AAAAAA I LOVE YOUR EX!DR. RATIO X READER X AVENTURINE STORY SMMMM

AAAAAA I LOVE YOUR EX!DR. RATIO X READER X AVENTURINE STORY SMMMM

Can I request a part 2?? How does aventurine and readers relationship develop?? How do they get together?? How does RATIO of all people feel about it?? 👀 I'm at the edge of my seat with this storyline!!

You can feel free to deny of course <3

HAHAHAH YOU GET ME ANONN!! They are so interesting to write! Fortunately it was intended to be longer so I managed to write the second part ASAP UwU)9 Thank you for your request! I hope you like it <3

Word Count : 2,1k

Previous Part : https://www.tumblr.com/aventureen/742318009227558912/exdr-ratio-x-reader-x-aventurine-mostly?source=share

Veritas Ratio is quite certain that you'll come back to him. After all, you've left some of your belongings there. Surely you will come back to at least… pick them up? Until then, he had taken much of his time to try and formulate some words to interrogate you. He might even apologize, if it means that you'll come back to him. As much as he hates to admit it, having it without you feels… lonely. Not even a week has passed yet he can feel his house suddenly felt too big. 

He tried to contact you too, thrice, but you've ignored him. He'll get used to this, he thinks. How was his life without you before? It was fine, was it? He didn't even get those PhDs with your help. He had achieved it all by himself. Veritas Ratio is a man of his own, a mere break up won’t change anything in him. Track back to the next day after your break up, he accidentally made two portions of food for the first meal of the day so he ate it twice for the same day. And it also happened the next day. And the day after tomorrow. Maybe if you come visit him again, he'll have a meal ready for you. You even left your plates here. Did you eat well after you left him? Dr. Ratio growled at himself for sparing some thought about you. 

You're the one who left him. It's your loss, right? 

So uncharacteristically of Dr. Ratio, spending his time alone at his office felt so boring. It's so quiet. He can't be seen talking to himself, right? The way he walked around the faculty alone got him a few stares here and there, noting that he hasn't been walking with you these past few days. Nor anyone dared to question him about your well-being. 

You usually went home before he did so you can surprise (or not so surprise) him with dinner and a warm bath. Veritas Ratio felt like an idiot for unconsciously greets before entering his own house. Usually you enthusiastically greet him. He doesn't like to be seen if he's enjoying himself or not, so he just gave you a small nod. But it all went too fast, didn't it? Small mistakes crafted by years of relationship, it may take some time to get used to it. 

He went to the kitchen to get some water. Huh. You've left that stupid cat mug on the glass drawer. 

.・゜゜・

“Ouch!”

“What's wrong?!” 

“I've bought this cute mug but I didn't think that their ears would poke my eyes,” he rolled his eyes at your statement. 

“Just by looking at it, the shape of the mug is clearly inconvenient. A mug with a cat face and TWO pointy ears sticking out of the rim? I'm sure a kindergarten would be able to solve the math of risk by drinking out of that cup,” 

“But it's cute!” You shoved the thing to his face. 

“To be more clear, it's useless”

.・゜゜・

He grabbed his normal glass to pour some water before he walked out and sat himself on top of his couch inside the living room. Suddenly a random memory crosses his mind. It was a conversation on this couch. 

.・゜゜・

“Veritas,”

“What is it?”

“Do you love me?” He sighed at the question. 

“Before you ask a question, why don't you consider whether the answer has already been determined? If so, it's better for the two of us if such questions are not asked,” you frowned at his answer as he continued reading his book. 

.・゜゜・

“Of course I love you, you idiot” Dr. Ratio massages the side of his head in frustration. He had let you in his comfort zone, living on the same roof as him. What other feelings can determine that aside from love? 

Maybe he should really look for you. But the other part of him thinks that maybe you just need some time? Such a rushed reunion would just make the separation longer, wouldn't it? He missed you so much without himself realizing it. Can he just skip this whole distance situation to the part where you come back to him? 

