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don’t even bother ft. aventurine x gn!reader — just something short bcs his va is too good at his job and him voicing that post made me go oh wow! warnings cursing, clingy aven and reader in denial about their feelings, one suggestive joke, badly written Sorry! this is very much dedicated to nour enjoy ur bf

The light of the sun indicates that the day has started much longer ago than you had originally thought. You cling onto sleep, nevertheless, not at all fond of the idea of facing the day properly.

“Alright. I understand.”

There isn’t need for any context for you to get that the second disruption of your attempts at going back to dreamland is a call concerning work, of all things. The clear exhaustion and barely concealed frustration in Aventurine’s voice as he speaks to the person on the other end of that call indicates he probably feels the same as you.

Irritated enough to go back to sleep immediately after hanging up.

“Let’s schedule the interview for today.” he says, sounding like he’s stretching. Oh, great. He’s decided to be professional and get up. You hear him heave a long sigh, probably after hanging up, and blindly try to reach for him.

“No.” you mumble, frowning slightly. Aventurine hums, seemingly surprised, then chuckles.

“Hm? No?” he repeats, and leans down. You open your eyes enough to see him cover the painful rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. He looks at you and tilts his head with a smile, “Not even a hello, huh? You’re so polite.” his voice drips with sarcasm.

You try to press your palm to his face but he grabs your wrist before you can, laughing. He presses closer to you and leans his forehead to your shoulder. “No what?” he asks, whispering. You don’t appreciate the chill that runs down your spine. He’s so close.

“No to leaving before me. I heard that call.”

He smiles against your neck before pulling back to look at you. “Who says I’m leaving?” he huffs softly, “I was just trying to sound awake, okay? And since when were you this clingy?”

“I’m the same as usual,” you complain, turning to lay on your back, “I just don’t want to be kicked out become the actual room’s owner isn’t here, is all. It’s a pain to deal with.”

He’s right. You’re not a clingy person. In fact, you don’t usually find yourself sleeping in the same bed as anyone, no matter how close you are to them. This is just… A rare occurence.

You and Aventurine getting one too many drinks at a nearby bar, you realizing you didn’t get yourself a hotel room prior to the whole ordeal, and crashing in his luxury bedsheets before he could protest.

And the worst part of it? You slept well.

In any case, the problem was that the warmth of someone by your side as you slept felt much more comforting than you’d expected it to be. Maybe it was just the previous night’s drinks residue blurring your thoughts. Maybe that’s what made you say no to him potentially leaving before you could actually process it.

Maybe it’s just because it’s him, and you never really mind him being so close to you.

He sighs and moves over your figure, planting his arm at the side of your head to hover over you. “You’re an awful liar. You wouldn’t last at poker.”

“Enlighten me. What the hell am I lying about?”

“This.”

He smiles, and it somehow makes you all the more aware of the distance between the two of you. It’s not nerve-wracking but it’s not uncomfortable. And it’s not comfortable, either, but it’s somewhere there in the middle. It’s on that line that makes your head struggle to keep up and that’s more than enough to tell you how badly you’re handling what should be a routine, by now. This is nothing new, come on.

“Who am I lying to…?” you continue.

He scoffs. “Yourself. I can practically see the gears turning inside your head. It’s almost cute.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “Almost.”

He smiles to himself but doesn’t add more, moving away from you. He breathes out tiredly as he leans back against his pillows, a hand moving to cover his eyes. “You should get the higher-ups to call for a room for you. No one’ll bother you then.”

“You’re the higher-ups, do it yourself, you have the funds.” you imitate a robotic-sounding voice, then sigh, “That’s what they’ll tell me.”

“Mm, will they, now?”

You look at him. Only then do you notice the sun on his skin, his slightly messed up bangs, and the one button holding that cursed hotel pajamas top. You press your eyes shut with half a mind to hold back an annoyed groan. Don’t look at him like that, you repeat in your head.

