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blooming-cecilia · 2 years

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hate that i love you so | venti/reader

summary: "Somewhere along the way, I found myself content in your company. Sure, you were still pretty annoying. Their chaos and yours can be irritating, but you were there and I could never find it in me to really push you away."

gn reader (lmk if i accidentally let smth slip so i can fix!), high school au, popular kid venti/not so popular reader, fluff, mild angst? an attempt at more lighthearted angst, i guess lol. just silly teens trying to deal with silly feelings

notes: hs au with venti beloved, from yet another brainrot session with @tomaytow! the trope is a little cliché but it’s nice to indulge in clichés every now and then, isn’t it? enjoy!

likes and reblogs appreciated! <3

The lunch bell rang, and students poured out of their classrooms to head to the cafeteria, loud chatter filling the hallways. You weaved through the crowd as swiftly as you could, heading into the opposite direction from everyone else.

You were headed to the library, and while you would have loved to have lunch with your friends, right now you couldn't stand to be with them—or anyone else for that matter.

They were up to their usual antics, teasing you with Venti, one of the more popular kids who unfortunately gained an interest in you. He has been quite vocal about his attraction. It confused you greatly when he first started paying more attention to you but it quickly turned into annoyance, with him constantly pestering you with his babbling and hanging off of you like a leech.

He’s captivated your entire class: your friends were his friends, and it seems that the same goes for every person he meets. Even the faculty! They’re all amused by his antics in trying to woo you, encouraging his shenanigans. (You can still hear the loud cheering and whistling from your class from when he asked you if you wanted to have lunch with him today, his treat!)

Everyone seems to see his charms… except for you.

You hear familiar footsteps clicking alongside your own, the sound growing louder as you briskly walk down empty hallways that lead up to the library.

You abruptly stop walking, and you can hear his shoes skidding to a stop behind you.

An hour. An hour of peace, an hour away from him and everyone else is all I ask for. Is he really that desperate for my attention that he can’t leave me alone for one hour?

“Why do you keep following me around? I told you I didn’t want to have lunch with you didn’t I? Are you deaf?”

”But, Windblume, I just wanted to— “

”FINE!”

“...huh?”

“FINE, YEAH, OKAY, SURE! THERE. THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR ISN’T IT? I’M YOURS NOW. YOUR PARTNER. NOW WILL YOU SHUT UP?”

“...”

“So? What? Nothing to say?”

“.…I don’t want you to say yes to me if you’re just forcing yourself to say that.”

”…What?”

”Windblume… do you really hate me that much? Can you really not stand my presence? Does seeing my face everyday disgust you that much, just as you say it does?”

It’s your turn to be silent.

That’s... not true, your mind immediately supplies. You don't hate his presence, per se.... Admittedly, there have been more times than you can count on your fingers where you can say that you don't find his company annoying. In fact, he's rather fun to be around. You acknowledge the nice things people said about his personality, because it's true.

You’ve asked yourself the same questions too, why do you hate the idea of becoming his partner so much? Is it the attention? The teasing from every single person you know of in this place? The jealous glares of his own fan club, muttering profanities about you under their breath?

Is it all worth it? To say no to him to avoid what others will say, think, and do when it comes to both of you? Can you really handle hurting someone who’s shown that he truly cares for you, clear as day?

But before you can respond to him, you look up and find an empty hallway.

---

He doesn't come to school the next day.

Or the day after that.

Nor the day after that, too.

He didn't show up for a week.

You told yourself you were going to apologize and be honest with him after that day, but how can you even talk to him if he's not even there?

You're worried, and with his loud presence missing from the room, you constantly feel eyes on you again. Nothing new, but this time it feels more distressing, probing. Everyone likely knows that something happened between you both and given your past responses... you're sure they know.

Now a villain in their eyes, perhaps.

It's uncomfortable, but you couldn’t care less. Your mind is still on him, his words and your own echoing in that empty hallway.

When he comes back after more than a week's absence, everyone gathers around him, various concerns and questions thrown at him about his well-being.

He's trying his best to seem fine and act as usual but you know it's a lie. (When did you start reading him so well?)

He used the crowds as walls keeping you from having a quiet moment with him. When he doesn't have them with him, he simply vanishes, out of sight.

