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angelltheninth · 2 days
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Could I request Dr Ratio's lover having steamy bath sex with him?
Steamy? How you see through all that anime steam?
Pairing: Veritas Ratio x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, bath sex, seduction (from Reader), keeping each other warm, stubborn Veritas Ratio
A/N: I wear glasses, I can't see shit in that steamy bath.
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The tub he's in is a bit small for teo people
You're gonna have to sit on his lap if you really insist on taking a bath with him
Despite him being hard he isn't too keen on having sex in this bath tub, too much water would go over the edge and be wasted when it could be used to wash up instead
Submerges both your bodies in water as much as he can while keeping you snuggled up against his chest so neither of you are cold or exposed much
Curses under his breath when your pussy keeps rubbing against his cock
It's already wet from the water but he can tell there's a different kind of wetness there too
Hates how it's not the heat of the bath thst's making him but your body against his
You try to get closer to him but his cock is in the way, pressing back between youe legs, rubbing against your clit and making you more restless
Veritas doubts that his cock is the only thing that will make you calm down
There are many other ways, he could hold you but he's having trouble staying still too when you keep moving your hips against him
Complains when you lift your body from his so you can sit on his cock
At this angle you can easily take all of it
His eyes keep looking at the drops of water dripping down your breasts, tempting him to take your nipple in his mouth and suck
Temptations that he eventually gives into
Doesn't want to move too quickly, but each thrust is still deep, his whole cock pushing into your pussy, keeping you on his cock, feeling your inner walls spasming around him
Because the water will get cold eventually you can't take as much time as you want to with this
A shame but he can still make you come by grinding your clit against his abs
You need to do your part too, make sure to roll your hips in slow, long circles, barely sit up from his dick, make him feel constant stimulation from your tight pussy
He fingers his cum out of you while you lean against his body, licking the water droplets from his sensitive neck, not letting his cock get fully soft agaist you
When you get out of this tub he'll make sure to wrap you in the warmest, softest towel he has
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buzylizbee · 2 days
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Whipped Dr. Ratio:
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I adore him even though he'd make me cry if he insulted me. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
I'd write a blurb, but I'm not a writer. Also, I don't know who to credit for the image. Sorry.
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kiwakiol · 11 hours
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I had this tumble acc for so long now so why not post my brain rot on here 乁⁠|⁠ ⁠・⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠・⁠ ⁠|⁠ㄏ
Idk if I like their name tho- eh
Anyway enjoy I guess ✨
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ravenlexis · 1 day
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friendly reminder that ratio's default expression is an adorable smile
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hayilium · 23 days
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Just drawings memes of them! x3
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moonsaver · 2 months
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Thinking ab Yan!Dr. Ratio in arranged marriage.. in whichever setting, I dont know
He doesn't like the idea of it at all. He opposes it until he can't. It would have to be a painstakingly limiting situation for him to even marry anyone, especially someone that's arranged.
When it comes to actually talking with him and setting out boundaries – he's not interested at all. He doesn't want to know you, he doesn't care, and he thinks it most likely won't change, and he'll remain uninterested..
If it weren't for the fact he's so damn touch starved.
He finds out by a lazy morning in the kitchen, your hands accidentally brushing each others as both of you carry on your routines in your own world. He doesn't realise ‐its just a brief feeling of nice. And his hand subconsciously tilts a bit to touch yours again, to emptiness. Your hand already moved away. And Aeons, he just can't get the feeling out of his head. He loved that brief moment where you both touched and he hates it.
And neither of you actually realises just how clingy he is, because he builds up to it so slowly. He pulls you along to some of his lectures, and sometimes you protest. He grabs your hand, and secretly relishes just how good the contact feels. He says there's something on your face with an annoyed tone, and brushes it off, his fingers lingering near your lips a little longer than they should. Whenever you walk by him, your scent practically intoxicates him, his head whips up from whichever book he fancied that day just to find the source of the scent, which he knows deep down, very well, it has always been you.
And it infuriates him. You have such a grip on him that it drives him up a wall.
And Aeons, he loves the feeling so so much.
He forces you to take a bath with him, telling you to keep the bathrobe on if you want to but it is a must that you join him. He tells you to move closer with a stern voice, impatience bubbling inside of him, all covered up with his signature scowl. The water sloshes as you move and his hand almost eagerly snakes around your waist, holding you snug against him. He fills the noise by asking you all sorts of things, calling you an idiot, and going on a ramble about some or the other complicated topic, trying so hard to not just hold you and bite into your shoulder, arm, neck, wherever his eyes can see your skin. You're practically driving him feral.
