Tags: @lixhizy, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Touch Aversion, Hurt/No Comfort, Emotional Distance, Rejection, Vulnerability, Angst, Psychological Struggles, Unresolved Tension, Hurtcember 2024.
Warnings: Emotional Harm, Hurtful Rejection, Mentions of Trauma (Aventurine's Backstory), No Comfort.
A/N: First time joining a challenge, um yeah... 🧍♀️I'm not sorry
You had always admired his intellect from afar—Ratio, a brilliant mind that thrived in the pursuit of knowledge. But today, as you stood before him, his typically confident demeanor seemed at odds with his frayed composure. His hair fell into his eyes, and there was a tense energy about him that you couldn’t ignore. You had grown used to his aloofness, but today felt different.
"Are you going to stand there staring at me?" he asked, his voice sharp, a slight edge to it that made you flinch inwardly.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I just thought—"
"Don’t think," he cut you off quickly, his gaze unwavering but cold. "It only complicates matters."
His words stung more than you expected. You could feel the cold distance between you growing, and yet, your heart twisted as his posture remained stiff, his arms tucked close to his body. His usual bravado was masking something deeper, but you could only glimpse the faint cracks in his armor. His eyes darted away from yours when you tried to make eye contact, as if uncomfortable with the vulnerability of being seen.
Without realizing it, you took a step closer, an impulse to offer support, but the moment your hand approached, he recoiled sharply. His gaze hardened as he took a step back, his body language signaling clear aversion.
"I don’t need your sympathy," Ratio snapped, the words laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite read—anger, frustration, or perhaps something more fragile beneath the surface. "Touching me will not fix your problems."
You hesitated, understanding now that it wasn’t just physical contact he was rejecting, but any attempt to bridge the gap between you. His need for control, his refusal to be vulnerable, twisted your chest painfully. You stepped back, unsure how to navigate the sharp divide he had created.
"I’m not here to fix anything," you murmured, but the words seemed insignificant in the face of his retreat. He didn’t respond, only turned away from you, as if dismissing the matter altogether. The silence stretched, suffocating, and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it.
You had hoped for understanding, but all you had found was the harsh reality of how little you truly meant in his meticulously ordered world.
Aventurine’s smile was nothing short of enigmatic—charming, yet distant, as he leaned back in his seat, casually surveying the room. The flicker of his eyes was unsettling, as if he could see through your very soul. You couldn’t help but feel an unease in his presence. It wasn’t just his sharp mind or the way he manipulated every conversation—it was his very presence that made you feel exposed.
"You seem… distracted," he remarked, his voice smooth, like velvet over sharp edges. His gaze lingered on you with an intensity that made you shift uncomfortably.
"I’m fine," you replied quickly, not wanting to admit the growing discomfort.
Aventurine leaned forward, his gaze never wavering. "You don’t seem fine. What’s wrong?"
You wanted to say something, anything to end the tension, but your words faltered. There was a distance between you, an invisible wall that neither of you seemed willing to breach. You tried to break the silence by stepping forward, but the moment your hand neared him, he flinched—just enough for you to notice, like a spark of fire quickly extinguished.
"Don’t," he said softly, his tone carrying a warning. "Touching me won’t make it better. It never does."
His words cut through the air like a blade. You froze, suddenly aware of the weight of the rejection in his voice. You had never seen this side of him before—the cracks in his facade, the vulnerability that he was so determined to hide. He quickly masked his discomfort with a strained smile, but it did nothing to soften the sting.
"You think you understand me," he continued, his voice taking on an edge. "But you don’t. Nothing ever does."
You could feel the hurt in his words, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything that might alleviate it. The space between you was so vast now, so suffocating. The man who thrived on calculated risk and manipulation was now someone you couldn’t reach.
You backed away, knowing that any attempt to draw closer would only deepen the divide. The silent rejection felt heavier than any words could express, and all you were left with was the hollow space between you, where the possibility of connection was buried beneath his armor.
I'm trans harmed ˏ trans abused and trans raped ˏ but I also have an extreme instinct to get away from danger . Like ˏ if you hit me up with ' cut for me ' I might do it but there's a higher percentage of me just running away . That's also why I prefer emotional harm lol ^_^
Whumpee being forced to destroy something with emotional connection. Maybe it’s a comfort blanket, because they desperately need bandages. Maybe it’s their favourite necklace because it got caught and they need to go.
Bonus points if the rest of the team don’t know about the emotional significance, so they get mad at Whumpee’s hesitance, or they break it without first asking Whumpee.
Bonus bonus points if whumper forces whumpee into this situation, knowing damn well how much that item matters to Whumpee.
Human AU in which Marcy's parents lose custody of her due to abuse and she gets adopted by Andrias, and she's so excited because he's so nice to her and so much fun to be around! Only to turn out to be even worse than her biological parents. She just wanted a family.
Oh man does this mean I put 5 facts? I’m just gonna do it
1. I’ve been teaching myself Japanese for a few years. I’m not fluent but I’m pretty proud of what I’ve learned on my own, and aim to be fluent one day.
2. I was raised on a llama & alpaca farm.
3. I have 2 siblings- a half-sister (same mom, different dad) who is 9 years older than me, and a brother (our dad is our sisters stepdad) who is 2 and a half years older than me.
4. I am a spiritual person.
5. I was raised in a Christian church, but it did me more mental and emotional harm, than it did good.
*i don’t hate Christianity, it just wasn’t good for me. If anyone out there in my follower (or whoever) is a Christian- cool! It just was a bad experience for me. C: *
