The Perfect Pair.

the perfect pair.

ft. akito shinonome

soft moments with your stubborn asshole of a boyfriend

n. gyaru!reader, fluff, reader gender's not specified, but the clothes/makeup described are meant to be gyaru/kogal

Akito was a total ass. Not in the pervy way like other boys your age, but he was just so damn stubborn and hotheaded, refusing to listen to anyone ever.

Sometimes, he blew up at you when he needed someone to blame, which often had you crying to An or Mizuki after school. It was a mystery to them; why did you stay with him when he always broke your heart like that?

What they didn't see was how sweet he could be to you.

The way his hands trembled so subtly as he wiped away your running eyeliner, a muscle ticking in his jaw with guilt. He tried to reassure you the best he could without his pride getting in the way, but he stumbled and stuttered, trying to tame his words.

For the week following his mistake, he came to your house every morning just to redraw the eye makeup he ruined that day. As if walking you to school every day wasn't enough.

On his way home, he always brought you to the cafés that Ena always bugged him to visit, using the money he'd put aside from his part-time job to buy you whatever you wanted. You always insisted on bringing home some cheesecake for her, much to his dismay.

He never tried to charm you like he would to strangers or acquaintances; he could barely speak straight because he liked you so much.

On the contrary, he spoke in snarky comments or shy, grumbled compliments.

"You're so irresponsible," he would tease you, lowering to one knee to tie your laces or fix your leg warmers.

"What are you, five?" He snickered, leaning forward to wipe the crumbs from your lips.

"Yeah, I said you're cute. Don't pretend you don't know!" His face was priceless.

And God, was his sister annoying about you. Always with the nagging and scolding when he did something wrong. He dresses wrong for a date? She's on his ass about it.

But he was still thankful, in a way. The way your eyes lit up at a gift that she had suggested, or when you got all excited after he dressed up to match you on a date... it was thanks to her, though he hated to admit it.

You were definitely a handful to balance, from his job to his passion, but he wouldn't give you up. He tried once but couldn't bear it. His music didn't sound right, he couldn't sleep, and if people thought he was crabby before? It had nothing on him like that.

Before he knew it, you'd become something central in his life. Something he depended on. And even if he couldn't say it, he really did cherish you.

And you cherished him all the same.

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"it's you!"

in a time where things were peaceful, you and yingxing were in love. so in love that jingliu could only fondly shake her head at your antics, a light chuckle escaping her before she dragged him off for more training; so in love that dan feng made a face at your affectionate displays, yet always indulged in your besotted ramblings with his own side of banter; so in love that baiheng would always find moments to coo and tease at you both when you thought you hid well, her promises of letting you both continue only caused you to fizzle out in embarrassment; so in love that jing yuan oftentimes playfully gagged when you would so much as hold each other's hands, but he was always your biggest supporter through and through.

"despite everything, it's still you."

in the present, you and blade are on opposing sides, despite your desperate wishes not to be. things won't be the same; they never will be. all you can do is futilely cling onto forgotten memories locked away into the the depths of your mind as you clash swords, his manic-filled crimson glare a far cry from those gentle lilac ones engraved into your very being. and yet — and yet, and yet, and yet — you cannot find it within yourself to bring him harm; not even when he slashes at you with a gaze dripping with nothing but loathing and contempt.

The Dawn's Hospitality (+Art)

Diluc offers you a dinner.

Non-drinker reader, modern AU, non-establish relationship, but Diluc is quite smitten, Adelinde ships you two, i tried to make the outfit as neutral as possible

He will let you grape picking with him.

a little red~ 🩸

How do you think about Aventurine with reader that have personality like Qiqi?

And what will he feel when reader older than him so much? (Basically Reader is more than 500 years old dispite appears look young)

(Hello there! I hope you’re doing well today. Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you like this!)

Warnings: Yandere Aventurine, manipulative behavior, conditioning, using reader’s memory loss to his advantage, I’d also like to clarify that reader is of age, but they’re forgetful and spacey like Qiqi is, that’s the only similarity, also talk of death for the second one

How do you think about Aventurine with reader that have personality like Qiqi?

Aventurine is definitely the type to use your memory loss to his advantage. He’s constantly reminding you that the two of you are lovers, despite knowing very well it’s a complete and utter lie and has been since the very beginning. He remembers the first time you looked at him with that dazed expression of yours, clutching your head in your hand, and asked who he was to you. He felt an adrenaline rush through his entire body at the thought of lying to you and saying he was more than he really was. Qlipoth forgive him because he couldn’t resist the urge to insist he was your partner.

