#trying so hard not to let senku lift his head too high or it would be uncomfortable. does he love him or what ?

[dirt-str1der]

Just finished Dr Stone Reboot

[babydaddyleorio]

Hi congrats on 600+!! Can I request a fluff #15 domestic life with Senku from Dr. Stone with a black (she/her) female? (Idk how to request things pls bare with me ;v;)

Thank you!! And sure (:

Senku Ishigami was none other than the Royal Doctor, meaning that he spent most of his time tending to the crown and making sure they were always in good health. Although the benefits from his job were plentiful and the pay always being more than enough for his liking, the time Senku got to spend with you was seldom if not any at all. So that is why when Senku suddenly snuck behind while covering your eyes as you were mindlessly scanning the pantry for food, you damn near had a heart attack.

“Guess who?” He smoothly whispered into your ear with an unusually deep voice, trying his hardest to come off as charming as the men he’s seen around the kingdom. However, before Senku could even get the next sentence out of his mouth, you punched him right in the gut, causing him to drop his hands and let out a painful groan. You quickly turned yourself around with your fists raised, ready to set this sudden intruder straight, but your narrowed eyes slowly morphed into wide ones once you saw your husband on the ground rolling around while clutching his stomach.

“Senku? What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” You questioned in bewilderment, bending yourself down to help him up. The stinging sensation erupting within his abdomen made it hard for Senku to register your words, and he feebly threw his head back with closed eyes and a parted mouth.

“Damn, that really hurt.” He grumbled hoarsely while shaking his head and your expression became sympathetic, but you also couldn’t shake off the amusement still lingering in your glance as well. You carefully grabbed his hand and pulled him back up to his feet and Senku sighed loudly before slowly moving his gaze to stare into your face.

“I missed you.” Senku whispered into the air, giving you the boyish grin that you adored so much. Senku loved that you were always full of surprises, some surprises hurting more than the others might he add, but Senku still looked forward to every last one of them.

You put your hands on either side of his cheeks and pulled him to your lips, giving him a passionate and well overdue kiss. Senku latched his grip onto your waist and pulled you closer to him, relishing in the fact that his fingers could finally touch you again. When it was time to break away from each other, the two of you separated hastily while panting audibly and licking your lips to savor the taste of each other. Senku slowly moved forward and rested his forehead against yours, a smirk now tugging at his lips.

“To what do I owe this special surprise, Dear Doctor?” You asked breathlessly, your palms now placed against his chest.

“I was hoping to take you out for an afternoon stroll, M’lady.” Senku mockingly replied, grabbing your body and dipping you in his arms causing you to giggle behind your hand.

“Well that’s just too bad because I was just about to wash my hair.” You playfully mused while tapping your chin and Senku’s eyes widened in horror at what you were secretly hinting at. Senku slyly sat you upright and you set your hands on your hips, smirking to yourself at how he had fallen into your trap.

“Well would you look at that, I think I hear the King suddenly screaming for me to come back.” Senku exclaimed while pretending to cuff his hand to his ear in realization and he tried to ease himself out of the room, but you pulled him by his collar and dragged him to the bathroom with you.

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Senku had taken his lab coat off and hung it over one of the hooks behind the door, so now he was just in a plain T-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts. You had changed into something light as well since wash day typically took a while, not to mention that this process could get messy real fast.

Senku gently massaged your shampoo into your scalp with his fingertips, and you sighed in contentment at how relaxing the sensation felt. Senku, on the other hand, had a deep scowl on his face as he looked at you through the reflective glass on the wall.

“Today is supposed to be my day off, yet you managed to put me back to work again.” He complained and you laughed at his flat expression, partly guilty that you were making Senku do your hair but also partly relieved that you didn’t have to do it yourself.

“But you still love, right?” You asked him teasingly with a dopey grin on your face, and Senku smacked his lips while turning his head to the side.

“Of course I love you, Idiot.” He answered while rolling his eyes, now reaching his arm over to grab the shower head so he could rinse the residue from out of your hair.

“I love you too.” You hummed while closing your eyes so nothing would get into them.

