Jinx Has Me Acting Unwise.

jinx has me acting unwise.

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≡;- ꒰ °A Life With Venti <3 ꒱

Character: Venti/ barbietoes

Warnings: food mention, not proof read, completely fluff

Fandom: Genshin impact

A/n: Requests are open!! Pls send some genshin stuff I’m v inspired currently

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Headcannons:

⇢ He ‘serenades’ you with songs he writes for you like, twice a week

⇢ Goes to the tavern a lot less after meeting you, he wants to spend more time with you relaxing

⇢ That doesn’t mean he’ll stop going completely, He still goes quite a lot

⇢ Always brings back handpicked bouquets of flowers for you when he goes to windrise

⇢ He is a pretty bad cook but can cook like 5 meals that taste amazing

⇢ Don’t be surprised to come back to your home and find venti just chilling with some random bird, I feel like he gets on well with animals

⇢ He is very touchy and likes to hold your hand a lot or just place his hand somewhere on you, but he is respectful of you too and if you’re uncomfortable he stops immediately

⇢ He really likes when you braid his hair for him!! And when you unbraid it after a long day

⇢ He begs you to have matching plaits with you if you have long enough hair, and if you don’t he tried to persuade you to grow it out enough for plaits

⇢ He loves making you smile and will annoy diluc to get you to laugh

⇢ He loves hugs!!! Hugs from behind are very common, he just runs up from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist with a cocky “hello, darling~”

⇢ If you watch him play for other people he will definetly say stuff like “this ones for a very special person” and wink very obviously at you

⇢ Nicknames would include: windblume, darling, sweetheart, flower, dearest, beloved

SONGS:

Soldier, poet, king - the oh hellos

Sweet tooth - cavetown

Oh klahoma - jack stauber (I’m not sure why)

Meteor shower - cavetown

Problematic - bo burnham (purely bc of an edit on tt)

Patchwork- sung by Ventis Chinese VA!!

DATES:

A usual date for you two would be an evening at the tavern, eating dinner there and watching venti play for a few hours, before going home for cuddles, or sitting at the fountain together and just chatting

Other dates that are still often, but less so would be sitting at his tree in windrise, writing poetry or songs or reading poetry or stories to each other, with someone’s head in the others lap

Rarer dates would be gliding on top of buildings at nighttime to find a picnic date that venti set up, complete with candles, a cushions and of course, dilucs finest wine. And once, a very deep conversation shared in the hands of ventis anemo statue outside the cathedral

GIFTS:

He always gives you small things that he finds that reminds him of you, so expect wildflowers, rocks, crystals, food, or anything that can be foraged. For more important events he actua saves money he gets from performing and buys you something special. He always wants to show you how much he cares for you but he doesn’t believe that physical items should be a metaphor for his love. That won’t stop him from getting you gifts though!

OTHER:

If one of you are going somewhere, or are simply too busy working to meet up with each other, you send notes to each other via the wind. Venti usually starts them, saying things like “I miss you <3” or “how’s my darling today?”

He always always always is ready to comfort. Wether you need cuddles ASAP or a distraction from the heavy burdens of day to day life, venti is always there for you. He might seem like a complete jokester at first glance, but the bard can truly be an understanding and loving s/o.

VISUALS:

LOVESICK

ft. jinx arcane

PAIRING: jinx x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNING/S: just valentine’s day fluff

JINX WASN’T SURE WHEN EXACTLY HER SHALLOW INFATUATION DRIFTED INTO SOMETHING MUCH GREATER… INTO A CHAOTIC STORM OF BLIND PASSION AND AFFECTIONATE DESIRES TOWARDS Y/N. the person in question sat at a giant love seat in the corner of their room, knuckles digging into their cheek as they propped their head up and read away at the paper held carefully in their dominant hand. “who could’ve done this? ya know… i don’t talk to a lot of people, jinx,” their bashful smile faded away as they reached the end of the letter, confused E/C eyes meeting jinx’s lingering gaze.

“hmm… not sure,” jinx answered flatly with an over dramatic shrug to her shoulders. the girl’s odd behaviour made Y/N cock a brow at her but drop their suspicions almost immediately. “argh,” they groaned and furrowed their brows, she wasn’t much help at the moment.

“i mean i guess there’s nothing left to do, they left no clues as to who they could be…” Y/N sighed and placed the letter on the arm of their chair. they looked annoyed and that made jinx’s confidence falter a little as she tried to conjure up what to say next. “well… maybe that’s the point, they’re scared to say something to you? maybe they know you too well and don’t want to lose you,” as she said this, jinx pulled her arms over her face and pretended to stretch. even though her arms covered her, there was still a bright pink that seeped through the cracks of her arms that caught Y/N’s eye.

why was she blushing?

