bri. ‘97. she / her. sideblog, follows back from @onetee.
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series: pjo, httyd
ship: percup (percy x hiccup)
chapter: 1 out of ???
count: 2,920
summary: — … recalled with nostalgia. calm winter and seas. (a gift for @chokkobun!)
how i feel like when i talk about how i love orihime but hate canon orihime how yes i can see why ppl ship her with ichigo and i don’t think it’s the worst but definitely not the best but i can warm up to it they can be cute i like their writing before the tybw arc and yeah i can still hate them i hate how they got together i hate how they progressed i hate that ichigo is only ever shown to have a sliver of attraction toward her when other characters ask him directly this whole telling vs showing is so wack when we have various panels of him pining after his good buddy rukia during his lowest moments and we’re still supposed to think that yes he does think of orihime romantically while the only one who yearns after the other is always from her perspective and i hate that ppl think orihime being a stay at home mom with a part time job at the same bakery she had as a teenager is in any way shape or form a great development for someone who has shown to be so ambitious and intelligent and creative and hardworking and steadfast with five different jobs five different dreams five different lifetimes planned out before she even graduated high school oh my god don’t piss me off and yeah kazui is cute and i love how much he resembles his mom i like to think that he’s an absolute mama’s boy and i like the idea of ichigo and orihime as parents and how orihime having a family after losing hers and being alone for so long is something so tender and sweet i can think all of this and still say kazui is a little weirdo a little freak opening up portals to hell like he’s skipping to recess and why the hell is kon not saying anything and i just want the best things for orihime but the story does not reflect that yet i am called stupid and delusional for feeling like she had so much more potential than what she got she’s a god in a girl’s body never let out kubo just gave up and i am TIRED!!!!!!!!!!
series: dr. stone
ship(s): senhaku, one sided luna & senku ( and one sided luna & kohaku ), platonic gen & kohaku
chapter: 2 out of 2
count: 14,070
summary: originally i just wanted to write about kohaku wearing senku’s shirt. it has somehow spiraled into this. also, put some respect on the ishigami village!
“And to think I’d come back to you with a girlfriend,” she murmurs out loud.
He laughs quietly, holding her hips steady and craning his neck up to look at her. “What? Jealous?”
Fandom: Dr. Stone
Pairing: Kohaku x Senku
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,320
Warning: Mature themes but nothing too explicit. Also no beta-read. Minor spoilers for the upcoming arc (if you are anime-only).
A/N: This originally was supposed to be a small portion of a longer one-shot that referenced the fic a mix up by @glycenings (wonderful fic—please go read if you haven't already!). However, I got a bit carried away so it ended up being longer than intended, and so I referenced multiple parts of their story! It will still be in the one-shot, albeit a slightly shorter version.
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It’s been several weeks since she’s seen Senku and within those weeks, he has managed to get shot, somehow recover from it enough to rig a plane, and has welcomed new people onto their crew. Then comes and picks up the enemy scientist that apparently used to be his mentor. Yes, it’s a lot.
He seems to be moving fine so Kohaku doesn’t fret about it. What she finds peculiar is Luna, the pink-haired girl that seems to have an affinity for, well, Senku. It’s a strange sight to see him being so actively pursued. The closest would be Amaryllis during their first meeting, but she had quickly realized he didn’t have a lick of interest in that kind of romance. Regardless, Kohaku does find Luna to be a sweet person. After all, she works hard and helped save Senku’s life.
Kohaku can’t help but take pity on Luna once she hears the whole story though. It’s just like Senku to use relationships as a political alliance, even if it means leaving the other party confused. No harm, no foul, she supposes, but…
What am I supposed to do now?
Luna comes up to ask her about Senku, or rather, Kohaku’s relationship with Senku specifically. Kohaku answers the questions as honestly as she can while simultaneously dodging the crux of the questions themselves.
That doesn’t feel odd to you? Working with your sister’s ex?
No, it could hardly be called a marriage. She really does often forget that it actually happened.
Is it true that you kissed Senku?
For a moment, she thinks Luna is talking about one of the many times she and Senku have, indeed, kissed, but quickly realizes that can’t be the case. Only one person could have told her such a thing, and Gen would only have shared something that is public knowledge.
That kiss was nothing, Kohaku ends up saying. And it hadn’t been, at that time. It was also nothing compared to all the ones that followed.
She realizes that she isn’t used to being questioned about her involvement with him—their friends having been long accustomed to their closeness. It’s odd trying to put words to it; nothing really fits. Lovers seem too serious, friends too shallow. Perhaps just partners on a quest to save humanity.
She also doesn’t know how to explain the restlessness she currently feels. Is it due to the time apart? Or simply that they are now on the run from Stanley? The days are exciting and the nights unbearably stressful. She isn’t used to being hunted, usually being the one to do the hunting.
Kohaku rolls her eyes at herself. If Senku could hear her thoughts, he’s call her a—
“Lioness.”