You and Aventurine are friends. He likes to tease and flirt but that’s just how he is, so there’s really nothing more to it. You work as a negotiator for a group who frequently deals with the IPC’s offers and request for help to convince people of their grandiose plans. And Aventurine is arguably very high-up in the ranks of the IPC. It’s a wonder you even became friends, but it has been a long while now. A long while of bantering, clinging into each other just a bit too much, and listening to the other’s stories the very few times either of you actually opened up.

— Most of those times being after drinks. Nevertheless, it counts for something.

But you’ve never seen him in this kind of light. In sunlight! You’re not seeing him in any kind of new light at all. It’s just a different atmosphere than what you’re used to around him. You’ve spent time talking for hours at quiet bars or helping each other out in the most chaotic situations, but it’s never been this.

It’s so… calm.

But your phone rings. You sigh heavily before you grab it and answer the call. “Hello?” You barely get to properly register who called you before the voice of your senior at work starts complaining in your ear. You grimace.

Aventurine stares at you curiously.

“… This is really last-minute. Seriously?” you say, then wait for an answer. Seems like you’re needed somewhere again. But calling you saying to get to a location one system hour later is just… “Fine, I’ll— I said fine. I’ll be there. Yeah. Yes, sir.”

You hang up. Quiet daydream’s over.

“Turns out I’m gonna need to leave, anyways.” you mutter, sitting up. You suddenly become very aware of how comfortable it was simply laying there talking with Aventurine. Now that you’re faced eith your usual duties and loud coworkers, you’re forced to realize just how soothing the man’s presence is in comparison.

You feel a hand on your arm. It’s warm on your skin, holding some remains from the sun’s touch. You turn your head to see Aventurine’s fingers trailing down slightly, seemingly in thought. “How about…” he trails off, brows furrowing.

“How about?”

He looks up at you and grins before pulling you back into him, wrapping his free arm around your waist swiftly. You end up much closer to his face than either of you had anticipated but you don’t move away, and neither does he.

“How about we take a day off?” he whispers.

You try to say something but no word comes to mind. Aventurine stares at you for a while and you notice his gaze flitting down your face for a flicker of a second before he grabs your arm more firmly and pulls you closer, leaving you no room to even attempt thinking. “Hm?”

“I, you… Fuck you.” is the only response you manage to get out of your throat, and even that sounds half-hearted. It almost sounds like a question, even. You have to blame it on the exhaustion. You brain’s not cooperating, right now.

“Are you offering?”

Now he’s done it. You manage to grab his pillow from underneath his head to swat it at him, making him exclaim in surprise and soon yell for mercy. “Okay, hold on, hear me out, I’m sorry!”

You lower the pillow, looking down at him. You’ve been close before but straddling him’s a new one. Outside of fighting, that is. Maybe this counts as fighting.

“Good Heavens.” he huffs, hair at least ten times messier than it was before, “Okay. That was unnecessary.”

“False. Deserved.”

“…Perhaps.” he clicks his tongue, and carefully picks his pillow from your hands, like it’s a gun threatening to fire at him. “But that was no answer to my offer. Shall we take a vacation?”

“You get to decide when your vacation is?”

His sigh sounds nothing short of exasperated. “Just play along, will you? If you do, I’ll find a way to cover for both of us.” he says, fingers touching your face for who-knows-why. His eyes focus back on yours and he raises his eyebrows questioningly.

You’re not going to immediately say yes.

“Fine. Full blame’s on you if my boss kills me.”

He laughs, seemingly pleased with your answer.

“Then rest.” he says quietly, pulling you against his chest. You tense for a while, then relax. Now the sun is on your skin, too, and its warmth almost seems to beckon you back into sleep. Or is it his arms wrapped around you? You can’t tell.

Maybe the world feels a bit less harsh and cold when Aventurine is with you, and maybe you just shouldn’t bother questioning it.

AAAAHHHHH KAZUHA IDOL AU

YEARNING 4 YOUR LOVE — kaedehara kazuha smau

— 💭 SYNOPSIS : Rising boy group ; 6REEZE has recently released “6REEZE RECS” which is an album to showcase each member's skills. Though, fans drew attention on their member Kazuha for his solo track & it's lyrics. The issue spreads, and the agency tries to contact the person he refers as the inspiration. While they do so, the used to be misunderstanding was now being resolved.

