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[jingyuan-s]

Forgive me if i’m wrong, but did u use to have a mlm detective x detective bot, sunshine x grumpster, all that jazz? Cuz I found they mysteriously disappeared, and my memories not all that good, soooo i don’t remember if u made them or another person did, if u DID then i dont wanna be searching aimlessly for smth that doesnt, yknow, exist anymore [sob]

i've never made a bot like that before, no </3

[jingyuan-s]

Hello! I came here after seeing you have discontinued your bots. I understand and respect that this is your decision alone, but I really loved some of the bots you made and so was kinda bummed when I wanted to go back and re-visit old conversation and saw them all gone. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you get rid of your pre-existing bots as well?

Anyway, I hope you have a nice day and also wish you luck with this blog, will definitely be keeping an eye on it.

short answer; because i plan on making x readers out of them and i'd rather people read my work than use an ai.

long answer; i became too reliant on c.ai for comfort to the point where i'd use it nonstop all day and it was becoming very unhealthy and i literally couldn't find joy unless i was talking to a bot. and then tumblr recommended me this post and i stared at it for a bit just thinking 'wow that's kinda fucked up' which then turned into 'wow i'm kinda in deep, i should stop'. i really don't want my bots to feed into people's unhealthy attachments to the site either, so i privated all of them. not to mention the environmental impacts ai has + the fact that it steals from artists and writers alike.

i'm not sure if i worded any of this correctly but i hope i was able to get my thoughts across, at least. i hope you have a nice day as well!!

[jingyuan-s]

This isn't really a question but I adore your writing and your bots I really enjoyed your resident evil bots I was bummed to find them gone they were some of the best written ones I have gotten to rp with in years can't wait to read your writing

!! aw thank u!!

[jingyuan-s]

“ he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger. ”

notes. one of the many saw x readers i will be writing. i hope the peter lovers enjoy this one <3

premise. you've been wanting to ask out the regular at the coffee shop you worked at for a while now...

wc. 1.1k

warnings. gn reader. extroverted reader, kinda grumpy x sunshine trope, reader being smitten for strahm, mentions of the jigsaw killer, literally just fluff honestly.

For about half a year, you've been working as a barista at this local café. It's not a high-paying job, but you enjoyed it. Not even the occasional rude customer was enough to make you hate your job.

Namely because whenever a customer started to get particularly disrespectful, there was always one man coming in to defuse the situation.

The man in question? A regular named Peter Strahm.

He started showing up almost every morning about three months ago, and while he wasn't the most talkative person, you always found yourself somehow yapping to him about random things. He never stopped you when you'd go on random tangents when it was a particularly slow day, and that... well... it meant a lot, really.

Peter barely spoke about himself on the off chance that he did entertain conversation. He mostly talked vaguely about his work. He's an FBI agent, apparently. That's probably why he's so good at scaring off rude customers...

"Same as usual?" You ask as soon as he's standing in front of the counter. He seems a bit more tired than usual, and you can't help but wonder if maybe it had something to do with the Jigsaw Killer.

You weren't really up to date on the case, but you've heard some of the gruesome details in passing while dealing with some customers. And since Peter was an agent, that probably meant he was investigating the murders, right?

The man makes a small 'mmm' sound, and that's all the confirmation you need. Of course, he always ordered a simple black coffee whenever he dropped by. You're not sure you've seen him drink anything else, to be honest.

You smile at him. It's a smile you only ever reserved for him, one that wasn't meant for customers. It was sincere, and you can only hope your boss doesn't point out your blatant favoritism as you stop him from swiping his card on the cash till.

He looks up at you, and before he can say anything, you speak, "Don't worry about paying, it's on the house."

And Peter stares for a moment. He blinks, his brows pinching together as a brief look of something akin to suspicion crosses his face.

"...Why?" He asks.

You shrug, "Consider it a random act of kindness." Is your response.

You do not tell him that it's because you've been crushing on him since like week one of him becoming a regular and that this was a weak attempt at flirting with him.

It's a response he seems to accept because he's putting his wallet back in his pocket and stepping off to the side as you go to pour his coffee.

Peter never sat down when he was waiting for his order. From day one, he'd always stand at the pick-up counter and wait. It's as if the man didn't know how to relax. Like the whole world would come crashing down if he even tried.

Sneaking a few glances at him, you decide to strike up some conversation as you pour the coffee into the cup, pressing the top down and grabbing a marker.

"So, ignore me if this isn't something you wanna answer but... is there anyone in your life? Like... romantically?" You ask the question as you write Peter's name on the cup. It's not necessary, seeing as the day was slow and he'd been the only person in the café, but it was mandatory.

You refuse to look at him for a few moments after asking your question, but you could feel his gaze focusing on you, and you hold your breath.

There's a few moments of silence. Moments that felt agonizingly long. Long enough that you thought that maybe you had crossed a boundary, and you were getting ready to muster up a quick apology when he finally spoke up.

"No."