He slapped his own face to get a grip of himself. How much time has he passed to think about someone that just left him? He should just finish the last book he abandoned since the moment you stepped out of his house. 

—

“I had a gut that you might charge me back for this,” Somehow Aventurine was able to show up the moment you checked out of your hotel. Of course he knows. He's the one who shells out for your bills. You felt bad the moment you knew the free meals you had weren't the hotel's condiment, rather it was all paid by the one and only Aventurine. Or that sudden offer of unlimited selection of liquor each night. Every day you spend here was sponsored by the blonde man and you cannot stress enough about how he really shouldn't do that. The two of you had grown quite close thanks to random chats, but never once did he mention this! 

“Hmm.. Then your gut is wrong! Treat it as a reward for being able to stand up for yourself,” He chuckled at your frustrated state. You inhale and exhale loudly before talking to him again. 

“So you really mean it? Because I mean it when I said that I don't want to get in trouble with you,”

“Hey, where's the trust from that night? I thought you trusted me. And all of that chats? What am I to you?” 

“I DID trust you, but this one involves some heft amount of credit and is it too skeptical of me to be worried about the IPC influence here?!” 

“You do have a point,”

“EXACTLY!”

“But worry not! It was my own spare credit,” he seems genuine by the statement, so all you can do is slump down further on the lounge's chair. Aventurine enjoys every outburst you made and he cannot contain his amusement. There is a huge silence since you're fighting yourself inside your mind and the man had only enjoyed the microshift in your expression. 

“... Thank you,” you let out a small gratitude as a conclusion of your internal monologue. Well, he didn't expect that. He didn't get that a lot. The only times he gets to hear it is when he actually forces it out from people. Like how he gave his underlings a promotion for their work. Is it bad if he wanted to hear it again? 

“I'm sorry? I wasn't paying attention,” Say it again. 

“Thank you,” You repeated it again, this time louder and with more confidence. Before he can respond (as if he has a proper one at the moment), you continued

“I might need that, actually. I have limited credits and even tho I haven't really found a suitable place, I was just about to downgrade to a cheaper hotel so I won't sleep on the streets. I'm in short of clients so I don't really had much choice. But since you've paid for it, I guess the least I can do is to thank you. I really appreciate your gesture,” you explained it to him with a smile. 

Oh. 

Somehow Aventurine feels like his body might explode. Was that paragraph really necessary? He might not be able to take it! He could've taken it better if you scold him or diss him for what he did, but this? 

“I… your welcome! It was nothing, really! It didn't cost more than an hour of work in my job,” He tried not to brag, but really, his brain (or heart) cannot process such thoughtful words. You chuckled before leaning back to your chair

“I get it Mr. Big shot, no need to spit it on me” You joked, earning him an awkward laugh. Did he offend you? Ooh boy, he really didn't want to mess things up with you, didn't he? But seeing that you still keep that warm face with you, he can consider himself safe. 

“Well, since you know how deep my pocket is, perhaps you'll let me help you find a place to live then? Somewhere comfortable?” or somewhere near his place? 

“I won't take any loan from the IPC if that's your main concern, thank you very much,” he faked a hurt expression. 

“How come you suddenly be this skeptical towards me?”

“You're one of the IPC's officials, who offers himself to help me find a place for rent. Do I need to elaborate?” Right. He hasn't really thought of a way to make you trust him as himself either. Aventurine seems to drink in your words before he thinks. 

“I mean it,”

“Ha?”

“I mean to help you, as…A friend! Wouldn't I want to cherish my friend by helping them when they need it?” He really hopes that you can catch his good intentions. 

“Friend, huh?” You're considering his offer. It's been a while since you really catch up or even spend some time with a close friend. When was the last time you contacted them anyway? You've been too occupied with Veritas Ratio to the point you've missed some things that used to be a part of essential things in life. But then again, it hasn't been long since you met this man and it's never bad to be too careful around the IPC workers. 