GENRE + PAIRING : idol kazuha x casual listener reader! (she/they prns used for reader). fluff, kinda angst, modern au, kpop idol au.

WARNINGS : swearing, warnings will be provided in each parts!

TAGLIST : open ^^

🐇'S LOVE NOTES : junhui & wayv will be used as the portrayers of kazuha & 6reeze. forgive me for any mistakes & lmk immediately! this was also highly inspired by bangchan's "i hate to admit it." will update 2x a week!

profiles : ayakazens | no bitches, no porsche

ACT 1. — “I drew you, even in my dreams.” 

P.1 = help your leader out

P.2 = lmao im dead

P.3 = pass the message

P.4 = #6REEZE_RECS Live! (♬)

P.5 = “who’s your inspiration?”

P.6 = nah jit trippin’

P.7 = explain yourself … (♬)

P. 8 = kongqhis detective conan era

P.9 = sibling talk! (♬)

P.10 = hello, this is TEYVAT ent. 

ACT 2. — “what has changed before I know it?”

tba ...

ACT 3. — “i don't know if I can comeback”

tba ...

Husband!Aventurine x Reader

Synopsis : you sleep on the couch after an argument

Warning : soft aventurine

Arguments between you two were rare but not non-existant. A particularly harsh day at work for you and him resulted in you two snapping at each other over little things. Usually when one had a bad day the other would calm them down but today just wasn't the case.

You wiped your hands after washing the dishes. Only yours since Aventurine refused to eat. He wasn't hungry. Genuinely. But the situation and frustration inside you made you think otherwise.

'He just wanted to avoid me and didn't want to eat with me.' You thought, exiting the kitchen, your eyes falling on the empty couch. 'If he desires to be alone so much I guess I'll just fulfill his wish.'

You went into the bedroom, taking your pillow and blanket as you made your way back to the couch, crossing Aventurine's figure as bathroom's door opened, steam escaping as he looked at your form disappearing into the hallway.

'Where are they going with that?' He wondered, watching your figure making the set up for the night as you laid down.

'Do they not even want to sleep in the same bed as me anymore....?' He wondered, feeling disheartened.

He eventually went to bed, thinking it's best to give you some space if that's what you wanted. It was somewhere between two or three at night when your eyes opened to the noise of footsteps and rustling, coming face to face with a Aventurine carrying a pillow in his arms.

"Aven? What are you doing here? " You asked, sitting up groggily as he crouched down, sitting on his knees as he dropped the pillow, hugging your waist.

"Please come back to bed Treasure. I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I can't fall asleep without you. I need you with me. " He mumbled as he pushed his face further into your tummy.

Your eyes softened, "I'm not mad anymore Aven " Your voice was gentle as your fingers threaded through his sandy hair. He looked up, his eyes almost sparkling, "Really?"

You chuckled

"Yes really"

Aventurine Masterlist

Masterlist

Written by yours truly

make my way back (to you)

synopsis: after an argument that leaves doubts about the future of the relationship, the last thing you expected was your boyfriend rin coming to your doorstep to apologize.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 1k | warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff, making up after an argument, implied exes to lovers (?)

notes: hey guys! this fic is inspired by this list of kiss prompts, where @ode2rin chose prompts number 3, 11 and 38 for our bbg rin. i really wanted to try this out and mimi was kind enough to help by choosing some prompts <3 i dedicate this to you, mimi, hope you like it!

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“i’m sorry.”

to say you were shocked was an understatement. 

out of all the things itoshi rin could ever say to you, this was the last option you would expect. after eight months of dating, you were well aware that rin was not the type of person to apologize — mostly, he would pretend nothing happened and try to move on with your life as a couple, even if that usually rubbed salt in your wounds. 

though you could only endure so much of this behavior, and one day the thread finally snapped. the argument was the worst you ever had, leaving both of you with sore throats, teary eyes and doubt about the aftermath of your relationship.

so it was quite a shock to see him on a saturday night at your doorstep, all sweaty and breathing heavily as if he just ran there. you were sitting snugly in your pajamas, watching your comfort show on the tv with a tub of ice cream, trying really hard not to think if your relationship would still continue, when the doorbell rang and revealed such a sight. 

