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Fics??????? *very eyes, much emoji*

If sooo I recently just came up with another SenGen scenario-

I feel like Senku would question why Gen walks around barefoot all the time. He did offer some shoes for him one time but Gen declined cause I hc that for him it feels nice to walk around barefoot, and that since they're in the Stone world he has freedom to do so without getting called out, which Senku agrees nevertheless. But he does offer to clean his feet for him cause of how dirty they are sjfjsjfjsjf Gen ur gross /j /lh

and I think u know where this is going heehoo 👀👀👀

hehehehEHEHEH yay sengen ty angel <3

"Don't your feet ever...hurt?"

Gen tilts his head, a grin starting to spread across his face, "Aww are you worried about me, Senku-chan?"

"Just answer the question, damn mentalist." The scientist scoffs, earning a giggle.

"Of course it hurts if I step on something sharp," he replies, poking the other on the cheek, "but otherwise, nope! It's kinda like a nice little massage!"

"Don't tell me you have cuts on your feet." Senku starts, ready to go off on a whole tangent. "Someone like you knows how deadly infections can be, especially-"

"Especially in the Stone World, blah blah." Gen imitates, smirking as he received a glare from the other. "It's not that hard to say that you care, you stubborn thing."

Senku glared harder, pink faintly dusted across his cheeks since he couldn't honestly refute that statement. "You're just a-"

"Useful ally, I know, I know." The magician sighs dramatically, "Just another person to exploit."

Suddenly, a rough hand grabs onto his arm, pulling him out of his performance. His single audience member drags Gen along, who honestly doesn't mind. It did give him more chances to annoy the younger man.

"Fine, allow me to repay you for all the work you've done, as well as prevent your feet from falling off later. It's ten billion percent efficient."

"Ooh, where are you taking me, Dr. Ishigami? And please be gentle."

Senku groans, rolling his eyes. "Ew, shut up."

This was way too much fun.

It doesn't take long for Gen to realize that they were heading toward a nearby creek; all those trips to collect flowers for his tricks gave him decent knowledge of the land. Senku leads him down to the side of the water and allows Gen to roll up his the bottoms of his pants before obediently stepping in.

"It's cold!" He whines immediately.

"Deal with it, you big baby." Senku snickers at the mentalist's discomfort, letting this go on for awhile more. "Alright come on, get over here." He sits. "Give me your foot."

Gen backpedals a bit, trying not to fall into the freezing water. He’d prefer not to be soaking wet after all. Senku’s words did surprise him though, and he voices his concerns with a titter. "W-what? Who would've thought you were into stuff like this, Senku-chan!"

"Don't make it sound weird, I'm just cleaning your feet for you."

"I can do that myself-"

"You're the one who says how caring I am. So let me show how much I care." The scientist deadpans. He didn't understand why Gen was being so reluctant, unless there was actually a reason he didn't want his feet touched? Was he trying to hide an injury?

He frowns at Gen, offering his hand expectantly. The other shifts nervously, slowly sitting down on the grassy bank before placing his right heel onto the hand.

Senku immediately starts inspecting, taking note of the (thankfully) shallow scratches. Though when he starts prodding around for anything broken, Gen jolts and his face scrunches up all weird.

"Sorry, does this hurt?"

"No, no. I'm fine." The magician squeaks, willing himself to stay still as Senku shrugs, continuing his lighting poking and tracing.

After what seemed like ages, the sensations stop and Gen breathes a sigh of relief. He hears the bag rustle and Senku pulls out a bar of soap and dunks it into the water a few times. And without warning, he starts scrubbing the surface of Gen's sole.

And Gen squeals, instinctively yanking his foot out of the scientist's loose grasp.

"Oh yeah, you have some scratches so it might sting a little, but I thought you could take it?"

"A little too late for a warning don't you think!?"

"Just let me finish. It's your fault for not wearing shoes in the first place."

"And that's my choice!" Gen cries, trying to crawl away.

