(1/?) Messy Eater

(1/?) messy eater

"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 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.

taglist ;; @shadestar413 , @shsl-supreme-simp , @spleen-official

Can I request Aventurine with soft and gentle reader?

Reader is soft spoken and a observer, she never show angry or annoyed to everyone. (Sometimes he wonder if you do have those emotions..)

But when Sparkle aka the masked fools, mock him and his origin..

Reader be like: “So you choose death” with dangerous face, enough to make Sparkle trauma for the rest of her life.

Thank you for the request, I had fun writing this one and I finally had an excuse to bully Sparkle /hj 🤲 Evenso I hope you liked it!

Warning : Reader had a slight yandere undertone, bullying (obviously), Reader is Aventurine's wife

You're currently minding your own business, spending some time with your husband in trying questionable things Penacony dreamscapes had to offer. 

“Honey, try this ice cream, it's delicious!” Aventurine shoves the snack in front of your face. You giggled at his antics, pushing the cone away from your face. 

“Really? Your face literally flinches when you take a bite, I'm not sure if what you say is true,” You pinched his soft cheek lightly, earning a lengthy whine from the blond. Aventurine makes the ice cream disappear since he probably doesn't want to finish it too. Spot on. 

“I thought I hid it well,” he leans his face closer to your hand, indulging himself in your soft touches. 

“You still have a long way to go, luv,” 

“Well, well, who thought that the creep actually has bitches?” an unfamiliar voice came from behind you. The two of you instantly turn around the source of sound. Aventurine crosses his arms in front of his chest. You took in his defensive state and you kept your hands on the tip of your shirt. 

“That's kind of improper to say it like that, don't you think? She's my wife,” Aventurine's business smile didn't falter as he proudly introduced you. 

“Wife?! What kind of person would want to marry someone like you?” Sparkle took a good look at you, examining your appearance and your beautiful smile… What the hell… So pretty… 

“You're so pretty… why would you want to marry someone like this pathetic peacock?” you smiled at her question, rubbing your chin with your right hand in the process. 

“Why wouldn't I? He's charming and also rich, I can't see why not,” Aventurine had to hold himself from giggling by how happy your words made him. 

“Charming? Huh, how much did he pay you to say that?” Your face didn't flinch even a bit. 

“Did he force you to marry him because he paid your debt? Poor you! You deserve way better. And if you were to have kids, surely they would have his filthy blood. After all, even when his eyes are pretty, they never went well. Sigonians and their despicable nature should never touch such beauty like yours. So dazzling and well mannered. Did he threaten you with a knife when he proposed to you? Poor, poor thing, I'll help you get away from him if you ask me nicely!” Sparkle cheered, clinging to your arm while Aventurine physically trembled. He can take it if it's all about him, but if you're added to the picture? It won't end well with him. 

“So what do you say? My offer still stands!” The smaller lady giggles happily. You still keep your polite smile but Aventurine can feel that something isn't right. 

“What do I say?” you turn your gaze to her. The atmosphere drops in an instant, but Sparkle didn't choose to back away. 

“So you think this is funny, hmm?” You moved your hand to cup her face, eyes completely blank it could rival the abyss. The masked fool feels shiver down her spine and it's unpleasant. 

“I'm not sure who raised you, but they're doing a terrible job,” The usually pleasant smile turns sinister in such a small time, even Aventurine flinches at the sight. 

“A girl, looking for validation. Changing masks and faces anytime she wants. As expected from the masked fools,” You stroked her cheek so tenderly, in contrast with the venomous tone and piercing gaze. 

“Or were you just looking for attention you never received throughout your life? So unprovoked, picking on a man like you're the most saint of it all. Maybe you should get yourself lobotomized so you can continue your study, consider giving your life some meaning, wouldn't that be pleasant? Want me to help you with that? An eye for an eye,” Aventurine witnessed how the color from Sparkle's face drained down to a ghostly pale, as if she had seen a literal walking corpse in its most gruesome form. 

“You-” The said girl stepped away from your touch, utterly speechless. 

“Do you have anything more to say about Aventurine?” Your smile went back to the usual soft one, as if nothing had happened before. The masked fool ran scurried away from you, leaving the two of you alone. You turned your face back to your husband where he almost jumped away out of surprise. 

“Is something the matter, dear?”