“i’m sorry,” he says again, breaking you from your stupor.

“rin, what are you doing here?” you finally find your voice to ask. “i thought you said…”

“i was wrong,” he interrupts, and your jaw drops again. not only was he apologizing, but recognizing his mistakes? 

he must see the incredulous look on your face, because he sighs and pinches the space between his brows with his fingers. this was way harder than it looked.

“i know what you’re thinking,” he continues, “but at the end, the answer is always the same: i love you.” your breath hitches. “i love you so much that i rather sacrifice my pride and overcome my fear of vulnerability than lose you because i can’t fucking apologize. and i’m shit at it, i know, but i’m… i’m trying. for you.”

your fingers that still hold the doorknob tremble, and you are pretty sure your eyes are welled up with unshed tears. you never thought this day would come, but here it was. 

rin was trying, and that was all you ever wanted from him. 

“i should have said earlier. all those times we argued and i was wrong, i… i should have said i was sorry, because i was. every time. i just didn’t— shit, i didn’t know how. i still don’t.”

he laughs a little, but it sounds strangled and full of pain. you decide you don’t like it. “maybe this is terrible, but i really hope it’s the thought that counts—”

“rin,” it’s your time to interrupt. his body goes stiff and he goes silent, gulping. 

“yeah?” it’s a meek little sound. he thinks it’s a bit pathetic.

but then you lunge forward, lacing your arms around his neck. your voice is nothing but a breathy demand when you say, “kiss me.”

and rin finally feels like he can breathe again. 

his left hand holds your waist tightly, as if you could disappear at any moment, and his right one cups your cheek in a loving gesture that leaves your legs trembling. then, his mouth is on yours, delicate, gentle, like you are the most precious thing he has the pleasure to hold. 

he kisses you like he’s scared to let go, prodding his tongue inside your mouth wanting to commit your shape to memory, twirling through every crevice and corner he can find. he is licking your lips like a man starved, sighing with ecstasy every time they welcome him further, because rin knows you are the closest thing to paradise he will ever find and that he’s not worthy of such heaven.

and he really hopes his kiss can convey everything he can’t manage to say. that you can feel on every inch of his plump lips that they are only meant to say your name, and that his tongue only wants to feel your taste. 

you do. 

when you finally part, faces flushed and breaths short, the smile that adorns your face is enough to soothe any of rin’s concerns, and he can’t help the little whisper of “i love you,” that comes out of his mouth before giving yours one last peck, chaste and full of veneration.

“i love you, too,” you say, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “and i forgive you.”

rin sighs in relief, “thank god.”

your giggle is like music to his ears, and he feels his heart grow tenfold with the way you’re shining under the dim moonlight. sometimes rin believes you can not be from this earth, because only something unworldly could make him feel so full of love to the point he could barely breathe.

you step inside your apartment, bringing him with you. “let’s go to bed, shall we?” your words are slightly laced with sleepiness, and he thinks you’re adorable; so ethereal even with your slightly disheveled hair, so he only nods. together, you walk the familiar path towards your bedroom, where you lay in bed and melt in each other’s arms.

it’s a little bit like a puzzle, you think, the way you and rin fit so well. it makes you feel safe and relaxed, and there is no other place in this world you’d rather be. it’s no surprise you fall asleep so quickly.

your eyes are already closed, but he whispers nevertheless, “goodnight, baby”. 

when morning comes and the sun seeps through the blindfolds, rin can feel you even before he opens his eyes. your groggily murmur his name, and then your lips touch his nose. 

“not your lips.” he can hear you pouting. “mornin’, baby.”

you try again, eyes closed, trying to find his mouth by tracing his face with your nose. you kiss his cheek, his chin and even the corner of his lips until rin finally has enough. 

even without seeing you, his mouth makes its way to yours easily, just like rin would always make his way back to you.