"And I'd rather not become the stone world's first amputator so you're just gonna have to bear with it." Senku remarks, snatching up the foot with a firmer grip.

"No means no!"

"Can you not?"

“Can you noEEE- NAahahaha!” The mentalist cackles as the scrubbing begins again. Although he noted that Senku was a bit gentler this time, it didn’t really help with his predicament. Gen’s back hits the grass as he clutches his stomach, desperately tugging at his trapped foot while the giggles fall endlessly from his mouth.

The scientist quickly puts two and two together, finally realizing why Gen was so reluctant to have his feet cleaned. It also explains the constipated looks he got during his inspection. "Huh, you're ticklish.” Senku says, mostly to himself. He watches the other squirm with great interest, cataloging each moment Gen twisted his head, face cherry red and mouth decorated with the cutest smile. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

"Behehecause it's- hAHahaha! Embahaharrassing! Nonononohoho!"

“I guess so.” Senku throws out casually, opting to dig his fingers into the magician’s toes. And Gen goes berserk, hands thumping the ground as he throws his head back, bright laughter filling the sky. He even almost kicks Senku in the face.

Senku, however, found this whole ordeal rather fascinating. He is very amused to find out how such a simple action could prompt such a large reaction. All that smooth-talking and witty remarks, turning into dorky, uncontrollable giggling. “Y’know, I think I like this side of you better, mentalist. Way more easier to deal with.”

And Gen wants to protest and argue and rebuke, but how could he? Nothing but chortles would come out; the ticklish sensations from his foot overloaded his brain, causing him to flail around madly.

The scientist decides that this is enough for now, dropping the foot back into the river. And Gen doesn’t complain this time, chest heaving grateful breaths. Each exhale produces a string of residual giggles, making Senku’s heart flutter just a tiny bit. Gen didn’t need to know that, he determines.

“Thahahat....was so...cruel.”

Senku shrugs in response, “Again, your fault for not wearing shoes.”

Gen ponders for a moment, was pushing Senku’s buttons right now really worth it? Sitting up slowly, he looks at the younger man through half-lidded eyes. “Well if you continue to give me special treatment...maybe I won’t ever put on a pair of shoes~”

“That is extremely illogical and you know it.”

“Maybe I think it’s nice having you touch me like this.” He really couldn’t help himself. Gen smiles flirtatiously, expecting to be met with wide crimson eyes and an equally crimson face.

But instead, Senku smirks back, eyes not wide, but calculating. He’s not skillful enough to hide the tint of pink dusting his cheeks though.

“Yeah? I’ll touch you more if you’d like.”

“Ooooh, how dirty~”

"Hand over the other foot, mentalist." Senku's grin morphs into something more sinister.

Gen’s jaw drops, a look of betrayal spreads across his face. Asshole. He grits his teeth and then presses his lips into a thin smile, "...Please be gentle?"

#see I always go crazy over sengen #where did this come from? i dont fricken know #sengen #dr. stone #ishigami senku #asagiri gen #skribes #heh curse word #nice

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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Dr. Stone Sentence Starters #1-10

A collection of the Dr. Stone sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Most are SenGen.

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1) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“You’re such a liar,” Gen accused in his natural, easygoing tone of voice.

Inside the lab, Senku kept his back turned as he worked. “Lying isn’t my style. You know that. Besides, I didn’t lie – part of the carbonated water we used was for the cure-all.”

“But you let me believe that was all it was for.” Gen’s voice was playfully pouty. “That’s cruel, Senku.”

“Gotta be honest, I’m surprised you’re complaining. I figured you’d be thrilled to see the cola, even if you couldn’t watch the grand bout in the village. It seemed a nice compensation.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining. I haven’t had a cola in thousands of years.” Gen’s shadow was right behind him now, merging with Senku’s own. “But it was still a little mean.”