“But I thought you're a businessman yourself. In my notes, you've done quite a lot of things to me. Now you're offering more. What could possibly be there for me to benefit you?” You tried to talk your way to him without actually offending him. He didn't harm you at all too, it wouldn't be nice if you treat him as a rude stranger. Aventurine got caught off guard with your question. That's a rational question, but to be honest, he’s just as confused as you are. He himself doesn't know why he wanted to help you so badly. It turns out that you're not a millionaire, you're not even a person with a strong presence around planets. So why is he so eager to help you around? In terms of money, clearly there is nothing he can expect from you. If this is a gamble of money, he would've backed away earlier. Aventurine is no idiot. 

“Your time,” He finally answers. 

“To be honest, I cannot elaborate. I like the thought you spared for me. I like your attention. I like your trust. I like it when I talk to you. So, it's like, I buy your time?” He explains to you awkwardly. His words surprised you. 

“Really?”

“Your time benefits me. Yet I cannot find these… pleasant feeling of talking to you on anyone else. So that is why, I think, I tried my best to keep… squeezing your time for me, with ways that I am familiar with,” You can see him struggling to articulate his means and you find it endearing. Wait. Aren't you just weeping for Veritas Ratio a few nights ago? Whatever it is Aventurine did with you should be illegal. 

“So… will you consider me as your friend?” You cannot hide the smile that's starting to get permanent on your face. He looks so lost. Where did his smooth talks go? 

“How can I say no to such a heartfelt confession?” You giggled happily. He's too cute. 

“You could've just asked me if you want to be my friend, no need to waste that much of credit on me”

“The credits I spend for you isn't a waste,” he refutes. You raised one of your eyebrows. 

“Every credit I spend adds up your trust to me, so it's not a waste,” He's really helpless isn't he? You wanted to tease him further but you had mercy on him. 

“If that really is how you see me, I'm flattered,” you commented. You're starting to wonder what this man has been through to the point that he's this clueless. He seems to light up at your approval, his usual demeanor rebuilding. 

“So does this mean that you'll let me help you to find a place to stay?”

“Only if you say please,”

“Please? Let me help you?” His immediate reaction caught you off guard and you can feel your face heats up a bit. 

“Fine, I assume you'll have a larger database for landmarks?”

“Just count on me, I'll find the best one for you!”

“... And the most affordable one,”

“I can pay the rent for you too,”

“Please don't.”

A/N : IN MY DEFENSE as cunning as Aventurine can be, I think deep down he won't be able to comprehend affection?? Let alone from someone he likes?? I tried to word that out but I really hope it doesn't read that weird. Man's used to be treated like shit everywhere every time so I think it's natural for him to get all confused by someone who actually respects him as who he is (there’s a high chance of his brain malfunctioning).

Anyway, requests are still open and thank you for reading! You can ask for hcs or anything else too, I'll take literally anything at this point (as long as it's Aventurine) (or Dr. Ratio)

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Niigo Kaito meets Tsukasa and sense something about him 🙂

8:13 am - s.akito

Shinonome Akito doesn't and hasn't loved.

He adores and loves his mother of course, and she reciprocates full heartedly. Him and Ena may constantly argue but they both know very well that they'd die for each other. But in an romantic context he's absolutely repulsed.

Akito doesn't want it. Music is above everything and everyone. Relationships can't compare to the fleeting moments of the spotlight during a show—nor the exhilarating satisfaction of noticing improvement after excruciating hours of practice.

It's such an ugly concept too. His father only hurts his sister, almost singlehandedly ruining her art career and being the sole reason she can't believe in herself anymore— all while justifying his actions with the excuse of love.

Akito doesn't want love either. The only enticing desire that ever came to visit him were self improvement. It's a satisfactory way of living. Unlike others he never suffered from pining for another nor struggling to pick up the pieces of his own heart— it can't happen if he doesn't open it up to anyone at all.