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

rainbows, sunshine ⋆˚✿˖°

pairing: gn!reader x sakusa kiyoomi

content: fluff, high school, no established relationship, no warnings really (unless you consider being awake before 8 am triggering)

also this is the first oneshot i’ve written in like 4 years, any constructive criticism or advice is greatly appreciated :)

you found yourself not being able to fall asleep. minutes turn into hours and before you know it, the time on your phone reads 6:45am.

you decided it would be pointless to go to sleep now so you got up and started to get yourself ready for class early.

you grab your bag and start walking to school as the sun is hardly high enough to light up the outdoors. you took in all the scenery around you, usually you aren’t awake this early. it’s peaceful and quiet out.

when you get to school the main building is closed for about another couple hour so you begin your journey to find a nice place to sit down and read. you settle on a bench outside the gym. by the time you’ve settled down on the bench you noticed the bench provided a perfect view of the sunrise. you didn’t even have time to pull out any of your books before you were interrupted by a masculine voice

“what are you doing here?” he says snapping you out of the trance the sunrise put you in

“i was just looking for a quiet place to sit” you said looking up at him.

he was wearing a tshirt and sports shorts, his hair was wet with what you assumed to be sweat yet he didn’t smell sweaty at all. the rising sunlight illuminated his pale skin just enough for you to see small beads of sweat sitting on his forehead in spots his hair didn’t cover.

“this is my bench” he said flatly.

you looked over at your bag preparing to pick it up until he stopped you with his words.

“scoot over” he said sitting next to you.

it was silent for a moment while you both watched the sunrise, until you decided to speak up and break it.

“so, are you here for volleyball practice?” you asked, even though the answer seemed pretty obvious.

“practice doesn’t start for another hour, i just come early to practice extra” he said cracking open a vending machine drink. “i also just like watching the sunrise, is that why you’re here?” he says looking over at you with a face you couldn’t exactly read.

“i guess so” you lied “are you okay?” he asks leaning forward to be in your field of view “you look like you just saw a ghost” he says with a hint of concern in his voice.

you finally admit to him that you didn’t get much sleep last night and only came in so early since you were awake already.

“wow, that’s rough. i bet you could get a nap in before classes start if you really wanted to though” he said before looking down on the floor next to him and picking up a second drink.

“here, i usually drink two of these but i don’t think ill finish them today, you look like you could use it more than me anyway”. he said cracking the seal of the drink for you so you could open it easier.

you thanked him and read the label of the drink before taking a sip.

“watching the sunset is pretty relaxing, i bet that would help you fall asleep”. he said before looking back up at the sky, the sun a little higher than it was before.

“now that you mention it i am feeling a little more tired than i was earlier” you let out a yawn and got a little more comfortable on the bench. before you knew it you were falling in and out of sleep zzz. you were so tired you found yourself laying your head on his shoulder. you quickly caught yourself and jumped up.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to-“ you began to apologize before he cut you off. he put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you back onto his shoulder

“it’s ok, just go to sleep while you can”. he said calmly “i have to shower after practice anyway” he mumbled after that. you chose to ignore his last comment as you quickly fell back asleep, missing the last few minutes of the sunrise.

after what felt like a few seconds, you opened your eyes to him lightly shaking your shoulder.

“hey, hey wake up, i have team practice in a second”. he said as you slowly sat up.

“oh, i’m sorry for falling asleep on you”

“it’s ok, i’m sakusa by the way”

he laughed a bit, realizing he let you sleep on him before you even knew each others names. you shared your name with him after.

he stood up to make his way back to the gym and looked back at you one last time.

“let’s meet here again soon”

a/n: bear with me guys. this is my first time writing anything other than headcanons since i was like 13 and in the midst of my delusion crazy haikyuu phase. im a little rusty since ive recently been brought back to earth so let me know if this is good or not, i know it could def use so work 😭

SOMEDAY, MY PRINCE WILL COME!

“did you hear? nmakii hit 700!” “…oh it’s also almost valentines.”