“right, that could be it,” their gaze never left jinx after that. Y/N tilted their head to the side to get a better look at the girl sitting far off across the room. realization struck them, like cupid’s arrow to their backside it came so suddenly along with a burst of energy. the anonymous person who wrote the letter was the same person sitting atop of Y/N’s poofy red bedsheets, the same flustered moron who was covering their face in hopes of not giving away their identity. it was jinx.

a small smirk fell to their lips, one that had gone unnoticed by the blue haired girl and reeked of mischief. “ehh— guess we’ll never know!” Y/N started with a click of their tongue as they stood up and scooped the letter up with them.

“this handwriting— its chicken scribbles! surprised i could even read it,” they puffed out their cheeks, hazily looking down at the letter in mock disappointment. Y/N was amused now, picking up on the little hints jinx was unintentionally giving and slapping her across the face with embarrassment. “eh? i bet it’s not that bad! let me see!” jinx groaned and sat up from the bed. she quickly snatched the letter, pretending to skim over it as if she wasn’t the one who wrote it days prior. “what do you mean?! i can read it just fine,” she said through gritted teeth, as she gave Y/N a cold stare down. she was embarrassed, she was angry, so much so that she was red in the face— she was lovesick.

“and they even used the wrong ‘your’ could you imagin—” Y/N’s innocent teasing had been cut short by a rough hand colliding with the wall to the left of their face. the blue haired girl cornered Y/N against the wall, easily picking up on the amused expression on their face and knowing all too well what was happening. “what made it obvious? was my acting not good enough?” jinx’s voice came out as a weak whisper, head tilted down so she didn’t have to look them in the eyes. “yeah,” Y/N, taken aback by the sudden closeness, breathed out shakily. their cheeks felt hot and a lump started to form in their throat, the contents of the letter started to flood their mind and left them feeling even more bashful. “your letter, it’s sweet,” they smiled warmly.

jinx, hair in her face and damn near expressionless had perked up from those words. she slowly lifted her head to meet Y/N’s gaze. “is this your nice way of rejecting me? i don’t want to hear it,” she spoke weakly now but kept her eyes glued to their soft features. “not at all, i’m just sad i couldn’t hear those words from you,” their heart was beating fast from the look jinx sent their way, yet they ever so calmly placed a hand on her hot cheek. the two stood there in silence, listening to each other’s slow breaths as they both thought of what they should say next.

“ya know i could read it out to you, if you want,” jinx grinned now, realizing that what she was faced with wasn’t rejection; it was an invitation. she moved back, pulling Y/N along by the hem of their shirt and dragging them over to their soft bed. the two plopped down on the sheets, Y/N landing ever so slightly atop of jinx who now held the letter above them.

every word that spilt past jinx after that came from the letter, misspelt or not Y/N listened intently. as she read the letter out, the dementor started to change into something more warmer, something that melted away jinx’s fear of rejection and something that compelled Y/N to burry their face into the crook of her neck.

jinx was glad that Y/N knew her so well because of they hadn’t she wouldn’t have them curled up in her arms, whispering about all the times jinx’s hints had gone unnoticed and which ones they managed to pick up on. it was embarrassing and it made her red but she couldn’t be more happier in that moment.

this is so cute im AGAJSJDJFJGG 💞💕

random thought but jinx would def have just dance dates with her s/o

JUST IMAGINE IT

RUN AWAYS

summary: when bumping heads with a young girl from the undercity. you couldn’t help but be attracted to her knowingly your parents wouldn’t accept her, especially if she’s from the undercity, no matter how much it hurts you.

paring: vi x fem!reader

warning(s): slight angst, dumb teenagers, forbidden relationship, bad relationship with parents

writers note: I’ve actually made something similar to this, but i didn’t like how it turned out.

Growing up in Piltover had its perks.

To those outside of its little town of greedy rich people. Meaning you were born lucky. Nothing to worry about. Of course you had to worry about not getting robbed from the Undercity people. And if you grew up in Piltover, you should be afraid of Zaun citizen’s, for they are dangerous. Or so they assumed.

You were no different, until you hit heads with a girl from the Undercity.

She was no older than you were. Both of you were still in your teens, maybe in your late teenage years. She’s awfully nice and charming. And beautifully imperfect. She’s different. You felt so drawn to her, she taught you many things that you never learned from Piltover, and probably never would.

It was so often for the young teenager to break into your home and sit on your bed.

It filled you up with so much joy at the sight of her in your room.

“You know they won’t accept you—us being together. They’ll hate the idea of Piltover and Undercity being a couple, or something like that.”

You quietly said, furrowing your brows as your fingers gently brushed the shaved part of her head. Vi lets out a sigh of annoyance.

It’s been two hours since the pink haired girl showed up at your home and made herself comfortable on your bed, not that it bothered you. “Of course, they would.” She turns over on her back, you anxiously nibbled on your bottom lip, guilt rushing over you. You knew it wasn’t your fault, yet you couldn’t help but feel— guilty? Or as if it was your fault

“Oil and water aren't meant to be.”