“I think I do need to learn a lot more from you…”

I think Aventurine being afraid of his own wife (in an endearing way, he loves her too much to mess anything up) is somewhat cute I wanna write more about it

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incorrect hsr quotes #2

[name], visibly exhausted, downing more shots than usual: so eventually, i’m like, being nice doesn’t work. being nice gets me stalkers

dan heng, sitting in the nearest table, watching [name]: i kinda feel called out

[name], continuing on: being mean gets me crazy men who are attracted to crazy person

blade, sitting in the same table as dan heng, nodding proudly: yep. i asked them to crush my skull in the other day

[name]: and so, i’m just gonna ignore y’all now

dan heng and blade: sulks after hearing that

jing yuan, who’s been at the same table as dan heng and blade, with a smug grin: aww but pookie🥺

[name], done with their shit: and they liKE THAT TOO! LEAVE ME ALONE❗️❗️

kafka, [name]’s gossip bestie: aww but pookie, you’re living the life

Slave!Aventurine x Reader

A/N : Reen is having another manic episode and she came up with this. 

WARNING : Slavery, may contain minor leaks regarding Aventurine's past, NOT CANON COMPLIANT, obviously, written before 2.1 release, some graphic description of dehumanizing behavior, but there's nothing weird happening between reader and Aventurine, mostly fluff, READER IS SPOILING HIM, psychological trauma, mentions of PTSD (Aventurine)

Word Count : 2,5K

It was the one time you lost yourself on the shady part of the city, and that one time is somehow enough to lead you into this current predicament. 

.・゜゜・

You had just agreed to meet someone. The marketplace’s community group has the set of a certain relic you've been wanting to have and the seller has sent you their coordinate to seal the deal. You swear you had followed the map correctly, but due to the poor signal around the place you are now lost. 

This part of the city is unfamiliar and it gives you the creeps. Following the poorly working navigator seems to only make you even more lost. Just when you were about to give up, an unknown crowd stole your attention and you can't help but to have a peek on what the fuss is all about. 

What a gruesome sight. 

You certainly did not expect to see a young man, his limbs chained to the ground while the resident screams and shouts to him, some even spitting in his direction. They curse at him, something along why he and his kind should've gone extinct long ago. The sight horrifies you greatly and you cannot stand to just sit back and watch this thing happening in front of your eyes. You noticed a mark tattooed to the left part of his neck with the world ‘slave’ and that might just be the cause. But still, none of this treatment is necessary. You don't even know him and what certain ‘race’ they are talking about yet the sight shakes you deeply. You can't possibly go home in peace without doing anything, right? 

With no further calculations, you marched his front while you declared ever so loudly, 

“I'M BUYING HIM!”

.・゜゜・

Everything else happened after that has turned into hazy memories inside your head because you currently have a bigger problem at hand. There goes the relic set you've been wanting to buy. Although you felt grateful that the man is no longer abused, the deed to buy this certain slave comes with rules due to his race. Slave owners are bound to do anything to their possession, that includes them being able to set the slave free. Unfortunately that doesn't apply to him. Not that you have the heart to free him too, it seems that his kind is despised by any person possible and it'll be rough for him. Sigonian, was it? He might end up being caught and tortured again. You shook your head at the thought, nope, not gonna happen. 

Never in your wildest dream you have ever once thought that you'll have a slave inside your house. Let alone yours. This whole situation overwhelms you but then again, you're the one who started it. The man didn't say anything on your way back home. You don't know what to say either. Atmosphere so awkward you can feel yourself getting crushed by it with every second passed. 

“Thank you…” the blonde man mutters just enough for you to hear. His voice hoarse and strained you fear that he might snap his vocal chords if he speaks another word. It caught you by surprise but you quick to answer him, 

“You're welcome!... Please have a seat, I'll fetch you some water!” You scurried to the kitchen to get him a glass of water you've promised. By the time you come back to the living room. He's sitting, kneeling on the floor instead of the couch and your heart stings at the sight. You didn't comment on his actions further and opted to release his cuffed hands before handing him the glass. He shakily grabs the glass before drinking the water in a single gulp. Did they even give him any water back there? 

“I'll get you some more…” you grab his empty glass back to the kitchen. 