— happy valentines!! i got inspired by my school’s play and immediately had to do this UGHHHH so good

instruction manual:

pick a blue lock character + a disney princess!

send it in as a request

thats it. i didnt know what else to put here

i mean maybe hopefully well known princesses cause im ngl idk some stories like the story of the black cauldron

queue:

something there — itoshi s. x beauty and the beast

kiss the girl — bachira m. x the little mermaid

an endless diamond sky — kaiser m. x aladdin

once upon a dream — itoshi r. x sleeping beauty

a girl worth fighting for! — itoshi r. x mulan

now that i see you — chigiri h. x tangled

one jump ahead — mikage r. x aladdin

honor to us all — itoshi s. x mulan

tale as old as time — isagi y. x beauty and the beast

when we’re human — kaiser m. x princess and the frog

so this is love? — karasu t. x cinderella

for the one i love — yukimiya k. x snow white

one love, only for you — ness a. x snow white

as the sun will rise — kaiser m. x beauty and the beast

make a man out of you? — chigiri h. x mulan

the gift of song — niko i. x sleeping beauty

lavender blue — hiori y. x cinderella

sleeper build omiomi 😷💪✨

What gets the two top models of Japan and a streamer to start dating? Obviously it's being shipped with someone you hate and a stalker! Wait what?

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Suna Rintaru are the top two male models of Japan, they're also a couple known to be poly. Something their fans are using to ship them with someone they hate. Y/n L/n, a growing streamer, has a stalker. She would do anything for a sense of safety. Hence a Not fake dating fake dating scheme.

The Main Cast

Part One: Well, now you know!

Part Two: Ground Rules

Part Three: Who's Pixie?

Part Four: Tonight

Part Five: Matching Banners

Part Six: Only a Whole Would Say That

Part Seven: Chia (Warning: Stalker heaving)

Part Eight: [Redacted]

Tbc...

Originally I was going to take a break from posting for a bit since I had to get a new phone, none of my smau stuff transfered. But then i started reading haikyuu smaus because i ran out of DC ones and the parasites would not let me rest until I made this :) Please save me.

This series is inspired by @/idlerin 's series Nonsense, Ikarus Incident, and love sick as well as @/lenaariewrld 's series Dream Girl

Make sure you go read them if you haven't!!! They're so good!!

Taglist:

@mysteriousballer1na @punkhazardlaw @3lectraheart @yuminako @soobinsbreadscrumbs @rebirthbunbun @ast4rg1rl @sp1ng @m3lonss @diorzs @mimisweetz @theycallmenanamisgirl

My Therapist will her about this😿

the doctor and his love w a terminally ill patient

a/n: this is when he was in the akademiya, he's referred to as zandik, weird formatting ＿|￣|○

what an irritating, irritating school. there was no reason his major requires him to oversee mere patients who were a breath away from death. what good would that do in aiding him with his research??

he trails behind the rest of the group, all obnoxiously eager and anxious to meet their matched patient. his eyes glare over his assigned patient's name. what a ridiculous waste of his time.

he laid eyes on your figure for the first time, resting on a bed placed much farther than the rest.

'she's in the worst condition out of everyone' 'theres no hope for someone in her condition'

dottore had done nothing to comfort you over the whispers that traveled to your ears despite the minimal effort of trying to hide them. he did nothing to assist you when you tried to rise and greet him properly, thanking him for his time during the remainder of your life.

it was routine; everyday he would travel to the bimarstan, take your vitals, then leave. the silence that he had placed between the two of you were always broken by your mindless chatter, which never lasted too long - you didn't have enough energy to talk for long periods, he never stayed long enough to let you.

you had an irritating tendency though.

despite your frail body, nothing stopped you from wandering out where you shouldn't be, somehow able to avoid the eyes of the nurses who keep watch.

"you should not be out here."

"i'm aware. i just wanted to see the world with my eyes one more time." your back is turned to his, rested next to the artificial pools in the building. next to your body lies a bird, thoroughly soaked with little breath escaping from it's frame.

"you should have left it alone. it's bound to die, that's how fate has decided it's course."

"fate cannot predict everything. even the tiniest ant can choose to defy destiny if they have the will to live."

he's silent, until the bird begins to stir, flapping its wings frantically until it takes flight, traveling heights that humans would never reach. you're already facing him by the time he turns back.