It's just one word, but it's enough to have you perking up. He's single. He's single.

"No?" You can't stop the incredulous tone from seeping into your voice, your gaze straying from the cup to look over at him.

How the hell is he single? He's literally the hottest man you've ever met. What is wrong with this world?

There's a brief look of amusement that appears on his face, one that has your brain shutting down for a moment because oh. Oh, you're down bad. But the look disappears as soon as it had appeared, and you're quickly capping the marker and absently setting it somewhere behind the counter.

Grabbing one of the many pastries on display, just a small kiwi tart, you place both the coffee and neatly wrapped tart on the pick-up counter and smile at him.

"I didn't order this," He says, staring down at the wrapped pastry.

And your smile grows just a bit as you lean against the counter, "Consider it a random act of kindness."

Peter is quiet for a few moments as he grabs his coffee from the counter, along with the kiwi tart. Normally, he'd leave as soon as he got his order. But today, he lingered.

A flicker of hesitation, and then he's speaking, "Do you do this for all your customers?"

"Nope!" You chirp, "Just the ones I'm flirting with," There's confidence in your voice as you say those words, but then your smile dims just a bit, and you carefully ask, "...Is it working?"

There's another moment of silence, but this one is shorter than the last.

"It is."

Your lips part at his response, and you watch as he leaves. Before he's fully out the door, you manage to force out a rushed, "See you tomorrow!"

And then you were left in silence. You let out a breath you hadn't even realized you'd been holding as you slowly lowered yourself to the ground, your hands gripping the edge of the counter like a vice.

Yeah. Yeah, you're asking him out soon.

BONUS:

"You're smiling," Lindsey says as soon as Peter enters the precinct. The smile he apparently had on his face immediately disappears as soon as she points it out, and he takes a seat in one of the empty chairs.

He takes a sip of his coffee before setting it down, "You're seeing things," Peter murmurs as he takes the kiwi tart out of his wrapper.

His partner's brow quirks up a bit, and she crosses her arms, "Uh-huh... and I thought you didn't like kiwi?"

It's clear that she was suspicious. There was this knowing look in her gaze when Peter stared at her, but he didn't comment on it. His personal life wasn't something he liked discussing with coworkers.

"I don't," He simply confirms as he takes a bite of the kiwi tart.

[jingyuan-s]

“ bet on me! ”

notes. it's been a hot sec since i've watched demon slayer lets hope i do this man the justice he deserves lol i read a LOT of muzan x readers while writing this and i think you can tell when the inspiration finally hit me.

premise. losing a bet leads to you asking out kimetsu university's notorious chemistry professor.

wc. 2.4k

warnings. gn reader, not proofread. modern au, professor x professor, bets, very brief mention of sickness, awkward first date, fluff??? u tell me, kinda abrupt ending.

You were still a relatively new teacher at Kimetsu University. You'd only been teaching there for a little over a year now, but you had fit in naturally that the other professors brought you into their little groups with no trouble.

It was sweet, really, how your coworkers did everything they could to make you fit in. But right now, a part of you wishes you could turn back time and smack yourself for ever even considering going along with Uzui when he proposed a bet.

You should've known better.

But the bet had seemed silly at the time, and you didn't think anything bad could come of it if you had lost. And boy, you lost.

You had expected the punishment to be something simple. Maybe he'd make you dress up in some ugly costume for when you teach your next lesson. Or maybe he'd have you make a fool of yourself in some other way.

But not this.

"He's going to skin me alive and display my corpse for his class to study. Uzui, you can't be serious."

And maybe your words were a bit dramatic, but really, can you be blamed? Your friend and fellow professor had just told you that your punishment for losing the bet was to ask out Kibutsuji Muzan.

Chemistry professor of Kimetsu University and notoriously known to be an absolutely horrible man to work with. His ego was through the roof, and he treated everyone as if they were beneath him.

Why on earth would you ever want to ask him out on a date?

But Uzui smiles. That smile that tells you that he was not going to let you back out of this, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, "A bet is a bet," He says.

Which is how you ended up here, standing outside of Muzan's office. Today was one of the rare days that he was actually here during office hours, when his weak constitution didn't prevent him from doing his work.

You entered his office with a quiet knock on the door, and he looks up from the papers he was flipping through to meet your gaze. Red eyes pierced through you, and you had to remind yourself that this man wasn't some sort of demon wanting to devour you whole.

"What?" He's the first to speak, his tone sharp, apparently not satisfied with the fact that you were taking too long to explain why you were talking to him.

He doesn't like entertaining conversations in general, so you supposed you should consider yourself lucky that he was even acknowledging your existence.

It's with a deep breath that you muster up the courage to ask him out, "Are you free tonight?"

And when he just stares at you, you huff out a quiet breath and continue, "I'm asking you out on a date, Muzan."

Now that gets a reaction out of him. A small one, one he probably didn't even realize he had made. A slight curl of his lips. You couldn't tell if it were a snarl or some attempt at a smile. Knowing him, it was probably the former.