He didn't get why you insisted on bringing you more drinks. The man tracked back on when you suddenly came out of nowhere to announce that you're taking him with you. He has his suspicions. Maybe you're an evil scientist that will try to use his body in a way or another, or maybe you're taking him home just to feed him to your dogs. But seeing how you may not fit any of those lists, he keeps himself wondering on what's your purpose in buying him. 

You came back with more water which he savored thoroughly. After he finishes the second glass, you introduce yourself and ask for his name. The man shakes his head in confusion. 

“All the names I have were the names my previous owner gave me…” You shot him a sad look and he has zero idea on what's your problem with him. 

“So… you'd rather have me giving you a new one, or…” 

“It all depends on you, ma’am. I'm just a mere slave.” His words caught you thinking and you decided to give him a new one. His old names may bring bad memories to him too you deduce, so might as well change it. You took your time to look for a name. This is a hard one. Your eyes wander around the living room to see a green colored ornament. It was your favorite, but it'll be weird to call him with the name green. No shit sherlock. Maybe name him after one of your relic sets? That doesn't sit right for a reason. 

Is there any substitute name for the color green? Myrtle… Olive… Teal… Jade… Viridian… Emerald… come on, you need to be more creative! After a few minutes of pondering, you came up with a unique one. At least you think that it's unique. 

“What about Aventurine?”

He seems to light up at the suggestion. 

“Is that… A precious stone?” You didn't think that he'll get that far but you won't want to let him know that your initial idea was from a literal color green. 

“Yeah! I think it suits you!” he seems to warm up to you a tad bit, but the thought is pleasant to you nonetheless. He agreed to the name and you let out a relieved sigh. 

“That settles then! Also would you like some baths? I'll show you to your room,” Thank the aeons you had a spare room in your house. You bought it with your savings in cash. It's a pretty decent and spacious one. The previous owner sold it for a quite low price since they needed instant money. There are some untouched spaces inside the house and you're grateful now that it had a spare room for your new yet unexpected companion. 

You motioned him to follow you and he obeys. You show him around his new room. A single bed, a small study, and a small indoor bathroom. He gaped at the sight. What were the chances of him having a pleasant space for himself to occupy? 

“So… yeah, you can use the bathroom over there. The room is a bit dusty since I never really use it. I'll bring you some clothes and a duster! Please have yourself,” You patted his shoulder lightly before leaving him alone inside the room. By the time he's done cleaning himself, he sure does take his time to leave his body spotless from filth, the blond spotted a pair of clothes, towels, and a duster as you promised. 

Changing to the new set of clothes, he grabs the duster and takes another look around the room. Why are you being so generous towards him? He stares down at the mark adorning his wrists, caused by cuffs he is always forced to wear. Aren't you scared if he's going to kill you? He's sure that by this second, everyone knows how bad and dangerous he is, or are you just plain stupid? 

Aventurine takes the duster to clean the empty room. Your behavior towards him really confuses him. Evenso he still needs to let his guard up because who knows what you are capable of. No normal person will even set a glance at him out of nowhere. 

A knock interrupted his train of thoughts. He immediately went to the door to open it. 

“I've made some dinner, come join me!” You dragged him towards the dining room and the gears on his head started to spin faster. Maybe you really are stupid. 

With that in mind, he started to think that maybe he can use you to achieve greater things in life. Regaining his honor, to help his people that went through the same as him. But the thought stopped when you nudged him to sit on one of the chairs. You sit not too far from him, eating your own share of meal. Aventurine looks at the dish in front of him. He can feel his mouth waters but he can't help but to squint at your oblivious form. What's your deal with him? 

Deciding that thinking with an empty stomach tends to be harder than not, he chooses to help himself. Tasty. Even some of the food he had stolen some time back then didn't rival this dish in front of him. While he savors his meal, he takes in your form once again. It seems that you've changed your attire to a more fancy one. Are you planning to go out? 

As if you can read his mind, you started to speak. 

“I'm going out tonight. Don't know when I'll get back, but just to let you know I'll lock the door for your safety.” Maybe he'll play along with you for a while. 

“Understood.”

“If you're bored there's a small library right next to your room, you can indulge yourself there,”

“I see. Thank you for the kind offer, ma'am” You cringed at the way he calls you that but maybe forcing him to call you by name on his first day around will be weird too. Aeons, everything about these circumstances is so out of place. 