Suddenly, a very mischievous thought snaked its way into Senku’s head as he wrapped his hand around the showerhead and lifted it from Its place on the wall. He then carefully moved it to run the water throughout your hair, and once he noticed that you were completely relaxed in your spot, he slowly eased his hand away from your head and quickly splashed your back with the lukewarm water. You squealed once you felt It hit your skin and you jumped up from your seat causing Senku to snicker evilly as he watched you squirm while continuing to spray you.

“Oops, my hand must’ve slipped from being so slippery from the shampoo. How careless of me.” He taunted while looking up to the ceiling and putting his free hand to his mouth in mock surprise, and you sharply turned yourself around and snatched the showerhead from his hand with a harsh glare. Senku’s eyes widened once he saw you turn the showerhead to face him and the smirk he previously wore had fallen clean off of his face.

Before Senku could even get the chance to beg for mercy, a high pitched scream came from his mouth once he felt the cold water hit him. His body fell backwards comically and you resisted the urge to laugh as you watched him fight for his life on the floor.

Once you felt that he had enough, you turned the switch off and dropped your arm to your side, taking note of how Senku’s hair had fallen at his shoulders and his clothes now clung tightly to his skin. Senku slowly opened his mouth and spat out the water that had gotten into it before a grimace gradually overtook his features.

“I should’ve seen that coming.”

[dr-stone-things]

Your blog is just perfect! I just love how you write the characters :) Can I have some headcanons for Senku, Tsukasa and Gen? How would they comfort their s/o after a nightmare? Thanks!!

Sure!! No problem!! I hope you like these ❤️❤️also!! manga spoils for Tsukasa’s one!! (these got kinda cheesy?? lmao) (also the nightmares are kinda shitty?? sorry lmao)

Senku, Tsukasa, and Gen Comforting S/O After Nightmare HCS

S/o and him were relaxing after a long day of grueling work. Both of them were ready to conk out for the day and sleep. And somehow, Senku was in the mood to cuddle. Well, Senku’s idea of cuddling isn’t really how most people cuddle. 

They were lying on the soft grass right outside the lab, both them of deciding that they were too tired to move an inch. The moon was high in the sky, the star’s twinkling. Senku’s arm was loosely wrapped around his s/o’s and he could feel s/o’s face nuzzle into his chest.

S/o slightly squeezed his hand and intertwined their fingers with his, mumbling a “Goodnight, love,” before quickly dozing off. Senku’s ears went red, it still embarrassed him when they said things like that. 

Senku is actually a pretty light sleeper, so the shuffling of s/o woke him up. 

Senku’s eyes slowly opened, blinking, slightly annoyed that he had woken up. A tinkle of pain shot through his chest as he snapped and was fully away now. 

Even though it was dark outside, the stars in the sky provided enough light to see s/o’s face twisted in pain. He felt their fingers grip into his clothes and his hand was being squeezed by theirs. 

“Senku…” they mumbled, “don’t go… don’t leave me alone..” 

For once, Senku felt a painful twinge in his heart. He knew what was happening. His beloved s/o was having a nightmare. 

Senku gently shook them awake, watching as their teary eyes opened. He ran his fingers through their hair, fully waking them up. 

“Senku…!” they gasped as they buried their face into his chest. They quietly sobbed. 

Senku wasn’t too sure of what to do. I mean, he never saw them act like this. He kept holding them and caressing their hair. 

“I had a nightmare about when Tsukasa killed you,” they began, “but you never woke up…” 

Senku remained silent. “S/o, look. It’s the Big Dipper.” 

“What?” S/o looked at him incredulously and then looked at the sky. “Yeah, I see it too.” 

He pointed to another spot in the sky. “Over there is the Orion.” S/o followed his line of sight and nodded. 

“And over there is Vega, the star of love. Of star crossed lovers,” he grinned, watching as his s/o’s face turned bright red. 

“S/o, you don’t have to worry about me leaving you anything soon. Tsukasa can’t do anything to us right now.” 

S/o smiled into his chest as their eyelids got heavy once again. “Thank you Senku..”

“Kukuku, anything for you s/o.”

“Mhmm… I love you, Senku” 

There was a pause. Senku softly smiled as he watched his s/o doze off once again.

“I love you too s/o, ten billion percent.”

“S/o-chan, s/o-chan! Let’s just go to sleep already!” Gen whined as he wrapped his arms around s/o and rested his head on the crook of their neck.

