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pearlymel · 5 months ago

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Crush !

⋆⑅˚₊ Summery: telling them you have a crush on them despite being in a relationship together.

Includes: Aventurine, Veritas Ratio, Sunday, Blade, Boothill.

Warnings: gn! reader, sfw, suggestiveness, tiny bit of angst, mentions of being really injured in blade's, reader is drunk in Boothill's, sunday is a bit sick in his part, and veritas comforts reader.

↳ Aventurine.

Aventurine plops down on the couch beside you, and casually grabs a box from his pocket with a hum, he takes a necklace out of the box, running his fingers along the chain. “Let’s see how it looks on you.” he then leaned closer behind you to help you put the necklace on, his touch gentle on your skin as he clasps the necklace together, his hand grazes the nape of your neck.

You grin at him, "my love, the ultimate spoiler.”

Aventurine smirks back, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you into his lap. He rests his chin on your shoulder, giving you a playful grin. “And you love every minute of it,” he teases, tracing a finger along the necklace. “Look at you, all this gold hanging around your pretty little neck.”

You feel hot from his words, as in your skin is burning, but you are hot otherwise.

You reach up to trace the jewelry adorning your neck, "this is why i have a crush on you," you say sarcastically. “How do you know it’s not my charming personality?” he quips, pressing a kiss along the curve of your neck. He lifts a hand to gently brush your hair away, his lips slowly traveling towards your jaw. “Maybe you can’t resist how good I look when I win big…” he mumbles, placing another kiss on your skin.

You turn to face him, now sitting on his lap with your body sideways, your legs dangling off from the side of his thigh, and your arms around his neck, "Jokes aside," you whisper, "i do still have a fat crush on you despite us being together.”

He moves his lips near your ear, his voice lowering to a whisper. “And what exactly do you adore me for, hm?”

“You're charming..”

“That’s one,” he grins, tilting his head. He pulls you in even closer, “keep going,” he murmurs, lips just brushing against your ear.

What a tease.

“and pretty.”

“That’s two,” he muses, “Now, what more?”

You swallow thickly, “U-uh, and you're a gentleman with me.”

Aventurine chuckles at that. He lifts a hand up to your chin, tilting your head back so he can look at you. He lets his gaze wander over your face before meeting your eyes, “I can be gentlemanly,” he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “But the real question is… Do you want me to be?”

You lightly smack at his shoulder, "Hell yeah you better stay that way.” he laughs, “Or what?” he challenges. “You’ll kick my ass?”

“nope, I will kick you right on the balls.”

Aventurine cringes at that comment, “now that’s an effective threat,” he mutters, his hand instinctively moving to protect his crotch. He gives you a small pout. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

And he earns a kiss on his cheek, “my sweet good boy.”

He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger,” he sighs. “Completely helpless against you.”

↳ Blade.

Blood isn't a sight Blade wasn't used to seeing, it doesn't faze him one bit when he sees the sight of it.

But what he isn't used seeing, is that same familiar crimson thick liquid dripping from you. And his head is a mess, hands searching frantically for the first aid kit before he's grabbing bandages to wrap them around your abdomen with quick precision, to the point he wasn't careful with how well you were handling it, he just wanted the blood to stop.

So reckless, he repeated in his mind, so fragile, i should've been there, i would've killed them all—

Your whimpers is what makes him freeze, your lose shaky hand around his wrist to stop him from tightening the bandage any further.

That's right, you feel pain.

His touch is immediately gentle, like he was knocked back into his senses as he silently gestures you to lean back so he could resume his work. Hands ever so delicate now, making sure to watch the way you breath, and glancing at your face to check if you were wincing in pain or not.

Thankfully, you're more relaxed now. You look down to catch a glimpse of him staring, and he looks away too fast.

The air is too silent, not that you mind, but you could lighten it up a bit.

“That hurted you know,” you mumble, raising an eyebrow when he stays silent, “do you even still love me?”

He lets out a sigh, there you go again.

“don't ask such questions,” he mutters, “you know the answer.”