Senku chuckled, shrugging. “Sorry, but I don’t really care one millimeter if you thought it was cruel of me. You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“I did. How can I ever repay you?~”

“Not selling me out was payment enough, thanks.” Senku suddenly felt uneasy. He turned just as Gen’s hands shot for his sides, squeezing hard, making him sputter and laugh against his will. “Hey – whahahat the-?!”

“Oh! Better be careful, Senku,” Gen teased, smiling his mischievous smile. “You said that beaker has a dangerous chemical in it, right? Wouldn’t want you to drop it~”

Senku gripped one of Gen’s wrists with his hand as he struggled to hold onto the beaker in question with the other, giggling like a child. He brought his leg up to try and kick, but that only made him lose his balance further.

“Gen!” He cried. “Gen, stohohohohop, this is one-bihihihihihillion percent dahahahangerous-!”

“All right, all right.” The mentalist finally relented, stepping back and sauntering his way out of the lab within moments. “I’ll leave you to your experiments.”

Senku sighed in relief, set the beaker down, and took a moment to regain his bearings. Then he flashed a smirk at the empty doorway and sprinted after Gen.

2) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“There’ll be plenty more before this is over.”

“W-Wahahahahait, Senku! I juhuhuhust wanted to hehehehear you lahahahaugh!” Gen cried, squirming in the scientist’s arms as his ribs were tickled with surprising precision. Well, it shouldn’t have been that surprising. But Gen wasn’t thinking too hard about the logistics right now.

“Which you did,” Senku returned, smirking. He was definitely not oblivious to the hysterics he was pulling from the mischievous mentalist; if anything, he seemed to be enjoying them far too much. “And now it’s my turn. As you always have your feet bare but seem to cover up your torso with quite a bit of fabric even in the summer, I must assume you’re most sensitive somewhere in this region.” He grinned at the panicked squeal Gen let free. “Am I right?”

“Cuhuhuhuhuhurse you!” Gen cried, his cackles turned more and more frantic the higher Senku went. “Curse you ahahahahand your stuhuhuhuhupid science! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Ah.” Senku grinned. “Jackpot.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Gen flailed uselessly as his underarms were assaulted with the lightest of scribbles and most precise kneading in rapid succession, driving him crazy and reducing him to a helpless puddle far more quickly than he’d have liked. He was on his knees in the grass now, laughing so hard he could barely make sense of Senku’s next words.

“So, science is stupid, is it?” he tsked, shoving him face-first into the grass and straddling him, drilling into Gen’s worst spot with playful malice. “That’s too bad. And here I thought I was swaying you more and more to all the fun things you can do with it.”

“IT’S NOHOHOHOHOHOT – NOT STUHUHUHUPID!! PLEHEHEHEHASE!!” Gen laughed out his ticklish frustration into the ground, kicking his legs wildly to make up for how defenseless he was where he needed defense most. “SEHEHEHEHEHENKU, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

But Senku merely chuckled in his usual way and kept at it. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about messing with me while I’m handling a dangerous chemical, mentalist.”

3) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“You’re awfully cocky for someone so ticklish,” Gen said with a smirk, wiggling his fingers at Senku, who suddenly looked nervous.

“It’s not cockiness if I’m right,” he muttered in reply, but his smirk was gone, at least. He reached for Gen’s hands. “Put those away, mentalist.”

But Gen fought back, keeping his wiggling fingers as close to the scientist’s sides as possible. Senku struggled to outdo him, a wobbly smile already on his lips. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Gen teased. “Seems to me like you were just asking to be tickled.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Senku tried to sound firm, but it was difficult with the ghost tickles he swore he could already feel. Gen’s fingers were centimeters away now. “Gen, don’t-”

“Gotcha!” The mentalist beamed as he finally made contact, digging into the soft flesh of Senku’s sides with triumph. When the scientist tried to get away, he pulled him back against his chest, wrapping his arms around him and tickling even more. “Where are you going, huh? Where do you think you can possibly go to get away from me, Senku?”

Senku couldn’t stop giggling to save his life. All he could do was grab uselessly at his friend’s arms. “Stohohohohohop! Gehehehehehen!”