It was futile thought, no matter how much he tried to follow that philosophy, or how long he's been able to abide by it— because right next to him lies the disruption in his peace.

Sunlight bleeds through the curtains, illuminating your sleeping expression, Akito observes the gentle rise of your chest, entranced with your gentle breathing.

Romance is stupid. So is love, trivial and useless, if it hurt his family then why should he bother luxuriating in it. It's foolish, an utter waste of time, something only an idiot would bother pursuing.

Yet he finds himself here, remaining in bed just to stare at someone, despite the fatigue itching behind his eyes.

Even with your hair in a mess and your face lazily squished against a pillow, it's one of the most ethereal sights he's ever laid his eyes on. A sight only for him. Akito always adores how you look no matter what, but something about seeing you at full peace makes him smile a bit harder.

He hated it, loathed how you were the bane of his existence, the fault in his once flawless discipline. Akito always prioritises practice. He doesn't spend money unless it was for the sake of his performances. And he abides his strict sleep schedule constantly.

But here he is, hours past the time he usually wakes up, admiring the person he's probably spent almost tens of thousands of yen on, even if there's a bit of drool accumulating on their bottom lip.

Akito can go on about how much he hates you. Ever since you stepped into his life, he found himself skipping practice to hang out with you. Prize money went to buying you your favourite books, and the time reserved for picking out song lists went to binging all of your show recommendations. One of his solo shows were entirely forgot by him; all because he felt the urge to blurt out his feelings for you.

You're a flaw. A weakness. A falter in what he calls control.

Initially, he thought he lost it. With how he was constantly reminded of his infinite adoration for you, it didn't take long to accept.

Every detail of you is imprinted in his mind. Your rambles sooth his stress; you could be complaining about someone and it'd still be music to his ears. The way you express yourself is so sweet to him, as smooth as honey and saccharine like the summer air. Your touch is warm, a comforting spring night that flushes his face red every single time.

Being loved was just as addictive. No one's ever bought him flowers, or written him poetry or little love notes during class. He'd never kissed someone until you, nor laughed so hard until he gasped for air.

Through half lidded eyes he notices movement in your body, with a yawn your arms reach out to Akito, though not quite enough to pull him closer. He obliges to your motions, muscular arms wrapping around you as he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Mornin'."

You respond with incoherent murmurs, burying your face into his warm chest, pressing against his now racing heartbeat. He stifles a laugh after seeing your reaction, patting your head.

A glimpse at the time and he knows he should probably go home soon. His mum must be worried after he stormed out of the house late at night, almost breaking down from hearing another argument invade the comfort of his room.

"I need to go." Raspy and careful, he whispers into your ear. "I'll see you at school." His movements halt as you cling onto his wrist.

"Stay. Please."

As if second nature Akito complies. His body obeys before he can even process your words mentally, returning to your initial position with him. He takes it as an opportunity to throw your blanket back onto you.

"Are you sure...? Didn't you have a morning shift today?"

"I wanna stay here with you."

And I would stay here with you forever, if I could. "I'll be here for as long as you'd like then." Another kiss. This time on your cheek.

"Can't go to work anyways." He asks why, mumbling with his face against your neck. "'m sick."

Akito withdraws. "Really?" Urgency wards off lethargy. Was he out of it? He didn't notice you cough or sneeze, and your breathing seemed stable too.

You nod, wearily. "Yeah. Lovesick." Akito flicks your forehead, almost instantaneously.

He ignores your complaints. "Idiot. Don't worry me again." He scolds you as if a smile wasn't tugging at his lips. "C'mon, sleep more. We stayed up late last night."

"Worry about yourself more. You literally carried me to my room because I fell asleep on the couch."

He shrugs it off. "You're not heavy."

In return, you scoff. "Still would've been more convenient to sleep there."

"You say that as if I wouldn't shoulder the weight of the world for your sake." His lithe finger poke your cheek. "One more hour. Sleep just that and I'll buy you lunch later."