“Me? Ah, well…” What was the most important role he could take in your life? “I’m Aventurine, your fiance~”

Yes, he went straight to telling you that the two of you were engaged to be married, because why wouldn’t he? He wanted you so badly, as much as he could possibly have you. He wanted your everything, to claim you fully and completely. And yes it may be wrong to take advantage of your memory loss like this, but in his eyes, you were just begging for him to lie to you. Looking at him with those adorable vacant eyes of yours, how else was he supposed to respond to your question? Telling you who he really was, an employee of the IPC, who you were so disapproving of? No, no, that was certainly not an option.

He liked things much better this way, without you fighting him, when you blindly accepted his affection and devotion to you. Even if, at times, he noticed you trying to piece together that things weren’t quite right with him and his behavior. Fortunately, you forgot your suspicions of him shortly thereafter. And eventually, after a lot of insistence from him, you remembered him being your fiance as naturally as if it were true. You remembered him. Even when everything else was hazy, he was your one constant. The one who was always by your side no matter what. You even seemed to be enjoying his company these days. How so very lucky he was that he was able to carve a space into your life so easily.

“Hey, um… Aventurine…” You said his name with that soft and empty voice of yours, the one he finds so cute and endearing and sends a shiver down his spine, “I… can’t seem to remember… When is… the wedding day…?”

He embraces you from behind, holding you so closely and begins to kiss at your neck, mumbling softly against your skin, “Mm, it’s in a few weeks, sweetheart~ Are you excited~? Did you pick out what type of flowers you want yet~?” “Yes… I would like… forget me nots…” You admitted quietly, feeling your face get a bit hotter in embarrassment at your confession. “Oh, and why is that~?” He asked, curiosity tinging the usually playful tone of his voice, as if he didn’t already guess the answer. “They symbolize… The promise that… I’ll always remember you…” You said quietly, and he smiled so softly, so sweetly, at your gentle words.

“That’s so sweet of you, I’m so happy~” He can’t hold back the excitement in his voice at your promise to him, it seems he had conditioned you quite well, he was very satisfied with this. “I’ll arrange for a bouquet of those right away~”

And what will he feel when reader older than him so much? (Basically Reader is more than 500 years old dispite appears look young)

(Again, reader is physically of age in this as well, I’m going for something like “immortal darling” with Aventurine)

Aventurine would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little intimidated at your status of immortality, even though he doesn’t mind how much older you are than him and that you lived during a time long before his. He wanted to be with you forever, for you to be his forever, but would that be possible when you were a long life species and he wasn’t?

He enjoyed the stories you told him of everything that you had witnessed in your time, and he would always try to match your stories with one equally as interesting, as if it was a challenge to him. It’s in little moments like these that you forget the fact that you might have to say goodbye to him someday.

But this is far from the first time Aventurine has defied fate. He would find a way to become immortal with you, one way or another. He would take on the greatest gamble yet, defying death itself. No matter what he had to do, no matter what it takes, he would achieve the impossible to stay by your side forever.

After all, life is just one big game to him, and he’s always the final victor. He wouldn’t let even death itself separate the two of you. Your love is eternal, and he will always follow you anywhere you go.

So don’t give up on him yet… Please.

imagine an au where you wake up to a chill seeping through the comfort of your duvet. it's a little unusual. the mornings shouldn't be so cold anymore; did you maybe leave the window open?

a headache blooms along your conscience, and you think that maybe you had one too many drinks out of frustration last night. but, then again, it's not your fault that prickly bastard got on your nerves and made you drink till you passed out. he just has it out for you!

bare arms are draped over your equally bare midriff, its hold around you tightening and— wait. you're NAKED?!

by the speed at which you flipped to your other side, you wouldn't be surprised if you got whiplash. actually, scrap that. maybe the familiar face lying beside you, alongside the marks you barely caught a glimpse of amidst your turn, is more than enough to wish you actually did get it.

"mmh, what's wrong?" he mumbles in all his sleepy glory, clearly disoriented from your sudden movement. a hand rubs against his heavy lids in a feeble attempt to clear out the bleary fog which clings to his vision, one in which blocks the sight of you by default. "you're never up before me in these mornings."

...how did you end up in the bed of your arch-nemesis (self-proclaimed), naked, and— why is he staring at you so affectionately? weren't you just at each other's throats a few hours ago? (figuratively or literally, it doesn't matter. you were at each other's throats all the same.)

(or, you somehow find yourself three years into the future, married to the very same prickly bastard who made you black-out drunk (self-inflicted). and naked (not self-inflicted. probably).)