“Not a lioness!” she hisses as Senku comes up beside her. They’re trudging through a marsh in their nearly acquired rubber boots, fatigue marring all their faces.
“That was a nasty scare out there earlier with Suika. How are you holding up?”
“Hah. Did I make you worry?” She puts on a brave face, but then it softens immediately. “We have a good team and we’re safe.”
He doesn’t say anything for several minutes, but his shoulder brushes against hers as they walk. It’s all they’ve been able to do since meeting back up, these small comforts. She’s starting to become acutely aware that it isn’t enough.
“We should be able to make camp tonight,” he finally says, “and take a bit more time to ourselves.”
She doubts anyone can hear them above the slushing of the water but she doesn’t blame him for being extra safe.
A bit of relief floods her. Briefly, she tangles her fingers with his before pulling away just as quickly to sweep her hair behind her ear.
“That will be a welcomed change.”
The sun sets and they all dine and make merry. Kohaku takes the first shift of the night watch as the fire’s embers dim to a soft glow. Most of the team goes to sleep at a decent time whereas Dr. Xeno, Ryusui, and Gen hang out by Senku’s tent near the river. The only thing she can tell is that they’re hashing out some plans, swarming around something Senku had drawn out. She’s surprised Chrome hadn’t joined in on the party.
Eventually, it’s just Senku right outside his tent adding some final touches to what looks to be a road map of his latest idea. It’s not until the moon, full and bright, reaches its peak in the sky does he glance at her and disappear into his tent.
Not long after that, Tsukasa joins her and she passes the proverbial mantle to him. He pretends to look the other way as she heads towards the river.
Or rather, to the tent by the river, where she finds Senku laying out his bedroll. Kohaku wastes no time, straddling him and sliding off his tunic in one fluid movement. The weather is warm and the night has settled and she realizes she really is just impatient after being away from him for so long.
But she stops when she sees his wound, the one he had gotten from Stanley. It makes her blood run cold despite the humidity of the Amazonian forest.
“So you’re concerned after all?” Senku smirks as he looks up at her. “I was second guessing myself when you made no mention of it.”
“Oh please. I knew you’d be fine.”
Even so, her fingers quiver as she traces the outline of the gnarled skin near his chest. Its location is just so close to his heart, she shudders just thinking about how he only narrowly avoided death. With their Medusa out of commission, they wouldn’t have been able to mend him through petrification.
One of his hands finds her thigh, eyes soft as his thumb strokes calming circles into her skin. The tension in her shoulders deflates a level.
“Does it still hurt?”
He shrugs. “A little sore if I move certain ways, but I’m managing just fine.”
She nods, allowing her fingers to glide up his chest and over his shoulders. “Does that mean I should be extra gentle with you tonight?”
“I think,” he starts, lips grazing her collarbone and working up her throat, “you can take me however you want.”
Another shudder runs down her spine, but for different reasons this time. He looks annoyingly pleased at himself.
He works at her dress, untying the rope beneath her bodice and slipping the blue fabric over her head. They’re skin to skin as she leans down for a kiss, purposefully slow to let him acclimate. He responds by pressing into her, hands running up her back to undo the bonds in her hair and letting her golden locks cascade past her shoulders. She melts into him and he hums appreciatively, fingers strumming across her skin as if to reacquaint him with her body.
Her hips move in small circles. She feels more than she hears the way his breath quickens with how his face is buried into her neck. This must be her favorite part of their union, the way the ever-composed Ishigami Senku unravels under her touch. In terms of affection, his actions always spoke louder than his words, and his actions during their private nights sing of devotion.
“And to think I’d come back to you with a girlfriend,” she murmurs out loud.
He laughs quietly, holding her hips steady and craning his neck up to look at her. “What? Jealous?”
His cheeks are flushed and he’s so warm beneath her. She knows no one else ever sees him in such a state.
“Not at all.”
“Good.”
He says it so smugly that she doesn’t miss his implicit trust in her and her ability to read the situation. And she’d have to agree. Doubt is not something she has ever associated with in terms of her feelings for him.
She knows him well, and he, her. When she feels the tremors in his body from holding up their weight, she coaxes him down until his back hits the sleeping mat.
Ah, but I don’t intend to let you sleep much, she thinks.
“I expect nothing less from a ravenous lioness.”
She makes a face but he just laughs again, pulling her down with him.
Senku has never been one to say something as mushy as I love you, but when he kisses her behind the ear, she thinks it sounds quite similar.
They do sleep—after she tires him out. It’s been a long time since she’s been able to wake up next to him. It’s only been a few hours but the sun's rays have begun to peak over the horizon. The diffused glow splashes across his face, highlighting the slope of his nose and the angle of his jaw. He looks peaceful and serene.
He stirs when she moves, turning to bury his face into whatever part of her he can find. It’s so endearing she can’t resist planting a kiss on his forehead.