Oh dear, he swears he doesn't care about you. He cares even less about your personal life and whatever daily affairs you carry on. It's none of his business and he doesn't want it. But seeing you talk and become so chummy with another man boils a kind of anger he's never experienced before. As if to prove him wrong, Veritas tells you to sleep beside him at night, not answering your "why"s and shutting you up in an instant with something or the other. The summer heat is bad, but it's even worse with Veritas practically sticking himself to you, the direct skin-to-skin contact creating an absurd amount of sweat and humidity under the covers. His arms just tighten their grip around you if you ask him to get off. He won't. He needs to prove to himself, that bumbling buffoon won't ever get as close to you as he can. He will make sure of it.
And suddenly, he starts presenting just how possessive he is behind doors. He always keeps an eye on what you're up to from behind you, telling you to stop overthinking and to just come to him, that it'll take you months to understand this concept, and to just let him help you instead. Who else would tolerate you as well as him? Just let his hand keep it's deathly grip on your thigh, or arm, maybe even your waist. Its a fair exchange, and he's being generous, when it really comes down to it. Ugh, you're testing his patience too much. Just.. let him shut you up with a harsh kiss, don't ask, and let him continue. Keep listening, or he'll test you, and he won't go easy on you if you get those questions wrong. He has a lot of pent up frustration about you, anyway. You'll only give him a reason to take it out on you.
Don't bother going outside. Just invite your friends here, instead. You'll waste more than half your break-time just travelling alone. Maybe your idiot friends can join in on the study sessions, so Veritas knows what kind of people you enjoy surrounding yourself with. Of course, he isn't amused at all. Idiots, the lot of them. Is this who entertains you? He scoffs. Perhaps letting you talk to them in the first place was a mistake. Yes, of course.. just talk to him, instead. He's much better than them. You'll only waste your time around them.
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atsuwumus · 3 months
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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 Veritas Ratio is something that always keeps you on your toes, never sure of what you can expect. Sometimes his kisses are slow, languid and deep, seeking every crevice of your mouth and memorizing the taste of you as if it would be the last time he'd get to do so. The back of his hands deftly brush over the swells of your cheeks, feeling the heat beneath your skin and if you managed to reel in your faltering focus you could almost feel him smiling against your lips. "Utmost adorable how you keep chasing my lips," he coos in a honeyed tone, thumb brushing over the dip of your bottom lip. "Even after I've stopped kissing you."
But there are other times where you can feel the hunger radiating off him when he cages you between his body and his desk. His lips are more demanding, hungrier, devouring you whole without an ounce of remorse. It's hot and wanting, overwhelming and dizzying all at once. He pours every last ounce of his soul into swallowing your moans and whimpers, shushing you while your mouths move needily and messily over each other because kisses like these only end in one way. "Needy little thing, I can feel you trembling," he teases, a husky tone that sends a shiver down your spine. "You need me to fuck you? Pleasure you? Is that why you're whining against my lips like a little bitch in heat?"
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husky-studies · 8 days
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Doctor Catio
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cubffections · 17 days
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cw. nsfw! fingering with mista ratio ‎ᡣ𐭩
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you see, veritas ratio was a busy man.
he was always out doing something of the sort, either teaching or on business for the guild, if or if not for his own pleasure. though he'd never forget to remind you that it was all in the sake of spreading his wisdom and enlightening to save those from the wretched disease that is known as idiocy, a disease that he swore most people have caught. you know this, you really do! but you couldn't help craving him whenever he's around, and y'know the genius himself can't help but give into you :(
"for such a intelligent girl, you truly become quite the ditz once you're occupied with my fingers don't you?" he remarked, one hand busy flipping the pages of the book laid upon his lap as the other was three fingers deep into your leaky cunt. he sat on the bed's side as his fingers massaged themselves deeper at quicker pace, his eyes paying you no mind as they remained trained on the literature beneath him. "however, i cannot blame you. such a cunt like yours can only be sated by the likes of myself."
"v—veri!" you cried, interrupted by the sudden curl of his fingers silencing anything else you might've said, soft mewls falling out your pretty lips. he mentally gave you five points on how sugary your calls sounded pleading for his attention, almost making him feel slightly guilty on your behalf while he was ignored you. nonetheless, he remembers that he couldn't sympathize with you much . . he did tell you he was busy.