Finally, after multiple failed attempts, you catch up to him after classes, and grab hold of his wrist to keep him from leaving.

"Venti, wait!"

"A-ah... W-[Name]...! Hi, haha..."

He called you by your name. Not Windblume.

"Venti... please.... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you and say such mean things—"

"No, no. I should be the one apologizing. I've been so pushy this entire time, haven't I? Constantly following you around, all the teasing... You don't like the attention and noise but I forced my feelings and reputation onto you. It's my fault, not yours. So I understand. Why you're always so irritated and why you said that. I don't know how else to make it up to you, I'll do whatever you want if you have an idea, but I'll stay away from you from now on—"

"Don't go."

"...What?"

"Don't go. You wanna know how you can make it up to me? Stay here."

"Wait what, I don't get—"

"You shouldn't even have to make it up to me... I'm the one at fault—no, don't you dare refute that. I made you upset enough that you couldn't show up to class for a week. I've been an ass, both for yelling at you and for not being honest."

"I did find you annoying. I hate large crowds and loud noises and you always had those with you. You're loud enough on your own but with everyone else in the mix… it really was annoying. I avoided you because I just couldn't be bothered by the mess and the racket because I had better things to do than to get caught up in he middle of your crowd."

"And it got worse when you started to take interest in me. Your attention constantly on me, every single day. Where you look, the crowd looks too. I couldn’t handle the attention, like you can. I hated it."

He winces.

"But I don't hate you."

Surprised, his eyes meet yours, small glimmers of hope reflected in his gaze.

"Their constant chattering was nothing but noise to me. But when I started listening in, I realized, what they say about you is true. Who wouldn't want to surround themselves with such a wonderful soul? You deserve all the attention and praise you get."

"The more time I spent with you, I saw nothing but sunshine in your smile and laugh. You find me, even in places no one else knows. And I felt at ease when you sit by my side and hum as you strum your guitar. In quiet moments like that, it felt like you knew me better than anyone else ever did."

"Somewhere along the way, I found myself content in your company. Sure, you were still pretty annoying. Their chaos and yours can be irritating, but you were there and I could never find it in me to really push you away."

"And when the one time I finally did... I couldn't take it either. I yelled at you, made you leave for a while and it's like I’ve lost sight of the lighthouse and I'm left, lost at sea."

You take his hand in yours, softly caressing your thumb over his knuckles.

"It really only hit me then how much you meant to me already. I don't know when I started to care so much about you but I do. Neither do I know what I really feel for you… all I know is that I don't want you to leave my side."

"So stay. Please."

He's silent for a moment before he lifts his gaze from your intertwined hands to look back at you.

"To be honest with you Windblume... I never really wanted to leave in the first place."

You snicker, "I know," and he follows, laughter echoing in the empty hallway.

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"Wiiiiiiiindbluuuuuumeeeee!"

A loud voice disturbs the quiet murmurs of the room. It's early next morning, so people taking quick naps on their desks grumbled from the disturbance.

Venti lets out a small apology, setting down his bag in his seat, before taking your hand, dragging you out the door and down the halls.

"Venti! Where are we going?"

He doesn't answer, instead leading you through twists and turns of various paths and halls.

You get out of the building and find yourself led into a quiet area, near one of the school's many gardens.

You find his guitar case leaning by a tree, and a bag of bright red apples next to it.

He stops and turns, giving you a fond look before engulfing you in a big hug and squeezing. Snuggling his face into into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent, he mumbles.

"Mm, good morning Windblume... I missed you."

You let out a sigh, a small smile on your lips as you wrap your arms around him, gently squeezing back.

"’Morning, Venti. Why are we here so early?"

He breaks away from the hug, taking an apple from the bag and holding one up to you, intertwining his free hand with yours.

"Well... I thought maybe we can have some breakfast and a little relax time before class starts? I could sing you a new song I've been working on!"

You laugh, take the apple from his hands and bite into it.

"Do apples count as breakfast? Doesn't sound like a full meal to me~"

"Well it is to me!!!"

"Honestly I don't know how you get full from just apples for a meal..."

He just giggles as he takes out his guitar from its case.

"Alright! For my first song of the day..."