“Stop? But Senku, your arrogance got you into this mess! You could at least own up to it~”

“It’s nohohohohot arrogance if I’m r-rihihihiHIHIHIHIHIGHT!! GEN!!” Senku squealed, doing everything he could to get away and failing. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Gen kept vibrating into his sensitive sides with a soft smile. “Like I said: you’re awfully cocky for someone so ticklish~”

4) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Tell me, mentalist, how bad does this tickle on a scale of one to ten?”

Gen was currently lying on his stomach in the dirt with Senku on top of him, fingers deep in his armpits but scratching lightly, and Gen was giggling uncontrollably in response. “S-Sehehehenku, stohohohop!”

“That’s not an answer,” Senku teased, digging a little harder. “Well? How bad is it?”

“Ten! Tehehehehehen!”

“Really? Well, that’s unfortunate for you. I wonder what would happen if I went somewhere more sensitive?” Senku couldn’t keep the satisfied smirk off his face as he dragged his fingers down to his friend’s ribs, drilling in deep, knowing it would tickle even worse that way.

And tickle it did, because Gen shrieked and started laughing wildly, crying, “NONONO OKAY OKAHAHAHAHAHAY THAHAHAHAT’S A TEHEHEHEHEN!!”

“That’s what I thought.” Senku chuckled, going back up to his underarms. “Then what number is this here?”

Gen dissolved into relieved, tired giggles. “F-Fihihihihive…”

“It dropped that much? Interesting.”

“Plehehehehease, Senku…”

“Please what? You don’t seem to be protesting too much anymore.” The mentalist’s ears went red, and the scientist grinned. “What? I’m right, aren’t I?”

Gen groaned into the ground, bubbly giggles still slipping past his lips as Senku slowed his tickling to a light, teasing skittering. “Shuhuhuhut up…”

5) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“You think you’re so smart, huh?” Gen rolled his eyes, coming up behind Senku and placing his hands on either side of the table around him, trapping him against it to whisper in his ear. “Then tell me this: what happens when someone scribbles their fingers against your sides, huh?”

Senku froze, his breath hitching slightly. He didn’t answer.

“Well?” Gen pressed, enjoying the pink beginning to coat his friend’s ears. “What’s the natural reaction? Do you smile? Giggle? Try to get away? Or do you stay still and take it like a good little scientist?”

“S-Shut up.” Senku sounded flustered already, and Gen was absolutely living for it.

“Answer me, Senku.”

“This is pointless,” the scientist muttered, but he still hadn’t moved. “Why are you interrogating me?”

“Because I can, mostly. But I’m also a mentalist. I enjoy learning what makes people squirm.” Gen finally moved his hands, grasping Senku’s sides gently and scribbling his fingers over the fabric protecting them. “And I think this is what can get you to squirm, Senku.”

Sure enough, Senku gripped the table as giggles spilled out of him, hunching over instinctively. He lasted about four seconds before he finally turned to try and get away. “Stohohohop, Gen—”

“Ah-ah-ah,” Gen admonished teasingly, pushing Senku up against the table and digging in even harder, grinning wickedly at the brief look of excited panic in his friend’s eyes. “Better not fight me~”

“W-Why nohohohohohot?” Senku gripped Gen’s shoulders but didn’t fight back. “Gah! This is rihihihidiculous!”

“Because if you fight me, you know I’ll win. I’m stronger than you. And if I do win, I’ll tickle you for as long as I want.” Gen smirked as the pink in Senku’s ears traveled across his cheeks. “Unless…that’s what you want?”

“Shuhuhuhuhut up!”

“How rude.”

“You n-nehehehever said I cohohohouldn’t fihihihight with words!”

Gen hummed. “That’s true. But words won’t save you from your ticklish fate, my dear Senku~”

6) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“You can apologize now,” Senku said evenly, “or you can apologize laughing. Your choice.”

Gen looked up at him with wide eyes. He took a shaky breath. “L-Laughing? What do you mean?”