"shush dear, you asked for this. remember?" he inquired, finally glancing at your longing gaze as his thumb circled and pressed onto your aching clit. satisfied at the sight of your mouth morphing from whiny wails into savored moans of his name. your arms soon stretching towards your beloved prodigy giving him the chance to lean over to place a sweet kiss on your lips as he pumped his digits into your heat diligently.
"i can finish this later. turn over, let me take care of you."
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draconic-desire · 1 month
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Ad Experimentum
Yandere Dr. Ratio x Reader
Veritas catches you reading one of your dirty books.
Warnings: Implied kidnapping and forced imprisonment, NSFW scenes being read aloud, Dr. Ratio being a dick as always
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Within the confines of Veritas’s home, you feel like a mouse in a maze, reduced to a caged animal, always under scrutiny and experimentation.
Escape is impossible. Dr. Ratio has ensured that you’re never out of his reach, even though he acts as if you are the burden and he didn’t kidnap you and imprison you in his home. Sometimes you wonder why he even keeps you; surely he has better things to do than to quip at your inadequacy or lack of genius. But alas, the pretentious prick seems keen on pushing every one of your buttons to see how you tick. You might even call it intimacy if he wasn’t so clinical and judgmental about it all.
Because physical escape is impossible, you’ve turned to escaping within the confines of your own mind.
Books provided the perfect retreat. You’ve since abandoned any non-fiction to focus on fantasy, to worlds that effortlessly whisk you away. Novels that depict true, romantic love, not the twisted ownership you’ve grown used to. Like you’re some pet to be controlled and prodded at, like Pavlov’s dog, waiting and drooling for its master’s hand at the ring of a bell.
So, in your hopes to feel something real, you’ve started to delve into stories that are a bit…spicier.
With the latest read in your hand, your eyes skim hungrily over the pages as the tension between the protagonists builds. The lovers begin to undress each other, the one spreading his partner’s pussy as she grinds into his hand—
Veritas effortlessly plucks the book from your hands, earning a cry of protest. You try to snatch it back, but, with the help of his towering height, he dangles it just out of reach. “What in the heavens is this?”
The way he holds the book between his thumb and pointer finger, as if merely touching it would taint his self-proclaimed perfect set of knowledge, was almost comedic. You would laugh if he wasn’t such a condescending asshole.
Instead, you scowl. “Give it back.”
He merely hums and turns the novel in his hands, inspecting the cover. Licking his thumb, he flips to your bookmarked page and begins reading aloud. “My hand caressed her core as I speared her with two, thick fingers. She moaned and arched into my palm in response, causing my cock to twitch in anticipation. God, I wanted to taste her arousal. Her pussy was perfect, so wet and tight and ready for me to claim, to fuck.”
Embarrassment rages across your cheeks like a burn. You fling yourself at him, pounding your fists against his chest when he lifts the book out of your reach easily. “Stop, just stop.”
Amused, Dr. Ratio continues to narrate the scene in painstaking detail. “I lowered my head, letting my tongue swirl around her clit and rendering her voice to nothing but pitiful mewls. She tasted like heaven, like my own personal feast. I buried my tongue in her, then, and held her hips as she bucked into my mouth, begging for release—”
“I will do anything,” you beg, face in your palms, “just please stop.”
Finally, mercifully, Veritas closes the book and lowers it down enough for you to snatch it back. You cradle it against your chest, heart pounding and palms sweaty with a chaotic blend of shame, anger, and relief that it was over.
“This is what you indulge in while I’m working? Though you are hardly an intellectual exception, I believed you to be above this brain-rotting nonsense, (Y/n).”
In spite of your embarrassment, you boldly meet his golden eyes. “And what do you care? I enjoy it, and it’s not meant for you. Go stick your nose in a dictionary for all I care.”
“At least I’d be learning something,” he sneers in return, looking down his nose at you. He sniffs, tilting his chin up. “What do those books have that I can’t offer you?”
You still, observing his features. Now that the fun of teasing you has worn off, his eyes flare with loathing. With a jolt, you realize it is not aimed at you but at…the book?
Wordlessly, you glance between Dr. Ratio and your novel. Then, a stilted laugh escapes your lips. “Wait.. Are you seriously jealous of a book?”
