let me be numb to you | aventurine x reader

chapter 2

Each time he promised himself he wouldn't meet with you again, he lies to himself. There was never a last time when it came to going out with you. In fact the two of you started to go out more.

Initially, Aventurine was adamant in cutting you off after that night. He's not someone to be friends with. He's well aware of what kind of influence he is and is content with walking on this dangerous thread alone. The careless, foolish lifestyle where sobriety could fuck off. Where all he had to do was gamble and consume whatever could get him high.

But, you were irritatingly persistent. The onslaught of messages and calls, catching him off guard and inserting yourself into his life.

Thinking back on it, he wished he was stronger back then to refuse you. To block you and completely cut you off. But he was weak when he met you. Deep down, he wanted to be fucked up with someone and you rose to the role. So bit by bit, you seeped into his life through the cracks of his defences.

All the memories of the gambling sprees and drugs were brought back to Aventurine when he sees your name ringing on the screen of his phone. He's just taken a shower. Water from his damp hair falls onto the screen of his phone, two fat droplets of water fall on your name as he contemplates picking it up.

Cheese pulls are always satisfying when eating pizza. Your hands held the crust of the slice as you pulled it away to showcase the stretchy cheese. Aventurine was only mildly amused. Or at least, he was pretending to be mildly amused.

The two of you had just finished playing a few games at the casino. He was still teaching you the ways of gambling. You could have sworn he was some gambling god. The fun lasted till the early morning of 4:32 am. Both of you left the casino with the winnings of the night. Adrenaline rushing through both as they got into his car.

Hunger was the last thing on your mind until your stomach grumbled during the car ride. "Are you seriously hungry–" Aventurine's words were cut off by the sound of his own stomach grumbling.

So since the two of you were hungry after the little games, you brought him to your favourite midnight snack place. A small pizza place sits at the corner of a quiet street. A humble, generational pizza shop with weathered bricks and a retro-style neon sign that read "Juno's Pizza". The sign buzzes faintly in the stillness of the night, casting a warm glow onto the sidewalk below.

It looks unassuming but they probably made the best pizzas. They always hit the spot after a long night out. Something about the cushiony, salty cheese and the perfect ratio of pizza dough and toppings. The pizza place is cosy, with a comforting, lived-in feel. The moment you walk in, you could picture all of the memories that have taken place here.

Aventurine wasn't particularly fazed by the place or the pizza. But he could admit that the pizza was good. His fingers pressed the crust, the remaining bit of the pizza slice he hadn't eaten yet. Eating late night pizza from some corner shop was strangely not bad.

It's been two months since you guys met and the both of you were getting closer. Aventurine wasn't a big fan of that. Relationships and people are always complicated. Especially when he was intent on fooling around, putting his life on this thin thread of danger and death.

A part of him wants to keep you around. No one has really stuck around him like this and this often. Is this what they call a friend? In his line of work and general life, everyone is a 'friend'. There's no meaning behind that word. Just a way to address someone and be friendly with them. He doesn't truly understand what a 'friend' is. But you've turned into something he can't quite understand. Why would someone continue to spend time with him? Is it because of how he's teaching you how to gamble? Once you learn, will you leave as well? There's no such thing as a free lunch. There's only give and take.