i have seen your tags! so i must say: how about making that another time about jealous venti rn time? only if you're up for it though!
again i am very sorry for this late response but here’s a snippet from a fic (that’s actually all abt jealous venti in a modern setting LOL <3) said fic is 5/6 done so here’s a preview in case i won’t get it finished;
cw: a lil suggestive. (i should calm down honestly.)
Drowning in your reviewers and notebooks, you bump your forehead on your study table.
Ugh.
This. Is. Too. Much.
They can’t expect us to memorize this all! You glare at the piece of note card you made. You wrote acronyms for this stupid topic just so your brain can get familiar with it, but unfortunately, there are so many! And it’s not even a major subject!
“Hi, my Windblume,” There are arms that encircle your waist, and you take a deep breath. Venti’s voice during this time is able to calm your nerves. He presses his front to your backside. “You seem frustrated! Take a break—just for twenty minutes will suffice.”
You glance by your shoulder with a sly smirk. “You just want me to kiss you, don’t you?”
Venti lets out his signature giggle, “Bingo. Now come on—“ He yanks your hand forcefully, and you topple over with a shriek. Venti’s so strong, sometimes it scares (and amazes) you. For someone his own size, who knew that this delicate looking man can generate so much strength and power?
(Oh, isn’t he part of the archery team or whatever…?)
You return to reality when Venti pokes your waist, making you squeak. “Ah! Venti! Don’t do that!”
“Thinking about other people rather than me?” Venti pinches your cheeks, “I’m hurt~ aren’t I supposed to be your distraction?”
You remove his hands on your face, but you still keep holding it with yours. “I was not thinking of other people. I was thinking about you.” Then, you find out where you’re sitting now—on his lap. “Venti, aren’t I heavy? I should get off.”
Venti firmly squeezes your waist. The way his fingers dip on your skin makes you blush a little. He puffs his cheeks, “No, stay! I want you here. Please, love?”
How can you say no to his puppy eyes? With a defeated sigh, you forfeit. “Okay.”
“Yay!” Venti smiles joyfully. “Kiss me? I will be your stress–reliever! Let it all out to me, Windblume—your frustrations, your irritations, the whirlwind inside of you. Tell me all about it.”
You’re really thankful that you have Venti as a lover. He’s just so sweet, understanding, and supportive. He’s one of the main reasons why you can withstand college.
You’re not reluctant to tilt your head and latch your lips with his. It’s so soft. But instead of sweet candy, there’s a taste of the bitterness of the black coffee he consumed. “I hate my professors.” You kiss him again. He kisses you back this time. “I hate them so much—they’re giving us so many projects when they’re aware that it’s midterms week.”
Venti’s eyelids flutter in content. “Have you talked to your professors about it? Aah, mm—windblume...—“ He murmurs, “If… if there are any problems such as this, it’s better to talk it out with them…hmm…”
“I–It’s futile,” you say, and you kiss Venti again and again. “There’s nothing I— I can do anymore when they’ve already made up their mind…”
You add with a small pant, “Even Albedo can’t negotiate with them…”
You continue your slow pace when Venti suddenly deepens the kiss. Your toes curl and your heart skips from the abruptness. When you detach away from him, you muster up the courage to say something. Your chest heaves up and down as you whisper a “V–Venti…?”
He opens his eyelids midway.
What you are witnessing right now—it’s a flushed Venti.
And his eyes… they’re filled with want.
You feel like a prey under a predator’s gaze.
It takes him a while to respond. Both of you are catching your breaths. You’re not sure of what’s happening right now. The way Venti looked at you, surely, he’s not…
The room is so hot right now.
You’re disturbed from your thoughts when Venti buries his whole face on your chest. You can hear his muffled voice— Windblume…
He sounds a little upset, you think as you feel his hold on you tightens.
“What’s wrong?” You dip your head down to thread your fingers on his hair. You scratch his scalp tenderly, “H-hey. What’s wrong, my needy distraction? Are you finally realizing that I’m stopping the circulation of your blood flow, and that I must get off?”
He makes a noise akin to a scoff. As if, he probably wants to say. Venti clutches you closer. “Stay.”
A demand?
“A–alright.” You smile. “I will. But only for like, sixteen minutes.”
Venti lifts his head a little to reveal his beautiful eyes. He still has his nose and lips dug to your sternum as he speaks. “Thirty minutes.” Though subdued, you manage to understand.
“I have to study,” you gulp nervously. “Midterms will kill me.”
“But I’m your boyfriend,” Venti nuzzles into you. Archons, he is so needy. “And isn’t it your responsibility to cater my needs?”
You narrow your eyes at him. Very needy indeed. “Amazing. What should I do next, then?”
“Ahaha, kiss me.”
“Again?”
“Yes.”
“You really are distracting me from my studies. Do you want me to fail?”
“Of course not. But kiss me. Please?”
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Phoenix's wins this week:
I booked tickets to see The Phantom Menace in cinema next Sunday!!!
I booked tickets to see The Search for Spock in cinema in June!!!
I just planned 3 (decent!) maths lessons in under an hour
Mum bought me a surprise gingerbread man to take on the school trip I'm chaperoning tomorrow
Phoenix's not-wins this week:
I Did Not Know that I was opening the cafe alone yesterday, didn't pick up the key on Friday, and therefore had to sprint to the other location (thankfully not to far) to get the spare, sprint back, and then do all my opening jobs
My asthma has not spontaneously disappeared, and the running was unpleasant XD
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