“Don’t be preposterous,” he scoffs, though you notice his white-knuckled grip against the back of the armchair you were previously lounging in. “I would never stoop so low as to associate myself with that plebeian filth. I simply wanted to ascertain your reaction to it being read aloud.”
You resist the desperate urge to roll your eyes. “Fine, then. Please leave me to my uneducated filth.” You spin around, intent on finding a new place to finish your reading.
“Not so fast.” Veritas is on you quicker than a cobra, large hands gripping both your shoulders. “Perhaps all is not lost. We may yet transform this circumstance into an educational opportunity for you.”
A chill runs down your spine at the heavy touch, and a sudden sense of foreboding warns you to run. You’re all too aware you’re the mouse being fed to the snake in this moment.
Veritas spins you to face him, eyes slowly trailing down your form, as if taking you in with a new perspective. “I believe an experiment is due.”
You go rigid. “I’m sorry?”
“If you’re so intent on reading about all those fantasies in your books, let’s go ahead and put them to the test, shall we?”
At his clear implication, you yelp and make a run for it. In that moment Veritas strikes, fisting your hair with one hand and cupping your chin with the other as he presses your body flush against his own. You can already feel his hard desire digging into your back.
“Here’s my hypothesis,” he purrs in your ear. “I predict that by the end of tonight, you too will be begging for my cum, whether you want to or not.”
His theory, as always, was proven to be correct.
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temporarypasserby · 3 months
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here's a small thing to celebrate Dr ratio. i don't think i mentioned any gendered pronouns for reader. reader is said to be a professor though. that's it! enjoy!
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it's a known fact Dr veritas ratio wears an alabaster head so as to not be exposed to idiots. anyone who he interacts with while not wearing it is considered to be extremely lucky and smart. sadly that was not the case for you. despite knowing him for a long time, he never graced you the pleasure of seeing his actual face. you asked yourself why a lot of times. did he find you stupid? no, he usually attends your lectures and chooses works with you whenever he needs someone. you just brushed it off as your friend being a bit of weird guy.
oh, but how could you ever guess the true reason of him never taking his sculpted accessory. beneath the cool and calm looking stone face is hidden his blushing face. he can't bear to let you see him looking so unpresentable. no, absolutely not. never in his life would he let someone he holds in such high esteem see him looking like a fool. god forbid, if you also find out that you were his inspiration. his face will combust. he can't look at you without seeming like the fool in love he is. so until he's finally ready to confess, get used to the alabaster head.
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mimisplayground · 3 months
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What do you think in soft s m u t to dr ratio?
omg BATHTUB SMUT!!
Veritas would be so soft and gentle with you :( have you relaxing in a bubble bath with him, asking you sweetly to read a book to him. Feeding you berries and nice wine and helping when you get stuck on a word.
Massages your shoulders and groans when you set the book down to massage his. Grinding upwards and burying his face in your chest.
“Wanna be dumb together?”
Would prep you slow and gentle, kissing you between breaths and gazing at you like you had personally hand painted the stars just for him.
Would thrust up into you when you were ready for him, massaging your hips as you moan out and drool on him. And he’s practically drooling on you as well.
Words are hard to find as you both grind into each other, Veritas kissing your neck and sucking hickies into it.
Asks you to hold off when you’re close, begging to feel you both cum together. Warns you when he’s close and rubs your sex as you both reach your peak.
Softly runs hot water over the both of you, replacing the bath water and kissing you softly, bending down to lap at your lower regions. Sucks and licks you clean as you whine and cum again on his tongue with an airy gasp.
Cuddles you in the tub and tells you how much he absolutely loves and adores you :(
THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I NEEDED THE FLUFF SMUT :( I HOPE U ENJOYED!!
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moineauz · 1 month
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side comments: a little warm up piece to get me writing again...
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Doctor Veritas Ratio sat unmoving on the barstool, his eyes travelling throughout your studio.
He noted the modest light fixtures, the plain white backdrop and the reflectors. A record hummed in the background while casting the occasional scratch while night crept on the edges of the horizon.
Why was he here? Seated rigidly in front of your camera?
"Ready for your photo, Doctor?"
Dr. Ratio turned his head towards you, his eyes dancing over the curves and lines of your face and the acuteness of your eyes.
"Ah, of course," he replies plainly, flicking a nonexistent spec of dust off his shoulder, "Get on with it."
However, underneath his placid and smooth rhetoric, Veritas trembled and second-guessed himself- an act by nature that was seldom to a man of such reputable and self-assured stature.
