Close, But Not Your Favorite

“Close, but not your favorite

with Navia”

With her obligations in her life, you should’ve expected that you wouldn’t take priority. Even with her attempts to fill in gaps and plan dates, it wasn’t rare when cancellations would take place due to her inability to attend. She just had too much to do.

So you’d bite your tongue each time one of the Spina’s members would come to you directly and inform you of her absence.

It was as if life had favorites, and you weren’t one of them.

But to tell her, claiming that it’s simply too much to handle. How pathetic would that be? That you can’t handle not being a focus in her already busy and bustling life.

“Gentle with me

with Jade Leech”

Non-detailed NSFW

It shocks you, quite a bit. How every ask of confirmation has no hidden tease behind it. As he asks you if he can touch you here, or kiss you there. He is sincere and gentle with your body.

How amusing and sweet it is, to witness your beloved boyfriend offer you a blanket to hide your face if you find it necessary. He’s so attentive to your body’s reactions and the sounds you make. Trying to ensure you aren’t in too much pain, or discomfort.

He’s unfamiliar with this act, so he allows you to guide him. Telling him what you like or dislike. It’s all so soft, the way murmurs praises into your shoulder when it’s all said and done.

Although he isn’t accustomed to the heat of the ordeal, he can handle it if it means you’re okay. Unless, of course, you’d like to be cleaned. He can run a nice bath for the two of you.

He can save any chaotic thoughts or energy for another time, but all that’s important to him, is ensuring you are okay. You are his priority.

Drafts — 5

Queue — 0

“The state of my works

What a dreary topic. . .”

it’s basically just i tell you a bit about myself and you match me with a character you think i’d be good with :D

i’m mafuyu as you know www, i’m 160cm/5’2 and i was born in japan! i wear a lot of baggy shirts/sweaters, short shorts with belts and a shit ton of chains and thigh high socks are my ride or die. i’m a demigirl and i prefer girls but i don’t mind being matched with a guy!

i’m an infp with pretty severe social anxiety, and i skateboard a lot! i live with my grandma for the most part and i’m the world’s best NA qiqi main (real)

if you don’t wanna do the matchup then feel free to ignore 🫶

Hmmm, I think you’d be best paired with…

Furina !!

As someone who tends to struggle with her self-esteem, I feel she could appreciate someone who can relate to her on some sort of level.

I feel she’d be very intrigued by your unique sense of style! It’s so peculiar to her, seeing ways of dressing that are unlike her home, but she enjoys it a lot. She’d even allow you to style a couple outfits for her, as long as she can have fun with yours as well.

I believe she’d enjoy a partner on the shorter side, someone who she can hold and struggle with on the vertical level. Although, getting high obejcts can be tricky for the two of you.

Being an introvert is no issue with her in the slightest, as long as you can communicate when something’s too much. She’s capable of speaking up for you, or toning things down if necessary.

She would ask you to teach her how to skateboard just so she can enjoy it with you (even if she freaks out a lot).

Despite her flaws or shortcomings, she can put in effort when needed, and is sure to devote her time and effort into ensuring your comfort!

This is my first time trying something like this, so if you’re unhappy with it, just let me know!!

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

MAFU, YOUR WORKS ARE BEAUTIFUL <333

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.