Senku quirked a brow at him. “You know.”

“B-But…I have n-nothing to apologize for.”

“No?” The scientist settled his weight on Gen’s hips and wasted no time in reaching beneath the mentalist’s purple coat, digging at his ribs. “Running off overnight and making me worry about you isn’t something you should be sorry about?”

“Aww, y-yohohohohou were wohohohohorried about me, Sehehehenku?” Gen tried, but Senku only tickled harder, making him laugh. “Okay, okahahahahahay, I’m sohohohohohohorry!”

“Why did you do it?”

“I cahahahahan’t tell you!”

“Can’t?” Senku hummed, finding that spot at the backs of Gen’s ribs that always made him go berserk. “Or won’t?”

Gen’s hands clutched aimlessly at Senku’s arms, his sleeves, his shirt, anything he could grab to ground him and keep him strong in the face of ticklish torture. “CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“Why not?”

“SURPRIHIHIHIHIHIHISE!!”

“Again?” Senku sighed, but he lightened his touch slightly. “It’s not my birthday anytime soon, you know. What are you scheming now?”

Gen giggled helplessly, gritting his teeth in defiance. He would not give in. He would not. “S-Spohohohohoilers, Senku.”

Senku paused a moment. Then he went right back into tickling Gen silly, smirking down at him. “Very well, mentalist. I can do this all day.”

7) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Do you want a massage?” Gen asked Senku, eyeing him worriedly as he reached back to massage his own neck.

“M’fine,” Senku muttered, rolling his shoulders and moving to get to his feet.

Gen was behind him in a flash, pushing down on his shoulders to keep him sitting down. “You’re not. You’re overworking yourself. Let me help.”

“I don’t need—” But Gen was already kneading into the tense muscles of his shoulders and neck, and Senku let out a loud groan before he could stop it, leaning his head back against Gen’s stomach. “Ugh, fine, you win this round.”

Gen smiled sadly, working at undoing the tension in the scientist’s shoulders, shaking his head at him. “You really do work too much. You need to take breaks.”

“No one else can do what needs to be done.” Senku sighed. “Well, probably Chrome could, if I instructed him in enough detail. But you and I are the only people here who remember the old world, and no offense, but I don’t think you know how to make a cell phone off the top of your head.”

Gen shrugged. “No, but my point still stands.” He blinked as one of Senku’s hairs fell away from the rest. He’d never seen it do that before. When he moved to brush it away, Senku gasped sharply and scrunched his neck, immediately wincing. “Senku, don’t do that!”

“I couldn’t help it,” the scientist snapped, lowering his voice to a mumble. “It tickled.”

Gen blinked again. He lightly brushed a finger along the back of Senku’s neck, smiling when a giggle slipped out. “You have a ticklish neck?” Senku twisted his head to try and get away, but in doing so Gen’s fingers brushed his ear instead, making him squeal. “You have ticklish ears?!”

Senku tried to stand up. “Let me go—” But Gen was already scribbling his fingers over the scientist’s ticklish spots, and Senku couldn’t stop the soft laughter that bubbled out of him at the touch. “Gehehehehehen!”

“This,” Gen said, beaming, “is officially the most adorable thing I’ve seen since breaking out of that rock. I can’t wait to have all kinds of fun with this information~”

8) Lee Chrome, Ler Ukyo

“I’m not ticklish!” Chrome declared bravely, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest.

Ukyo blinked at him. “Okay.”

“Really, I’m not.”

“Okay.”

Chrome narrowed his eyes. “You believe me?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Hey! I’m telling you, I’m not ticklish!”

“Sure.”

“Well? Test me if you don’t believe me, you know-it-all!” Chrome challenged, immediately wishing he’d kept his big mouth shut when Ukyo’s eyes suddenly went from uninterested to mischievous. He stepped back. “A-Actually, maybe don’t test me—”

But Ukyo was already on him, leaping up and wrapping his legs around his waist, using the force of his jump to tackle Chrome to the ground. Once there, he found purchase in the scientist’s underarms and dug in.