"Right then," you mutter promptly, bringing the camera to your eye.
From there, the dewy glow of Veritas's skin and the luminescent shine of his eyes bloomed in the dullness of your studio. A part of you stirred in envy: a man whose entire life revolved around perfecting the pursuit of knowledge and spreading it seemed fleeting and untouchable- a dream. In addition to that: he was praised and saluted for his artistic and, plainly, handsome features.
Nevertheless, he was your subject and nothing more.
"Mx. ( Name )?"
You place the camera down, your eyes meeting his. "Yes?"
Veritas paused, glancing down at his shoes before back at you: hair frayed and clearly tousled, eyes a touch weary yet brimming with a vague indefinite emotion- one that Veritas himself could not capture in its entirety.
"Delete the photos."
You blink, startled by his blunt manner before hastily replying in evident bewilderment, "How- how so?"
Veritas gingerly rises from the barstool, his feet treading your studio's cool wood flooring as if it were glass. The sun had already set, and a crisp bitter breeze brushed over your face while your hands firmly clasped the camera, your knuckles turning white.
Taking a deep breath you stand your ground as Veritas now stands mere inches apart from you, the warmth of his tender breath soothing the chill of your face, "Why should I delete the photos- doctor?"
Veritas pauses, blinks then sighs stilly before muttering under his breath-
"Because… I need to take you out for dinner."
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cherrylovelycherry · 2 months
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Valentine's day
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pairing. Dr. Ratio x gn!reader cw/genre. angst, ratio is somewhat selfish tbh, (real situation TT), disinterest, early disappointment. ruined thoughts. summary. he doesn't care about holidays. masterlist!
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"Not now, I'm busy," Veritas mutters, rejecting your request for quality time once again, his eyes not leaving the pages sprawled before him. He's always been a man of science. To him, every moment is a precious resource to be spent pursuing knowledge.
"I can't afford distractions," he says curtly, without looking up. It's clear where his priorities lie, and it certainly wasn't you.
"Uh, I know."
You had been thinking about this date since the beginning of the month, you were waiting to see if he would say something to you, but since there was only half a day left until it would be that special day, you decided to ask, knowing that he would tell you the same phrase as always. everyone who was in his world; 'I'm busy'
"I just wanted to ask you something." You said while you had your phone in your hand, looking at the calendar app again.
"Oh?" Ratio looks up with a slight frown, eyes briefly searching yours for answers.
"What is it?"
The tension is palpable. He sits up straighter in his chair, sensing your hesistance, but also eager for any conversation that would divert his attention from his latest research project.
Your question is simple enough, but the unspoken feelings beneath it threaten to destabilize his carefully crafted persona. Despite being an intelligent man, he feels utterly lost when it comes to reading your emotions.
"Uhm…are we doing something for Valentine's Day?" You asked, a slight hesitation in your words.
A pause.
"…Are we?" Ratio's expression remains impassive, his eyes gazing past you, his mind focused on the question at hand.
"Yeah, like going for a walk, going out to eat, I don't know.." You responded, his reaction disappointed you, you knew what he was going to tell you next.
Ratio's brow furrowed, and a brief moment of hesitation passed before he spoke. "You know I don't celebrate such insignificant days," he barked, a tinge of annoyance creeping into his voice. "I have more important things to do with my time than waste it on frivolous festivities dedicated to superficiality."
"And, honestly, who came up with that date anyway? It's so arbitrary."
You can't help but feel disappointed, once again. Ratio's dismissal had hurt you in an instant. He had always dismissed such occasions in the past, but you had hoped that this one would be different. He'd never celebrated Valentine's Day, but this year, he would make an exception for you.
The thought had comforted you in your loneliest moments. So many times when you wondered if he even loved you at all, you found solace in the belief that he would make an exception for you. But this time, he didn't.
"Look," Ratio sighs, seeming slightly exasperated, "I care about you, I do, but what does celebrating one day of love prove?" His frown deepers.
"Besides, wouldn't it be better to spend the entire year doing all the romantic things and just ignore that one day? It's not like Valentine's Day means anything anyway." He shrugged, not giving your opinion much weight.
This was supposed to be your special day, a time for celebrating your love, yet it seemed he was intent on letting it slip by once again. How could he be so nonchalant? As you glance down at the calendar app, you can't help but feel hurt and neglected.
"But it's important to me, Veritas."
