I’m not lying then’

Remy: :O

Remy’s further attempts to avoid the issue eventually lead to Logan just stating the obvious of ‘you listened to me infodump about the ocean why can’t I listen to you infodump about the universe’

‘this is different’

‘I find that doubtful’

‘the ocean is really interesting, who wouldn’t want to listen to a rant about it- and hey you looked so cute and happy to, I mean it would be criminal not to listen-’

‘the universe is just as interesting as the oceans, arguably more so. and the way you phrase that, as if you are not just as cute and happy- unarguably more so- is quite misleading’

Remy’s been minorly murdered by both genuine interest in his interest and also that compliment

He finally mutters something about starboy (’but I’m just starboy...’)

Logan’s Confusion and when Remy mumbles how that’s what all the middle school classmates called him he’s minorly (read: MAJORLY) furious

Like yeah he went through the same thing but doing this to Remy ??? illegal

He says so

Remy scoffs

Logan says so again, but with more feeling

Remy scoffs again but with less feeling. He mentions, offhandedly, that is wasn’t really that bad of a nickname- it was the venom everyone had in their tone when they said it that made it awful

Logan Sees An Opening And Makes His Move

He scoots closer to Remy and gently cups his face and turns him to look at him, and softly, so softly, a whisper in the night, lost as quickly as a speck of sand from the top to the bottom of the hourglass in the light wind, he says,

‘then let’s lose the venom’ quietly quietly ‘and you can be my starboy’ a promise, a lovely promise, lovelier than any promise Remy has heard before, so sincere, so perfect, and sworn beneath a starry sky of cloudless night, where every star will hold that promise and watch it too completion, galaxies swirling in beautiful normality as they inch closer and closer like stars too close and spiraling towards each other until they meet, and instead of the vast darkness of a black hole forming something so bright it would sear your eyes right out of your face explodes into existence instead

A lovely night to fall in love and be loved for all of you, even the bits the world tried to force you to hide

#just had to reformat that whole thing #tumblr stop being dumb challenge #also sry #I rant too much I know #I just love the idea alright #and I will write it all #....eventually #the cryptid speaks #the cryptid answers #triple kiss anon #ts logan #ts sleep #losleep #write losleep cowards

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