You finished your meal and put it out on the sink. 

“I'll be leaving then. Have a good night rest,” And with that you left him alone inside your humble abode. Why are you out so late at night? Was it your job? What could you be possibly working for? Those questions runs around Aventurine's head. Maybe he'll find out eventually. 

Aventurine feels fatigue coursing through his body. He puts his dishes on the sink. He should do you some favor to show gratitude. With that, he washes the dishes present in front of him. Just a small token of goodwill. He retires back to his room after. The sheet below him feels so heavenly. He never actually gets to sleep on one, so might as well let himself indulge in these newfound luxuries. 

—

Aventurine jolts awake by nightmare the next day. He cautiously looks around the room. Hah. That reminds him, a mysterious lady bought him yesterday and he's now resting in his own personal room. He steps out of bed, feeling bold. A little tour inside the house won't hurt, right? 

The blonde makes a small trip to the living room, only to find your wasted form laying on the cold floor. He squints at the sight as he kneels down to check on your pulse. Thankfully you're still alive. Aventurine couldn't help but to cringe at your so vulnerable state. He can kill you right now if he wants to, and he'll get away with it. He can have your current possession and challenge himself further to test his fortune. He shooks his head at the intrusive thoughts and holds your body up to put you on the couch. Why is he doing this? Even he himself doesn't understand. 

You stirred at his grasp, eyes slowly opening. 

“Aventurine?”

He suddenly stutters, not knowing how to respond or to explain himself. He puts you back down on the couch. 

“I'm sorry ma'am, I thought you passed out on the floor so I moved you up to a warmer place-” 

“Ah- thank you! It happened quite a lot,” Now he's interested. Where were you last night? What could you be doing to the point you exhausted yourself like that? He stays silent though, he has no right to ask you all that. 

“I see. Sorry for the trouble…”

“Aaaanyway, you up for breakfast? I'll go prepare some,” you sat up from the couch. He follows your steps to the kitchen. 

“Do you have any preference? Sweet? Savory?” Why are you treating him like this? Aventurine couldn't help to blurt out of confusion. 

“Are you testing me, ma'am?” He queries and you lifted your eyebrows. 

“Test? What test?”

“If I choose a certain answer that is not to your liking, you'll punish me for it. Or then you'll just let me rot inside my room after-” You frowned at his accusations. Right. He had never experienced such a thing as a normal breakfast like you do. 

“No- no, this is not a test,” You waved your hand in front of him. 

“I was just asking… which one do you want more?” He takes in your genuine gesture. He ponders for a while and now he feels guilty for accusing you like that. You're not like those filthy, money grubbing bastards with a superiority complex. 

“Anything you prefer more, ma'am”

“Come on, I know you wanted something more specific!” 

“Sweet it is,”

“Cool! Do you want to help?”

“.... With pleasure, ma'am”

Aventurine ends up helping you make waffles and cream. This feels so wrong on so many levels, he thought. But in a good way. The two of you spend the morning eating breakfast and Aventurine is at loss. What do you gain from treating him like this? 

“Hmm.. I don't have any more clothes for you. You should go out with me for some shopping!” The thought of meeting other people dreads him. He expected the worst. 

“I'm not sure that's a good idea given my current circumstances, ma'am”

“Ah- your eyes! Hmm… I hate to say this, but what about sunglasses? They should hide your eye color just fine!” he's stunned at the thought. Why do you insist? Isn't this just wasting your time and money? Why are you so fond of him?

“That's… fine by me, ma'am. Although I'm not quite sure why you would go through that much trouble just to give me clothes.”

“Nonsense! With your companion here I just found out that having someone to talk to at home is quite pleasant! I think you deserve something nice,” And with that you left the dining table. Maybe looking for the said sunglasses, he assumes. 

He cannot lie, he dared to think that he could live like this for as long as you want. He owes you so much he can't even start to count. 

Aventurine thinks that he might just enjoy this treatment while it lasts. All of this feels so foreign to him. He could just easily use you and your resources as he wanted, but deep down he doesn't want to do any harm to you for what you've done to him. Until then, he'll take his time to plan his escape or how he will try to repay your deeds. He'll let his future self decide. 

For those who actually read this far, do you have any thoughts about this one or is this concept just plain weird, if it is too weird please let me know 😭 and thank you for reading!