"As if you ever let me pay."

Akito shrugs again, he'd do anything for you, that included making sure your wallet was never empty. His father was rich, might as well make the most of it even if he loathes him. "Bookstore as well, then."

You give in, surrendering to his deal. "Fine. Since you're so insistent."

And so he grins at his victory, tucking you in again and joining you. He intertwines his fingers with yours, calloused thumb stroking your knuckles as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Akito feels so relax that it finds it unsettling, it's as if he never broke down from hearing his family argue— as if said struggles never existed in the first place.

Love is still poison to Akito, only you seem to make it appear so intoxicating— if it's you he'll allow himself to indulge in said venom, even if it puts his fragile heart at risk.

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Pacing your Story (Or, How to Avoid the "Suddenly...!")

Arguably *the* most important lesson all writers need to learn, even for those who don’t give a damn about themes and motifs and a moral soap box: How your story is paced, whether it’s a comic book, a children’s chapter book, a doorstopper, a mini series, a movie, or a full-length season of TV (old school style), pacing is everything.

Pacing determines how long the story *feels* regardless of how long it actually is. It can make a 2 hour movie feel like 90 mins or double the time you’re trapped in your seat.

There’s very little I can say about pacing that hasn’t been said before, but I’m here to condense all that’s out there into a less intimidating mouthful to chew.

So: What is pacing?

Pacing is how a story flows, how quickly or slowly the creator moves through and between scenes, how long they spend on setting, narration, conversation, arguments, internal monologues, fight scenes, journey scenes. It’s also how smoothly tone transitions throughout the story. A fantasy adventure jumping around sporadically between meandering boredom, high-octane combat, humor, grief, and romance is exhausting to read, no matter how much effort you put into your characters.

Anyone who says the following is wrong:

Good pacing is always fast/bad pacing is always slow

Pacing means you are 100% consistent throughout the entire story

It doesn’t matter as much so long as you have a compelling story/characters/lore/etc

Now let me explain why in conveniently numbered points:

1. Pacing is not about consistency, it’s about giving the right amount of time to the right pieces of your story

This is not intuitive and it takes a long time to learn. So let’s look at some examples:

Lord of the Rings: The movies trimmed a *lot* from the books that just weren’t adaptable to screen, namely all the tedious details and quite a bit of the worldbuilding that wasn’t critical to the journey of the Fellowship. That said, with some exceptions, the battles are as long as they need to be, along with every monologue, every battle speech. When Helm’s Deep is raging on, we cut away to Merry and Pippin with the Ents to let ourselves breathe, then dive right back in just before it gets boring.

The Hobbit Trilogy: The exact opposite from LotR, stretching one kids book into 3 massive films, stuffing it full of filler, meandering side quests, pointless exposition, drawing out battles and conflicts to silly extremes, then rushing through the actual desolation of Smaug for… some reason.

Die Hard (cause it’s the Holidays y’all!): The actiony-est of action movies with lots of fisticuffs and guns and explosions still leaves time for our hero to breathe, lick his wounds, and build a relationship with the cop on the ground. We constantly cut between the hero and the villains, all sharing the same radio frequency, constantly antsy about what they know and when they’ll find out the rest, and when they’ll discover the hero’s kryptonite.

2. Make every scene you write do at least two things at once

This is also tricky. Making every scene pull double duty should be left to after you’ve written the first draft, otherwise you’ll never write that first draft. Pulling double duty means that if you’re giving exposition, the scene should also reveal something about the character saying it. If you absolutely must write the boring trip from A to B, give some foreshadowing, some thoughtful insight from one of your characters, a little anecdote along the way.

Develop at least two of the following:

The plot

The backstory

The romance/friendships

The lore

The exposition

The setting

The goals of the cast

Doing this extremely well means your readers won’t have any idea you’re doing it until they go back and read it again. If you have two characters sitting and talking exposition at a table, and then those same two characters doing some important task with filler dialogue to break up the narrative… try combining those two scenes and see what happens.

