✎𓂃 chase you down until you love me. allusions to violence, creepy behavior (stalking, filming without consent, etc.), overall dark content. aventurine, my baby boy, when will i finally e6 you ;;;;;;; bronya came home ;;;;;;;; surely next time ;;;;;;;;; how will i pull sunday now ;;;;;; (oops forgot to post this yesterday)
the shining star on stage, the man as sweet as honey, the apple of your eye–
the object of your obsession.
every time you see him on stage, your heart beats so hard that you thought you'd go into cardiac arrest
if only he'd look your way for even one second…!
unfortunately, no, he doesn't know you
but you know him better than anyone <3
on top of the merch collection you own as a dutiful fan, you also have a bunch of private stuff
less than appropriate photos, a literal wall full of them.
they're even made into polaroids and all! look at how devoted you are <3
you're proud to say that you've seen more than the average fanatical fan
(which, you know, isn't something you really should be proud about…)
but yeah! you're pretty famous in a certain fan circle!
that said, your collection is mostly private. mostly.
especially the more intimate recordings, you would die before you let anyone else see them
"thank you again for agreeing to appear in our variety show," you say, standing up and offering him a handshake, "i'll be responsible for your publicity where our station is involved. i think we'll be seeing each other often."
aventurine watches you with suspicious eyes – he doesn't trust reporters, any of them – as he takes a sip of his iced latte. "the pleasure is all mine," he replies with a friendly smile, taking your hand firmly, "i look forward to working with you."
his smile is fake. faker than the acrylic nails on your colleagues.
(at least he smiled at you)
but you understand, don't you?
to you, he's the brightest sun who lights up your world
but to him, you're just another face in the crowd of journalists following him around
another pesky camera trying to intrude on his personal life
and all you want to do is just whisk him away from this sea of reporters
but you can't. not yet, anyways.
it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
then again, what's love without a little bit of pain?
you can take it, right? it's all just temporary!
everything will be worth it once you wriggle your way into his good graces!
oh, aeons above, you can hardly control yourself when filming begins. aventurine, looking all dolled up and perfect as he acts according to the script, laughing and jabbing at his fellow actors.
it takes all of your willpower to not excuse yourself to the bathroom every half an hour. shit, aventurine looks so hot when he's annoyed… not that he isn't always hot; the mere sight of him is enough to drive you crazy. aah, you're about to turn into mush just by working with him… how will you survive getting even closer to him?
you'll try, of course you will, but any kind of physical closeness with him just has your legs giving out in the best ways possible – ways that recording him in his own home just can't compare. aventurine must be some kind of wizard, having you under his spell like this without even knowing you, having you more than happy to remove the bothersome drones surrounding him without expecting anything in return except maybe another look in your direction.
indeed, the number of paparazzi tailing him has been decreasing(?)
he sure feels like there are less eyes on him(?)
is he tripping, or is he tripping
since when did these crazy stalkers know when to quit????
but it is true! he is seeing less of them around????
how????? no amount of money he's burned has managed to get rid of them????
wait, you did say that you'll be in charge of him where the variety show is concerned
…this isn't your doing, is it?
surely not. your agency is nowhere big enough to fund any sort of legal action against all of them
let alone catching all the obsessed freaks on the internet
but it's nagging at him! something is very fucking wrong here!
he had some private investigators look into them (and you), but they came up with nothing
the relentless journalists who were borderline intruding on his private life all resigned willingly…?
the stubborn delusional fans had stopped sending him rigged gifts…?
and they're telling him you've only been involved in legitimate reporting and administration…?
maybe you really aren't up to anything horrid, aventurine thinks, as he proceeded to have another group of investigators look into you, and they've turned up with nothing, too.
you're not a bad person, either, just a little awkward. as formal as you are, aventurine can see that you're flustered to be around him. a fan, perhaps? he's worked with many of his fans before, and it's far from uncommon to have one or two staff slightly nervous.
it's not like he minds, as long as it doesn't affect your ability to do your job. and you're really good at yours, making sure every episode of the show is a success and every promotion in-between is executed flawlessly. you've also made sure no unauthorized filming happened during shooting, including during transport to and from the venue where fans would often gather, which is extremely rare. no wonder he soon started to seek you out to promote his comebacks and fan-events.