You shrug, “yeah, but i want to hear it. It'll make me feel better, promise.” you try persuading him, even though you know you won't be able to make him say it. He'd rather just say it whenever it felt right, whenever you both were relaxing or cuddling together.

His fingers brush over the cloth around your abdomen, “i do.” He simply replies, and it's enough for you, for now.

“you're lucky I'm still at that crush stage,” you smile to yourself, leaning back while grabbing a cushion to hide your smile, “i still feel like i have a crush on you whenever i see you..” you mumble against the cottoned cushion.

Since you couldn't see his face from covering your face with the cushion; in your head, you think he's probably amused.

But in his head, he's literally confused, like there is dusty cogwheels in his head waiting for them to work.

Crush? Was that… a new word he doesn't know about?

Are you about to crush him? Or is he about to crush you?

No, he would never. And you would laugh at him if he asked you what the word even meant.

… he'll have to ask silver wolf or firefly about it later, hoping the girls wouldn't tease him too much about it.

For now, he rolls your shirt back down while caressing your body so carefully, silently grateful that you're still here with him.

↳ Boothill.

"Whoa, easy there, sunshine," Boothill steadied you, tightening his grip to keep you steady as you wobbled.

You were totally out of it.

“where we going?” You try to speak, leaning your body onto his side, "we're headin' back to the hotel, 'course. But you're not doin' a particularly great job at walkin', darlin'." He took a step forward, practically half supporting, half pulling you along.

“i hate walking.” You voice out your concerns while groaning in exhaustion. Boothill couldn't help but let out a snort, "well, unfortunately, gettin' to the hotel requires a bit of that," he responded coolly. "And I'd much rather you not end up flat on your face on the sidewalk," he added, his tone a scolding as he spares you a glance.

He was silently glad that the streets were mostly deserted at this time of night.

“i wanna piggyback, carry me please.”

"Are you even capable of climbin’ onto my back in your current state?”

"Get down," you demand, but also while giggling in the process.

He chuckled, finding your drunken antics both irritating and endearing before he lowered himself slowly to one knee. "Get on my back. But I swear, if you fall and take me down with you, I'm never givin' you another piggyback again.”

With some effort and a bit of wobbling, you manage to get yourself situated on his back. He braces his hands firmly under your knees, securing you in place.

"Comfortable?" he asks, as he stands up, "my lovely cowboy." You nuzzle onto his hair, you arms firm around his shoulders.

“my lovely and very drunk darlin’.” he teased, unable to resist a bit of gentle mockery. "I so have a crush on ya." You whisper while nuzzling your cheek on his shoulder, "is that so? You have a crush on me, huh? He responded, playing along with your obliviousness.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, darlin’, but you don’t need to have a crush on me… We’re already partners." He spoke tenderly as he continued to make his way toward the hotel.

"Can't i still crush on my partner?”

"Of course you can, sweet thing," he reassured you. "You can crush on me as much as you like." He paused for a moment before adding, "Just don’t be doin’ any crushin’ on no other cowboys while you're at it.”

You shake your head, a pout forming on your lips, “never.”

He smiled, feeling a sense of contentment as you clung to him so endearingly. "Good, cause I don't share, you hear? You're all mine.”

↳ Sunday.

“i told you to bring an umbrella.” You state in worry, lips pressed into a thin line when you helped him out of his soaked clothes while patting him dry.

Sunday watched with no small amount of amusement as his wings started to flutter involuntarily, doing their best to shake off the droplets of rain from them.

he tried reassuring you that he was okay despite you worrying, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when you started daubing his face and wings with the towel, "such an attentive spouse i have." He observed you, the tone of his voice lighthearted.

“you're going to get sick.”

Sunday's amile slowly faded as you brought your hand up to his forehead, his eyes watching as you checked for signs of fever. He had no intentions of making you worry, so he reached up to put a hand over yours, gently pulling your hand away from his forehead.

"ah, it's just a bit warm." he tried to reassure you for the nth time. "i'm quite certain i'm not falling ill.”

And how he wishes his words were true. He stirred gently when he felt a damp cold towel caressing his forehead and neck, his eyes slowly opening in response to your touch as he tried to sit up.