**This is going to be incredibly difficult if you struggle with making your stories longer. I do not. I constantly need to compress my stories. **

3. Not every scene needs to be crucial to the plot, but every scene must say something

I distinguish plot from story like a square vs a rectangle. Plot is just a piece of the tale you want to tell, and some scenes exist just to be funny, or romantic, or mysterious, plot be damned.

What if you’re writing a character study with very little plot? How do you make sure your story isn’t too slow if 60% of the narrative is introspection?

Avoid repeating information the audience already has, unless a reminder is crucial to understanding the scene

This isn’t 1860 anymore. Every detail must serve a purpose. Keep character and setting descriptions down to absolute need-to-know and spread it out like icing on a cake – enough to coat, but not give you a mouthful of whipped sugar and zero cake.

Avoid describing generic daily routines, unless the existence of said routine is out of ordinary for the character, or will be rudely interrupted by chaos. No one cares about them brushing their teeth and doing their hair.

Make sure your characters move, but not too much. E.g. two characters sitting and talking – do humans just stare at each other with their arms lifeless and bodies utterly motionless during conversation? No? Then neither should your characters. Make them gesture, wave, frown, laugh, cross their legs, their arms, shift around to get comfortable, pound the table, roll their eyes, point, shrug, touch their face, their hair, wring their hands, pick at their nails, yawn, stretch, pout, sneer, smirk, click their tongue, clear their throat, sniff/sniffle, tap their fingers/drum, bounce their feet, doodle, fiddle with buttons or jewelry, scratch an itch, touch their weapons/gadgets/phones, check the time, get up and sit back down, move from chair to table top – the list goes on. Bonus points if these are tics that serve to develop your character, like a nervous fiddler, or if one moves a lot and the other doesn’t – what does that say about the both of them? This is where “show don’t tell” really comes into play.

4. Your entire work should not be paced exactly the same

Just like a paragraph should not be filled with sentences of all the same length and syntax. Some beats deserve more or less time than others. Unfortunately, this is unique to every single story and there is no one size fits all.

General guidelines are as follows:

Action scenes should have short paragraphs and lots of movement. Cut all setting details and descriptors, internal monologues, and the like, unless they service the scene.

Journey/travel scenes must pull double or even triple duty. There’s a reason very few movies are marketed as “single take” and those that are don’t waste time on stuff that doesn’t matter. See 1917.

Romantic scenes are entirely up to you. Make it a thousand words, make it ten thousand, but you must advance either the romantic tension, actual movement of the characters, conversation, or intimacy of the relationship.

Don’t let your conversations run wild. If they start to veer off course, stop, boil it down to its essentials, and cut the rest.

When transitioning between slow to faster pacing and back again, it’s also not one size fits all. Maybe it being jarring is the point – it’s as sudden for the characters as it is for the reader. With that said, try to keep the “suddenly”s to a minimum.

5. Pacing and tone go hand in hand

This means that, generally speaking, the tone of your scene changes with the speed of the narrative. As stated above, a jarring tonal shift usually brings with it a jarring pacing shift.

A character might get in a car crash while speeding away from an abusive relationship. A character who thinks they’re safe from a pursuer might be rudely and terrifyingly proven wrong. An exhausting chase might finally relent when sanctuary is found. A quiet dinner might quickly turn romantic with a look, or confession. Someone casually cleaning up might discover evidence of a lie, a theft, an intruder and begin to panic.

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Whatever the case may be, a narrative that is all action all the time suffers from lack of meaningful character moments. A narrative that meanders through the character drama often forgets there is a plot they’re supposed to be following.

IM SO PISSED THEY MUTED MY EPEL MLP TIKTOK SOUND now I gotta post it on here...

The Little Mermaid AU w/Azul Adeuce!

THIS WAS SO FUN TO DRAW

Bonus:

they eventually did get their cake

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