"I Wanna Kiss Your Lips

"I wanna kiss your lips

with Mualani"

"I wanna be your girlfriend." The room stilled, interrupting Mualani's rambling about the blonde traveler she acquainted herself with. Her eyes locked with yours in a bewildered expression, one that you couldn't decipher. Still, you continued. "I don't want to lose my chance with the one girl I've ever liked for some random person she's never even met. It's not fair."

Not bearing to look back at her after your stupid and impulsive confession, you tried to get up from your seat in front of her, but she pulled you back as soon as you attempted to abandon the awkward position.

"So, you're gonna leave without giving a girl a chance to accept or reject you?" Using one of her hands, she guided your head to meet eyes with her own. A smile was stamps on her lips, like she'd won something. And perhaps it was your shame she'd retrieved. You couldn't tell. "Say it again, please."

"I-," you were hesitant, "I want to date you, Mualani."

Seeming satisfied, she contemplated her words before delivering them. "Then let's date, silly. I was waiting for you to notice me."

comfort fic…hu tao comforting reader who lost a family member please..

“In my time of need

with Hu Tao”

With her arms around your waist, she allows you to rest your body into her own. Her grip is firm, and the atmosphere feels heavy. Unlike the director’s usual behavior, she was silent while embracing you.

Not because she didn’t want to speak. She just didn’t know how. Hu Tao has never been confident or sure of her abilities to comfort or be there for someone emotionally,

But for you, she makes an exception to her rule of keeping her distance. She wants to try to help. And not by trying to make you laugh with her, at times, poor humor.

But by trying to show you she cares. And she’s there.

Loss is a scary thing. She knows that. So if she can help you grieve in any healthy manner, she’ll be there. As both a friend and a lover. If you need her, you have her.

Losing someone is one of the hardest things someone can experience. The world can be so unfair to the most undeserving people. Try to keep your head up. I’m here if you need anything <3

"Oldest trick in the book

with Lilia Vanrouge"

Dancing in the living room of ramshackle dorm was not how Lilia expected to spend his evening.

He was ready to scare you at your doorway as you entered from a long day of classes. He ended up facing an almost cardiac event when you collapsed into him. He recollected himself, ready to tease you. But you stopped him.

"I need a recharge, Lilia. Got something for that?" His eyes softened, reaching a hand up to stroke your hair. A habit he inherited, from the realization that while the world was unkind, all he could do was protect his family and beloved.

Because of this way of living, he eased your head to his shoulder, guiding you inside. "It's an old trick I learned." With a low chuckle, he moved his hands to your shoulders. "Show me your dance moves, and we'll party your burdens away."

Seeing your less than amused expression, he giggled some more.

"Now, I'm only slightly tugging on your leg. We don't need to party." Which meant the dancing part still held true, unfortunately. You weren't in the mood to dance, you were in the mood to sleep. It was evident in the way your body swayed out of sync with his. "Come now, don't tell me you can't spare me your best attempt."

"I just want to rest with you," you mumbled as he lifted your arm to twirl himself. He paused. And you continued, "I'm sorry. I just really want to be held by you."

His parted lips pursed together in an uneasy expression. Not one of uncertainty towards you, more towards himself and his failure. He knew you were tired, but perhaps he hadn't expected him to be the object of comfort for you.

"Yes, of course." He pulled you close to him, in a more intimate embrace. More intimate than his teasing and typical hugs. "Let's get you to bed." Somehow, you managed to render him speechless and infatuated with your sleepy phrases.

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That’s literally how I feel with your works

I typically only like male characters in most medias, but your works have made me obsessed

"She might let you stay

with Kinich"

Walking into your home for something more than just a friendly hangout was an experience Kinich never dreamt of encountering. He never really dreamt of hanging out with anyone. In his head, there wasn't much use for dreaming of others. At least, that was the case before you.

In your comfortable attire, you smiled at him from your couch. "I'm so glad you were able to come, Kinich." It wasn''t his first time in your abode, but it was the first time you asked him on a date. Granted, it wasn't anything special. Just a dinner at home with maybe a kiss at the end.

"I wouldn't leave you hanging. You should know that by now if we are going to date." So upfront, as always. He took his seat beside you and was a bit taken aback as you leaned against him. His left shoulder was made into a pillow as you relaxed into his stiff figure.

It wasn't something he ever prepared himself for. The feeling of another person making home in his heart before he could prepare for any cautionary measures.

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ᯓ✿ there was no saving you

ˋ°•*⁀➷ inspired by this amazing fic by beau 🫶 in which your illness only seems to get worse

ˋ°•*⁀➷ baizhu x gn! reader

₊˚ ANGST!!! MUCH ANGST, marrying a corpse but like not in a weird way, character death (reader)

he wished he knew from the very second you met that it wasn’t meant to last. the medicines he had brewed for you kept you sleeping and comfortable until the inevitable end. something kept baizhu standing by that bed, he could have gave up but he took care of you. even as you became weaker and barely able to stand for longer than a minute, he was losing sleep looking for something, anything that could cure you. maybe it was his dedication to medicine, or maybe he loved you despite your fleeting life.

in the middle of the night, the doctor had fallen asleep at his desk when he awoke from a nightmare and decided that enough is enough. he had realized something that night, something he hadn’t realized he wanted. baizhu knew deep down that there was absolutely nothing he could do to save you from the rapidly approaching end, this thing is going to kill you sooner rather than later. he’d find himself talking to you while you were fast asleep under the influence of the cocktail of medicines he’d given you to keep you comfortable, telling you everything and pretending you could hear him. if he could only take the ailment that will soon take your life and transfer it to himself, he would in a heartbeat.

as your condition further deteriorated, he knew the end would come in only days. as you took your last breath before falling into an eternal sleep, baizhu’s heart shattered into a million pieces. placing a silver ring on your finger, he’d carry your lifeless body to the grave he prepared just outside his house.

day after day, the doctor would place the flowers you loved on your grave, hopelessly praying that you’d be happy and without the illness that had taken your fleeting life on the other side.