“Alright Gen, I’m coming! Geez, you’re persistent,” s/o huffed as they gave into his request. Gen cheered as he tugged on their hand. S/o gently smiled at his silliness. 

They both collapsed on their shared bed, their muscles sore from the days’ work. Immediately, Gen pulled s/o close, snaking his arms around their body and burying his face into them. 

S/o chuckled, responding by wrapping one arm around him and caressing his hair with the other. “Nighty-night, Gen.”

He grinned, tightening his hold on them. “You too, workaholic.” Soon, they both fell into a slumber.

In the middle of the night, Gen sleepily opened his eyes, his head still murky. 

Pull.

Gen furrowed his brows at the tug at his hair. Was it just his imagination?

Pull.

This time it was harder. Gen touched the spot where he felt the pain. He felt s/o’s hand. Oh, it was just them. As he traced the lines on their hand, he felt something was off. S/o’s hand felt agitated as if something was bothering them. And since when did they ever pull his hair this hard?

He decided to take a look at s/o’s face. They were sweating hard, biting their lip hard enough to draw blood. Their eyes were squeezed shut, as they huffed uncomfortably. 

Gen frowned. It was obvious what was happening, as he quickly woke s/o up from their nightmare. S/o wearily opened their eyes and blinked as they lifted their hand to cup Gen’s cheek. “Thank God.. you’re alive!” they sobbed as they launched themselves into his chest.

Gen stroked their hair softly as he held them, whispering “It’s ok, I’m here” and sweet nothings. Gen is actually really good at comforting s/o.

S/o’s crying reduced into just hiccups as their grip on his shirt loosened. “It was the worse Gen… you died.”

“I died?”

“Yea..! I dreamt the time Magma had beat you up and-”

Giggle.

S/o had abruptly stopped talking as they heard the sound. They looked up and to their surprise, Gen was trying to hold back a laugh.

“Gen!! This is really serious you know!” they pouted.

“I know but… the way you said it was so cute! And your limited vocabulary… yea Magma totally ‘beat me up’… haha!”

“Gen!” s/o bit their lip trying to stop their laughter, playfully hit his chest. “I can’t believe you!”

Gen smiled as he caught s/o fists and tangled his fingers with theirs. “S/o, don’t sweat the small stuff. I’m not planning on dying anytime soon. Why would I when I have my cute and adorable s/o by my side?” 

S/o blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed but comforted. “Thank you, Gen.”

“Anything for my honey.”

(I decided to make this take place after Hyoga had, you know, literally backstab him. But instead, he doesn’t need to get frozen!! And he’s fine!! Just sore!!)

S/o had insisted that he take a break and get some rest. So both of you were currently retired for the day. Tsukasa’s arms were wrapped around their much smaller body, as his legs were tangled with theirs.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You aren’t uncomfortable?” s/o fretted as they looked up at him with concern.

Ah, how pure they were…

He gently smiled as he intertwined his fingers with s/o’s, the other hand tucking back a lock of hair behind their ear. “I really am fine, s/o. You don’t need to worry so much,” he soothingly said.

“I can’t help it! You could have almost..” they stopped their sentences as they placed a kiss on the spot he was stabbed. He smiled at the tingly happy feeling in his heart.

Cupping their cheek, he pecked their forehead reassuringly. “You should get some rest as well. I will be right here.”

S/o made a noise of agreement as they snuggled into his chest. They both succumbed to their tiredness and fell asleep.

Tsukasa is probably the lightest sleeper out of the three so it wasn’t that hard for him to wake up.

The sound of soft sobbing and mumbling woke him up. “S/o?”

He rubbed his eyes, and sure enough, s/o was there, tears streaming down their cheek. He frowned, his heart ached as he hated to see his beloved crying.

He gently shook his s/o awake, watching as s/o’s eyes opened. “Tsuka..!”

Tsukasa held them as they cried, wiping away every tear that appeared. He soothingly massaged their scalp, as he let them tangle their fingers into his long locks.

“I dreamt when you got hurt by Hyoga, but this time you, you, you-” s/o sputtered, unable to complete their sentence.