“I’m going to go rinse off in the river,” she says quietly, feeling as if she spoke any louder, it would break the tranquility. He mumbles something into her skin, and then rolls her on top.
“You need more sleep,” she insists, though makes no effort to resist. He’s mumbling again, something along the lines of whose fault is that.
His fingers skim along the side of her body, starting at her thighs and wandering up until he’s lazily drawing figures in the space between her spine and shoulder blade. More likely than not, he’s doing some sort of calculation and using her flesh as a makeshift canvas.
Already, this early in the morning.
She rolls her eyes, and then drags the tip of her nose along the column of his throat. Finding the spot where his pulse throbs visibly, she nips at his skin, sucking gently at the spot until it blooms into a lovely shade of red. She doesn’t miss the stutter in his fingers nor the hastening of his heart rate.
“Sleep,” she insists again, then pushes off of him. He follows abruptly, glaring at her as he sits up, sheets pooling around his waist.
Instead of throwing on her dress, she steals his tunic, and he almost convinces her to stay a bit longer.
Perhaps not staying was a mistake, however. She exits the tent and nearly jolts when she feels someone watching her. She turns to see Luna wide-eyed with a water flask in hand.
Ah, trust Senku to rub his bad luck on her.
“Good morning,” Kohaku says as sunnyly as possible, very much ignoring the obvious. Luna tries to smile back but it comes out more like a grimace, the question or accusation at the tip of her tongue barely contained. Kohaku has no desire to explain anything; she’s sure doing so will cause the very distractions she and Senku are trying to avoid. So she pushes on with small talk, keeping her face and tone neutral even as the conversation inevitably turns into one about the scientist behind the tent flaps.
Maybe I can double check him, Luna persists. Actual confirmation of his health, or to see if Kohaku in Senku’s clothes is truly indicative of what she suspects? They both know the answer.
But Senku is surely listening in on the whole conversation, so she trusts him to prepare accordingly and steps aside.
At least her luck is better than Senku’s, for she is saved by Ryusui intervening with a snarky remark and a rather knowing look. Though he could have been more subtle, she is ultimately grateful.
(And to be fair, wearing Senku’s tunic is not very subtle either.)
She takes her time in the river to prevent any more run-ins, and returns to Senku’s tent only after she sees Luna return to hers.
He’s still awake, with a very annoyed look and bags under his eyes, when she walks in.
She raises a brow. “What did Ryusui say?”
“Tch. Just called me out with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.” He then sighs, running a hand through his hair. “And offers his sympathies for Luna.”
She winces. “I guess wearing your clothes was a bad idea.”
“Ten billion percent,” he grumbles, but a sly smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “So I am going to ask Yuzuriha to make me a lab coat, and then I’m going to need you to wear that, and only that.”
“Hah, that sounds counterproductive.”
“I’d argue that you can make me quite productive on occasion.” She rolls her eyes, sitting next to him just to shove him lightly in the shoulder. His easy smile doesn’t falter. “Let them talk. People will always say things when they don’t understand what they see. Trying to deflect will only garner more attention.”
She hums in agreement, leaning her head against him. Glancing up, she notices the mark she left behind had begun shifting from a rich red to a deep purple.
“You’re going to need to cover that up.”
“Then I’m going to need my clothes back. Your dress doesn’t cover much.”
She laughs at him, removing his tunic and tossing it at his face. She then throws on her dress and straddles him, much like how she did just several hours prior. But instead of kissing him, she pushes him back down, pulling the sheets up to his chin. “You still need more sleep.”
It’s his turn to roll his eyes but he doesn’t deny it. “Fine, fine.”
She helps him put on his tunic then leaves after one last fleeting kiss. Ryusui is talking to Tsukasa when his eyes catch hers again. And he grins.
Very good morning to you, Ryusui had said to her earlier. She nods back a greeting and smirks inwardly in agreement. Despite some minor mishaps, it is a very good morning indeed.
character: carly stratmann
creator: hajime isayama, hiroshi seko and ayumu kotake
series: attack on titan: lost girls
count: 163
100 x 100, unedited, please like and/or reblog if you save/use for credit !
character: mina carolina
creator: hajime isayama
series: attack on titan
count: 16
75 x 75, unedited, please like and/or reblog if you save/use for credit !
character: mina carolina
creator: hajime isayama
series: attack on titan
count: 22
100 x 100, unedited, please like and/or reblog if you save/use for credit !
character: lady nagant, kaina tsutsumi
creator: kōhei horikoshi
series: my hero academia
count: 298
100 x 100, unedited, please like and/or reblog if you save/use for credit !
series: bleach
ship(s): hitsukarin, minor ichiruki
chapter: 1 out of 2
count: 10,002
summary: lost agent arc au where karin’s potential wasn’t wasted
based on @almightybuttcheeks' fullbring arc post !
context: natalie tripped and is in need of sympathy. satan was right next to her, and he laughed instead of helping her.
i.e. made a silly and lazy edit bc i miss these friends <3