Chrome instantly broke into frantic cackles, kicking his legs wildly behind the archer. “N-No, wait, stohohohohohohop!”

“You’re the one who told me to test you,” Ukyo said with a sly grin. “And you said you weren’t ticklish, which you clearly are. Liar.”

“Okahahahahay, okay, plehehehehehease!”

“Why did you say that? You had to know I was going to learn the truth eventually.”

“I juhuhuhuhust wahahahanted to sound cool!” Chrome admitted through his giggles, squirming desperately on the ground. “Plehehehease!”

Ukyo chuckled, shaking his head as he climbed off the brunette, offering him a hand once he was back on his feet. “You’re ridiculous.”

9) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome

“Your laugh is so cute,” Chrome teased a giggling Ukyo, easily keeping up with him as he tried to roll away over and over again. “Aww, is someone ticklish? If I’d known about this when you captured me I’d have been able to get away easily!”

Ukyo couldn’t even reply for how hysterical he was. Fingers just kept finding his sides, his belly, his ribs, even his underarms and neck, and all of it was flustering him more than he cared to admit. Curse Chrome and his incessant chatter. The teasing was only making this worse!

“Nothing to say? That’s fine by me. I’m content to hear you laugh all day if you’re willing to indulge me.”

Finally the archer found his voice just long enough to sputter, “N-Nohohohoho!”

“No? But you’re not asking me to stop. I assumed you liked this. Am I wrong?” Chrome grinned, knowing full well Ukyo couldn’t answer when he was giggling helplessly like this. “Well? Better speak up or I’ll end up tickling you until sunset.”

The sun had only just come up! Ukyo whined, rolling onto his back to try and grab the scientist’s wrists, but doing so only left him more open, and Chrome ended up straddling him instead, ensuring he wouldn’t roll away anymore. “Gahahahahaha! Nohohohohoho, Chrome!”

“But your laugh is so adorable.” Chrome winked at him, continuing to tickle him lightly but relentlessly. “I want to hear it all day long~”

10) Switches Senku and Chrome

“There’s one thing I’m better at than you!” Chrome said, coming up behind Senku. “Want to know what it is?”

Senku spared him a brief, uninterested glance. “There are plenty of things you’re better at than me. But if you insist, do tell.”

For a moment Chrome was thrown by the compliment, but then he found his resolve. “I can handle being tickled longer than you.”

Senku froze for a brief moment, then turned and smirked at him. “I’m not sure if that’s a challenge or an invitation, but either way, you can forget it. I’ve no interest in finding that out. I’ll take your word for it.”

Chrome had expected some kind of resistance – maybe even flustered backpedaling – but Senku practically owning up to it himself? That he hadn’t seen coming. “Dude, seriously? You’re just going to let me accuse you of being too ticklish to handle more than a few seconds?”

“It’s an honest accusation.”

“Well…shoot. I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do, then.”

“What—?” Senku turned just as Chrome lunged for him, grabbing onto his waist and squeezing his hips. “GAH!! Chrohohohome, I just sahahahaid—!”

“I know, but like…you can’t just own up to it! At least try to bluff back at me.”

“Thehehehehere’s no point! It’s illohohohogical to deny it!” Senku grabbed his wrists but was too weak to do anything more than hold them. “Stohohohohop, I hahahahave work to dohoho!”

“Seriously.” Chrome quirked a brow at him. “You’re not going to tickle me back to see if I’m right?”

“I sahahahaid I’d tahahahake your word fohohohor it!”

Chrome shrugged, letting him go with a smile. “All right, then. That didn’t go the way I was expecting, but at least—”

Senku pounced right back, shoving him against the lab table and tickling his underarms with deadly precision. Chrome shrieked with laughter. “NONONO OKAY I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY, SEHEHEHENKU!!”

“Well, would you look at that?” Senku chuckled, grinning wickedly. “You can’t handle being tickled longer than me.”

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