Tsukasa placed his finger on their soft lips, and other tilting their chin as he leaned in and kissed them lovingly. As he pulled away he rested his forehead on s/o’s.

“S/o, don’t cry,” he began, wiping away the last of their tears, “I am never going to leave you. I’ll be by your side, forever, and I hope that you’ll be by mine as well.” 

“Tsuka… I’ll always be with you! No matter what happens… I’ll always love you.”

Tsukasa smiled as he kissed them once again.

“I love you always, s/o.”

[drsenkustone]

Can I get some Senku X Artist!Reader? Reader has some self esteem issues about their art and Senku knows a bit of anatomy to try and help s/o and even comforts them? C: please and thank you!! ^^ I like your writing!

Art class was always a little bit awkward when they brought in professional nude models for all the students to draw from their seated perspectives. It’s not that you were embarrassed by them, but embarrassed for them, having to sit (mostly) naked in front of strangers and be purposely stared and studied. (This is high school after all, complete nude model might send some horny teens off their rockers.) You were pretty proud of your drawings and skills as an artist, but you couldn’t help compare yourself to the others. You noticed their curves were smoother or edges nice and sharp, definition or shading exceeded your skills too. You were grateful when the bell rang and packed away your sketchbook. Maybe the lunch break could clear your mind a bit.

You sat on the rooftop with your lunch spread out in front of you, half a sandwich in your mouth, legs crossed and (unsurprisingly) your sketchbook back in your lap and your hand cramping up from how much you were struggling to draw the damn hand! Every artist could agree drawing hands was a nightmare and it was starting to stress you out. As if the curve of your model’s back in your sketch wasn’t bothering you enough, you sighed and set your sandwich back down. It was hard to be hungry when you were stressed and angry and completely focused.

“Looks pretty good, but you’re going to rip the paper with that harsh erasing method,” a calm voice chuckled from above you. Looking straight up, you saw your good friend Senku staring down at your artwork, his typical smirk gracing his face. Your cheeks heated up at the thought of 1. He just looked at your drawings 2. The drawing was of the backside of a naked male model 3. He caught you by surprise and being your crush, all that was hard not to be flustered. You quickly pulled the drawing into your chest and pulled your knees up to it too and tucked your head down to your knees, completely enveloping your sketchbook and red face. You heard him let out a bit of a laugh.

“C’mon (y/n), it’s not that bad,” he soothed as he took a seat next to you and picked up your barely eaten sandwich. “Besides, it’s not like I don’t know the art class draws nude models, you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“..I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up here or come up here during lunch…free period sure,” you lifted your head a bit to look at him.

“You weren’t at lunch so hiding up on the rooftop was the most logical answer for a girl like you.” His smile was soft and it warmed your heart. “You must be stressing then if you’re not even eating,” you could hear the bit of concern in his words.

You sighed a bit, “Yeah…I’m not really getting his hand drawn correctly and the curve of his back doesn’t look right.”

“Let me see,” he put his free hand out as a gesture for you to pass the sketchbook. You hesitated for a moment before opening up your curled up position and giving him the book. In return, he placed the sandwich back in your hand, his indirect way of asking you to eat for the sake of your health. He’s done this for you before by getting you an energy drink, buying you lunch or on rare occasions just sharing his meal with you.

“Looks like you’re struggling with the hand because you keep making this line longer than the other, so the perspective looks messed up. It needs to be shorter and angled slightly down,” he hummed while you chomped a bite of your food, looking over his arm at your sketch to observe his suggestions. Both of you knew he was no artist, but he knew plenty of science and anatomy to give the needed pointers. He proceeded to comment on the curve of the models back and how best to edit that so it looks better. At the end of the day, the more you drew the better you got, and Senku’s been watching your progress the entire time.

“You’re getting better each time I see one of your sketches,” he grinned while you took back the sketchbook and closed it to fix later. Your cheeks tinted pink at his compliment.

“Thanks Senku…that means a lot to me.” It really did. “Would you like the other half of my sandwich? You’re missing out on lunch downstairs too,” you chuckled, already picking it up and placing it in his hands. Senku smiled back to you kindly, gladly taking the food. You two spent the rest of your lunchtime talking about art and space, until a loud big oaf and his kind crafty friend found the two of you and joined.