You were very excited about this type of festivities. But with his response everything went to waste, you thought he would be something more understanding this year.
"I told you, it's just a silly waste. Why does one day have to be more special than any other?"
He shrugs dismissively again as he returns to his studies, returning to his world of data and information, shutting out everything else around him.
"You know how I feel about these things. Why can't you just respect that?" Ratio's tone was now sharp, as if he had become irritated with your repeated attempts to draw him out.
As Ratio's words sink in, you're left with a bitter taste in your mouth. It was as if you were talking to a stone wall. There was no emotion behind his words, just cold logic. It was a side of him you were used to, yet it still hurt that he couldn't make just this one exception. It wasn't even about the holiday itself, it was about you.
Your eyes narrow in response to his growing annoyance.
"Yes, I do," you replied curtly "I understand perfectly well that these kinds of things are not important to you." Slight pause. "But I thought you might make an exception for me…" A hint of accusation glinted in your eyes. But Veritas remained unmoved.
As he continued to glare back at you, that familiar sense of loneliness returned.
"If you just wanted me to take you out on a date, you should have said that. Or better yet, if you want to do something romantic, you don't need a special day to do it."
He didn't seem to understand. It was more than just about taking you on a date. It was about the emotional implication, the symbolic gesture. It was about making your time together mean something.
You're still unable to hide your disappointment. And worse, this was not the first time he'd dismissed events just because they didn't have a point. He's missed out on many things because of this attitude, things that could have brought you closer together. It hurts that he doesn't realize how important they are for you.
"Can't you just humor me this one time? Don't you care when it's important to me?" You looked back at your phone, the box that marked the date '14' was adorned with hearts, then you turned off your phone, looking at it again.
"Yes, I care about you." Ratio spoke softly, the first words of kindness he had uttered thus far.
His eyes flit away momentarily as he thinks for a moment.
"Look… let's do this. Just for your sake. How about I take you out on a date this weekend? No special occasion, just a fun evening to enjoy each other's company. And I promise we can do something romantic."
The little hope you had was completely thrown away. You let out an inaudible sigh, feeling your mood drop immediately.
"…it's okay, I guess." You nodded in agreement, feeling a bitter taste in your mouth. What could have ended up being a nice valentine's day for tomorrow, ended in disappointment and a pending date for the weekend. A date as if it were a consolation prize.
"Now if you'll excuse me." He said somewhat irritated, he thought he had wasted a lot of time talking about "nonsense". So now he would continue with what he was doing before you came to ask him something.
You went numb in your spot, feeling a lump in your throat, moving away from where he was sitting.
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hayilium · 1 month
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DR SEEGSSS
some old Veritas drawings
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moonsaver · 2 months
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Dr ratio in love, in my opinion, would be kind of comical to see.
He's so dramatic about it, groaning, head in hands, papers splayed out on his desk... ugh, why you of all people? He thinks at the forefront of his mind, but oh, Aeons, who else could it be but you? Does he even want that? He's dying to be so loving and soft with you. No one else can replace the reflection of your silhouette in his eyes.
It's like.. you know the overdone tsundere trope in most animes? He's just that. He swears you're an imbecile, harshly rubbing the corner of your mouth with his handkerchief when there's food on it, demanding you to return it to him tomorrow, just so he has an excuse to see you. Whenever you pass by, he sees you from the corner of his eye, he's on your case about your "lack of experience and expertise in practically everything!" Pulling you towards his desk and sending you back with bulks of study materials. He's not pleased that you only end up reading or even learning 2/5ths of the material he sends, but he's also fairly easy on you, telling you that you at least tried. His alabastor head is on once again, as he feels a giddy spark in his chest that you actually made an effort! He's just excited!
He huffs whenever you come around him, his face immediately shifting into a scowl, but no one misses the slight tint of red on his cheeks. If anyone even dares to point it out (ahem, Aventurine), he'll deny, deny, deny, putting it down as just a bit of smudged red paint from his eyes.
And... please don't take it the wrong way. He does like you, as much as it's possible for him to. His heart is stiff and hard but it's so clear and easy to read. Sometimes when you get an answer correct, or show genuine interest and manage to hold a long conversation on a topic with him, a subconscious, soft smile creeps up on his face, the sharp edges of his eyebrows finally relaxing. Sometimes, quite rarely, you might hear him softly chuckle under his breath. Don't point it out, or his face will immediately shift into a forced and harsh scowl. Just savor the moment, instead.
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