Your lips quivered, thinking of a way to protest with what she had said. You knew she didn’t mean what she said. She was upset at your family, knowingly they'll do anything in their power to keep you two from seeing each other, no matter how much it tore you apart. They were stuck-up bastards.

Propping yourself up your arm, gently turning the girl's head towards you, soothing her cheek with your thumb. “We’ll figure it out, okay. Just, please… don’t leave me.” You whispered, resting your forehead on her shoulder

“Alright.”

Sighing through her nose, allowing you to nuzzle closer to her, breaking every gap between. “Hey. I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time, and I know that your family makes you unhappy..” She began

“Let’s run away together.”

It’s been years.

A very long time since she declared about ‘running away’ together. You were a normal, dumb teenager agreeing with her. You trusted her with both your heart and life. Was it stupid of you to believe her? Was she truly a liar? You’ve waited hours, days, weeks, even years for her return. Although, you never stepped foot into the Undercity.

Your parents never let you leave the house without adult supervision. Let alone themselves.

Reaching your adult years. You’ve become a very successful woman. Though becoming an enforcer was truly a good idea? Your teenage lover wholeheartedly hates them.

You’ve became partners with Caitlyn. The Kiramma’s beloved, yet intelligent daughter. You both grew up together, since your mother is good friends with Caitlyn’s mother, surprisingly. Your mother is—a retired scientist. (Although you and Caitlyn barely spent time together throughout your childhood, for one she was practicing shooting.)

Your parents are both successful scientists. Makes you feel like the dirt they walk on. A disappointment.

Throwing your arms out on your oversized bed. Staring up at the ceiling of your room. You wondered if it’s stupid—maybe even insane to hope that your beloved pink haired would break into your room late at night when your parents had left. Hoping she’ll come into your room complaining about her adopted siblings, how they’re making her lose her hair or how Mylo would whine and pick fights with the group. Powder.

Who you’ve met, and loved with all your heart.

You wondered why she had been missing because she found someone new, better. Who wasn’t a rich topsider with stuck-up parents.

Were you that dumb?

Years and you’ve always second guess yourself.

You hoped to meet her again, with the same love she had for you when you were both teenagers.

That’s when you were requested to go to the Undercity with Caitlyn. Plus an inmate tagging along, her other partner. You weren’t against the idea of her breaking someone out of Stillwater. Someone who had more and better experience with the Undercity than the both of you Topsiders.

Once you met them both at a planned location. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You prayed that it wasn’t a dream, the woman you had fallen in love with since a late teenager was alive and standing next to your tall business partner.

She had creative tattoos coloring her skin and a small tattoo on her cheekbone.

Where the hell was she?

She had a scar on her eyebrow and upper lip.

“Let’s run away together.”

“Run away? Like elope.” You giggled, earning one from the girl next to on your bed

“Yea, like elope.” Vi wasn’t against the idea, not even a little. She’ll be with you as you’ll be with her. Though she hasn’t thought it through, on where you two would run to. Where you’ll end up

A smile never leaves your features, reaching ear to ear as you softly cupped Vi’s cheeks, bringing her in a short, gentle kiss that could make your heart skip a beat or just completely stop.

So standing in front of her… made you delighted.. devastated? There had to be an explanation for her disappearance. That you missed.

First meeting Vi was when she was robbing you. In your room rummaging through your belongings, something that is worth some coins, or something cool to give to Ekko or Powder. Though you were pinned to your door and threatened. Honestly, this was your first time meeting someone outside of your home, let alone a girl the same age as you.

You were a homeschooled girl after all, a loner without friends.

Meeting someone the same age and a girl was like a blessing. As insane as it sounds. Once she finished her business of robbing you. She prepared to leave, before you grabbed her wrist.

She aggressively shook it off, mean mugging you from head to toe and a distaste look plants her face. “What?” She irritatedly questioned, you knowing that your existence bothers her, swallowing thickly trying to come up with the respectful words to say to her

“Please come back.” You said, more as a pathetic plead

Rolling her eyes, “Sure, whatever.”

Admitting that she didn’t return until six weeks later when she appeared inside your room looking around, even touching a few items here and there.

You were dumb and happy. Only an idiot would want to be friends with a criminal, although she had her reasons.

Vi disappeared for a very long time, she didn’t waste any time engulfing you in a tight embrace, as for Caitlyn who awkwardly walked off to give you and Vi some alone time. Vi’s hand rested the back of your head.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” She exhaled, desperately trying to hold back her tears

Pulling away with a hand cupping your cheek, you unintentionally lean into it. “Where were you?”

“I got arrested. It’s a lot to explain, I promise to tell you everything.”

You didn’t pester her. You wanted to enjoy this small reunion with her, you’re just happy that she’s alive.

“Do you still want to run away together?”

I think, this one might, just might came out better than the last one I made that’s collecting dust…