---

When you come back to your classroom five minutes before class starts, no one makes any teasing comment.

You can feel some looks on you, and some concealed smiles, but no one makes a single remark about you two coming back to the classroom together.

You're confused, and Venti doesn't say anything either, just offering you a smile as he leads you to your seat, and heads to his own.

The morning bell rings.

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Bonus:

#tulip writes #venti x reader #venti imagines #venti x you #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #ngl i struggled a bit trying to write that first part #bc i wrote this in one go in our dms and i started off in my mother tongue #so if its wonky or doesnt flow well sorry lol #hs aus give me much serotonin #just characters being silly kids #also had fun with the chat bonus #only added 5wirl bc honestly dont know who else to put in venti's class #i was just imagining a bunch of faceless npcs #the gc is like. a more casual gc for the class where they can talk abt whatever #only ppl who wanted to be in the gc are there but its still a pretty big gc w half of the class in it #reader is not there #they left bc they often teased in there too and reader is just like. ok not having this shit bye (leaves)#their section is named freedom bc i ran out of gc titles and just #did what my old class gcs used to do in the casual one w/o our adviser #jusr.#[section name][year] (UNOFFICIAL)#KJSHDFJSD #venti talking to everyone in the gc is his way of making it up to u :]#he offered to do what u wanted but u just said stay and hes like....that doesnt feel any different from what i usually did :(#i wanna do smth else too :(

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fairy-angel222 · 3 months

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𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

He’s so cocky at first, smirking when you bottom down on his length. “Think you can handle it baby? Take your time if you need to kay? I know it might be too much f’ you.” He chuckles.

You raise a brow in amusement. “Oh i can handle it baby, can you?” Was what you’d first said. And that question hadn’t changed since.

His lips parted in breathy groans and heavy breathing as his hands find your waist. Lips red and swollen from biting them as his eyes looked up at you almost pleadingly. “F-fuck baby.. you’re— shit, going so f-fast. Wanna slow d-down hmm?”

You smile widely, back arching as you lean down to kiss his jaw softly. Giving a false hum in thought. “Mmm.. you can take it.” He lets out the most cry like moan, head falling back into his pillow as his hips jerk upwards. Body trembling lightly when his eyes met yours.

“Shit— please baby. You d-don’t know how fucking- haah.. how fucking tight she’s grippin’ me right now.” He was referring to the way your snug walls stroked up and down his length with every harsh bounce of your hips. “I’m gonna— o-oh fuck, gonna cum again.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the crack in his voice. Your head tilted to the side as you coo teasingly. “Yeah? Gonna be a good boy n cum f’ me baby?”

He chuckles shakily, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as his cock twitches inside you. “God i fucking love you— ahh, even when you’re milking my cock like you hate m-me.” His senses were heightened, ears picking up the every squelch on your sopping pussy and his cock feeling every ridge of your gummy walls.

He lost it when you began rolling your hips sensually. Your thighs sticking to his at the mere amount of slick that joined you two. Your wetness and his cum seeping between your folds and down his girth, turning your skilled movements sloppy as you rut your hips.

You brought a hand to his face, using your nail to brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead. “C’ mon.. let it all out.” You smiled sweetly, eyes holding a dark glint when his eyes turn teary. Small beads of water pooling at his lids before he’s crying out your name.

Overly sensitive cock aching as he spills yet another load into you. Pumping the thick white substance till you’re pumped full. The rest of the substance spurting back onto him at the lack of space.

You let out a moan, “Wow baby- there’s so much. Might.. might just be your biggest load yet.” You were getting tired, but you’d never let him know that. You swear you hear him whimper when you capture his lips with yours slowly beginning to rock your hips again.

“Shit— don’t think- d-don’t think i can give you any more baby. Feels like my cock’s gonna f-fall off.” He panted, trying to keep himself together when he felt you jerking him off with your smug walls again. A small tremble raking through his body each time your ass landed back down.

His hand left your waist to cover his reddening face. Unable to hide the cherry shade of his ears and neck as he whimpered yet again. Choking out a string of moans with tears staining his cheeks when you shush him gently, “‘S only one more baby, give me one more.”

You were the only one with the ability to truly break Satoru if you tried.

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