"see?"

he's not sure when the shift in your relationship had happened. it was no longer painstaking to trek up to the medical wing to monitor your condition, it was no longer bothersome to spare some of his time to stay by your side.

you were no longer lonely. you knew that even if it appeared as if he were blocking out your words, he listened to every single one. he would bring in souvenirs - mechanics he had made out of spare parts, bringing the outside world to you.

"stop sneaking outside. one day the nurses are going to drop dead at the recurring sight of your empty bed."

you had laughed, patting the space beside you, where he had sat down with no further comments.

"well, they should know i have a skillful doctor who will find me every time, hmm?"

his first mistake was believing that he didn't harbor any attachments when he happened upon your figure, aided by another scholar holding up your precious body at your side, a place that should be solely his.

"do not touch her. she is my patient."

he was pleased at the way you brightened up, swiftly attempting to leave the irrelevant man's side, opening your arms to wait for him to hold your figure to lean against him, your safe haven.

his second mistake was believing that these moments were to last for eternity. his eye traced the daily reports of your vital signs, clearly dwindling to dangerous levels by day. you were no longer able to leave the bed, barely able to stay awake for most of the day.

"zandik" your sweet voice had called out. your arms weakly waved around in the air, until you felt his arm brush against yours. "let me see your eyes."

you were afraid of only seeing darkness, he knew. you liked how his eyes shines a certain crimson shade, your favorite color, he knew. you wanted to be able to feel a presence beside you, he knew.

he let his face rest between your sacred hands, letting you observe his face illuminated by the glow of the moonlight. a moment only between the two of you, before slumber would take you away once more.

he would not let these be the last moments he had with you.

his schedule suddenly switched - no longer was he interested in his old research progress. countless days, hours, minutes, seconds; all spent on the human body and lifespan. when you were asleep, he immersed in every material he could get his hands on. his time was limited, but there was no chance he was going to fail to find a cure. he never has.

and that was his third mistake, believing that he was able to procure a cure within time to save the only life that had mattered.

at first, anger had coursed through his body. how dare you leave his side and go to a place where he could not follow?

he let out a humourless laugh as he stared at your lifeless body in his arms, not a single sign of life coursing through your veins. his own life had slipped through his fingers right in front of his eyes. what a mockery to his fate.

if he could not follow you, then he would just have to do everything to bring you back to his side.

IM IN CLASS RIGHT NOW TRYING NOT TO GIGGLE

hiya!!! I've been thinking about love languages for awhile:

What do you think is the love languages of aventurine and sunday? Giving and receiving!!

Would be nice to hear your thoughts :3

Hello dear inbox visitor!! Ive been thinking of a while to do those alphabet love language or relationship sfw alphabet thingies egarding a few characters, mainly because i think its fun hehe, but yess this is an idea ive thought about before

Aventurine strikes me as the touch starved kind. You won't exactly catch on cause he's subtle with it in the beginning as to not overwhelm you + his hesitance on being vulnerable, but when you confront him about it, he just sheepishly laughs and continues on like normal... and then he's the clingiest person you've ever known. He's very inistent with physical affection as his main love language. Gift giving is a close second! He probably would love showering you with stuff. Gifts are always bound to be extravagant. But I imagine ones that he gets on very special occasions like anniversaries or birthdays are more on the sentimental side. I imagine they'd be handcrafted, and have tinges of his own taste intertwined in them. Regardless, if his heart is completely bare to you, you'll never go a day doubting his love.

Sunday on the other hand,is more mellow. I think his main love language would be mainly quality time and words of affirmation, but there's also a tinge of physical affection in there. He strikes me as the kind who would just like hanging out with you in silence or have you around in his office while he does some paperwork, when he has nothing else to supervise. Words of affirmation is more on the down-low, but after a while it's easy to catch onto it – I imagine he cherry-picks his words to compliment you or praise you or comfort you, he's very specific with what he says, so it feels very genuine (and it is). Physical touch is subtle – he'll hold your hand gently all the time, maybe a hand on your shoulder and have you relax against him while both of you are seated. I imagine he wants to feel that you're "really there" physically, so he keeps the physical contact minimal, but constant. He's not averse to it, thankfully.