“you're burning, it's okay. Go back to sleep.” You whisper, not stopping one bit from removing the towel, dumping it in cold water then squeezing it to continue your ministrations.

He was a light sleeper, so it didn't take much to wake him up. he grumbled incoherently, feeling his head ache dully. "i am?" he questioned. he didn't feel particularly hot, but then again, he wasn't sure he could trust his own judgment, considering that he was slightly drowsy.

Sunday's eyes followed you as you continued to wipe his body, feeling you press the cool towel into his skin. his expression turned guilty. "i assure you i'm fine, love," he tried to reassure you once again, but even he sounded unconvinced by his own words.

“come here.” He pulled you closer to him, to lean his forehead on your shoulder as you wiped the back of his neck, making him shudder.

"Remember when we were still in the early stages of our relationship? I used to wonder what your wings felt like.” you whisper to him, to try and make him feel at ease at least.

sunday chuckled softly as you spoke, his eyes opening slightly to look at you. he remembered your curiosity quite well. you had always been fascinated by them, and you'd ask him lots of questions and run your hands over them to get a feel of the texture.

"yes, i remember." he replied, his voice still a bit weaker than usual from the illness. "you'd always ask to touch them. it was quite endearing, actually.”

“i used to have the biggest crush on you,” you smile to yourself, “and i still do get that tingly feeling whenever i see you.”

He lifted his face up to meet your gaze, and you lean closer to press a kiss on his cheek, “and i still have eyes only for you, my love.”

You gently urge him to lay back down, so you could continue taking care of him.

“Get some rest, honey.” You say quietly, pressing another kiss to his forehead.

“will you stay here with me?”

“until you get better.”

Sunday let out a small hum of approval in response, the simple reassurance you gave him enough to ease his concerns, "thank you.”

↳ Veritas Ratio.

Ratio returned from his daily obligations, a stack of books and papers in one hand, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He entered the bedroom and caught sight of you, still laid out on the bed.

He smiled to himself before he set his pile of work down on the nearby desk. He walked over to the bed and perched himself on the edge. "What’s this? Still moping in bed?" he asked, his tone gently teasing.

"No.." you shake your head, sitting up on the bed to quickly wipe your face, although you knew there was still redness to your eyes. "Was just being stupid.”

He took in the sight of your slightly puffy eyes. He could tell there was something more to your mood than simple boredom.

"You don’t look like you’ve been just being ‘stupid’," he observed, his tone softening. "Is there something else bothering you?”

"I don't know, just feels like everyone hates me." You mumble, lowering your head and sighing tiredly while pinching your nose to prevent the emotions to stir again. Ratio hated seeing you in so much pain, so much self-doubt.

"You know that’s not true," he said, his voice a bit firmer now. "Why would you think everyone hates you?”

“don't know. Who even genuinely likes me?”

He let out a frustrated sigh and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "I like you," he stated firmly, "I love you. And I’m sure there are other people in your life who do as well.”

He then cupped your face in his hands and tilted your head up to look at him, his eyes searching yours intently. "Listen to me," he started, "You’re a wonderful person, and you deserve happiness and love just like anyone else. I know it’s hard to believe when you’re feeling low, but trust me when I say that I do love you.”

You try to laugh, “thank you.”

"You don’t have to thank me. I’m just doing what any decent partner would do.”

Your smile widens, your hands squeezing his sides, “thank you for loving my stupid self.”

He sighed, "first of all, you’re not stupid," he stared at you intently, making sure you got the message, "And second, it’s not a chore or a burden to love you. It’s one of the most effortless things I’ve ever done in my life.”

"Ugh, stop." You huff out, now sinking your face into his chest while trying not to laugh too much, "this is why i still crush on you so much.”

Ratio raised an eyebrow, pretending to be cool about it when he's probably panicking inside, “oh, do you now?” he would then rest his chin on top of your head, relieved that you were feeling much better. "You should know how much I care about you, how much I love you. How difficult it is to keep my hands off of you sometimes."

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