was acquiring friendship with the aventurine supposed to be this easy???
you're almost scared, with how he approached you first and offered you a position out of nowhere and told you that he liked the way you handled things
well, okay, you were hoping for something, but you didn't think he'd just come and give it to you
but you're not about to complain
it's one massive step closer to the pretty star who lights up your world
you're careful with how you interact with him, you can't have him getting bad vibes from you now!
you must not fumble the bag, you hear?!
as you'd already known, it isn't hard to become friends when you work together often
what is hard is the next step
you're more than happy to take your time
there are many more reporters you'd prefer to never see again
would doing pest control gain you some favor? maybe?
oh, why does it matter – you were going to do it, anyway
maybe sneak your way into his heart while you're at it
live in his head rent free type shit
took you a painstakingly long while, but you've finally managed to cultivate something more than friends with aventurine!
for the first time, you're inviting him over to your place! oh, no, you're going dizzy at the mere idea of aventurine stepping foot into your space. you can't wait, aeons, your stomach feels odd–
sorry chat i ran out of ideas but i didn't want to say "time skip"
and i'd have to declare this piece 18+ if i were to go any further on your excitement
you spent the entire morning putting away anything that could possibly incriminate you
including locking down a lot of rooms
you didn't even know you had bought this many hidden cameras…
anyways, into the drawer they go
the doorbell rings, and you quickly tidy yourself up before opening the door with a bashful little smile
today is the day you're going to confess to him!
he doesn't need to know any of the things you've done, or the lengths you've gone for him
but… if he just so happens to see how crazy you are for him…
you won't mind, in fact, you might even prefer it
then he won't take his eyes off you, even if his gaze will be tainted with fear
it's okay – you've long known that this love that you harbor isn't really "love" in the traditional sense
what you really need is his attention on you, you want to be his world, be on his mind, occupy his every waking moment with thoughts of you
it doesn't matter if he doesn't love you back right away
if you have to give this feeling a name…
but anyway, so you've also set something up that would lead him to one particular room
one of the tamer ones, if you will
because even you don't believe you should show anyone the other ones
(you've done the unspeakable *wink wink* in so many of them, holy shit)
you want him to see the depths of your love for him, how fervently you worship him
perhaps even the most debauched desires he amplifies in you
like i said, if i go any further, this will become nsfw
you'll see if curiosity kills the cat today; it's okay if it doesn't
either way, you'll be bagging this man
oh, is today your lucky day?
it appears that aventurine will be fucking around and finding out!
"what the fuck!?" aventurine starts, really taking in the wall filled with pictures and screenshots of text messages, threaded together by red strings and scribbles in crimson lipstick, and holy shit is that blood on the floor–
he shouldn't have believed you, shouldn't have tried to pry, shouldn't have let curiosity get the best of him. had he learned nothing from being an idol? people can't be trusted, paparazzi are the worst, and crazy fans are out to get him. and guess what? you're the craziest fan of them all. "you're sick."
"i know." you wrap your arms around him, a lazy grin tugging at your lips – you've got your precious little star right where you want him, and you're never going to let him go. ever. "but what can i do? my heart beats so fast that i thought i'd die… i love you so much…"
you pull him close, and aventurine can feel your heart thumping loudly against his back, the twisted affection you harbor for him overflowing and almost tangible. "you make me sick, baby," you purr, arms locking him in place, "so sick for you."
"don't call me 'baby'!" he tries to push you away, but you grab his hands and hold him ever tighter, like you want to crawl inside his skin and consume him inside out. "let me go!"
"ah, ah, don't do that." you warn with a firm squeeze on his wrists. "just be good and shine," you giggle, leaning in for a chaste kiss on his cheek, "i'll make sure you get all the attention and none of the stalking… except from me, of course."
wait, when did that camera get here!? and who set it up on a tripod!? fuck, you were the real danger all along!?
you turn him around and pull his lips wide with a gentle tug. against the backdrop of your wall of love and devotion, aventurine is still suspicious of you, but that's alright. now that you have him, there are countless more chances for you to convince him. many more opportunities for you to irrevocably intertwine your existence with his, to have him to acknowledge you.
"3, 2, 1… smile for the camera!"