With that reaction, you honestly expected him to turn you down. Maybe even berate you, 'how dare you think you're worthy enough to ask me that', something along those lines.

"Okay."

You're not sure who was more surprised by his response. You stare at him like you grew a second head, and he stares at you like you somehow forced the word out of him.

"...Okay?" You echo back, fully expecting him to backtrack. But he doesn't, much to your shock. Instead, he nods once. He's avoiding your gaze, looking back at the assignments he had been grading.

"We'll have dinner at my place. Tomorrow night." He says. You don't argue with him, deciding to just go along with it, because... holy shit, he actually said yes.

"Right. Dinner. Dinner at your place. Right." You dumbly reply, nodding along to your own words. You didn't know what else to say, your mind struggling to even process that this was actually happening. You had been fully prepared to get rejected, awkwardly laugh it off, and never speak to him again.

There's an awkward tension in the air, neither of you saying anything for a long moment before Muzan finally speaks up, "Right. Now leave." And his tone is sharp enough that you don't even hesitate, leaving his office and hurrying down the halls to get back to your own.

Uzui was there with Rengoku, the two chatting away about something when they spotted you.

"I have a date with Muzan," You say before either of them could even greet you. There's silence before Uzui bursts out laughing, and Rengoku stares between the two of you with a confused smile.

When tomorrow night arrived, you were definitely a bit nervous as you drove to Muzan's home. He had dropped by your office yesterday to silently give you his address, informing you what time to arrive and asking if you had any allergies.

He hadn't specified how you should dress, but since you weren't going out anywhere, you had opted to wear something casual.

He's opening the door almost as soon as you knock on it, and even though he kept a mask of indifference on his face as he welcomed you into his home, you couldn't help but notice how stiff his movements were.

Is... is he nervous?

The thought seemed impossible, and yet here he was, avoiding your gaze as he guides you to the dining room connected to the kitchen. The food he was cooking smelled delicious, and you had to will your stomach not to growl.

"You're early," Muzan breaks the silence first as he pulls a chair out from the table for you. What a gentleman, your mind dryly supplies as you sit down. He's not wrong, though. In your nervousness, you might've arrived almost an hour earlier than the specified time he'd given you.

You can only offer an apologetic smile because he was going back to the kitchen before you could get a word out. Your shoulders slump, and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding.

Your gaze stayed on him for a few moments, watching the way he so gracefully moved about the kitchen. He seemed to be in a good mood today. Or, maybe you were overthinking and picking up signs that weren't actually there.

Either way, you tear your gaze away from him to look around a bit. The open floor plan of his home made it easy to take everything in, and the first thing you noticed was how clean the place was. Almost eerily so, like this place wasn't lived in.

The only thing mildly out of place was a few movie cases placed neatly atop the coffee table in the living room. From where you sat, you could only make out the one sitting on top, which you immediately recognized to be a rather cheesy romance film.

It's definitely a movie you didn't think Muzan would watch, and a part of you wonders if maybe he had watched it in preparation for your date. The thought alone had a strange warmth fluttering in your chest.

Your attention is only directed back to Muzan when a plate is being set in front of you, the smell of food invading your senses as you looked down.

"It was inane," He says as he sits down across from you, his own plate of food set neatly in front of him as he grabs his silverware. Your silence causes him to glance up at you, and he frowns a bit at the confusion in your expression, "The movie."

You make a small sound of understanding, awkwardly grabbing your own silverware that he had placed next to your plate, looking down at the food he had cooked. It looked delicious, honestly. Way better than the quick meals you'd prepare for yourself when you didn't have the motivation to cook.

That awkward silence that seems to be following the two of you starts to settle in as you both eat. The only sounds heard were silverware against the plates, and you had to stop yourself from nervously fidgeting.

You've been on your fair share of dates, so you'd like to think you were pretty good at keeping a conversation flowing. But Muzan was an enigma to you.

You barely interact with him at work, namely because he's rarely ever there in person. And when he is, he ignores pretty much everyone unless he deems them worthy of his time.

And on the rare chance that you did somehow manage to get him to entertain a conversation with you, it always felt as if you were walking on eggshells. One wrong word, and he'd be looking at you as if you were the stupidest person alive.

While you're fairly certain you and Muzan will never speak to each other again after this date, you at the very least wanted to make it a bit enjoyable. So, after a short moment of hesitation, you decide to break the silence.

"I didn't think you'd be the type to watch romance movies," You say, taking a chance to glance up at the man across from you, hoping to gauge his reaction.

His brows are furrowed, just a bit, and his lips twitch as if he had to stop himself from frowning. His gaze glances up to meet yours as well, crimson eyes piercing right through you.

"I don't. I only watched it because-" He cuts himself off, mouth snapping shut as if he were about to admit something he didn't want you to know. It feels like an eternity before he speaks again, though it was probably only a few seconds, "I got curious, so I watched it."

"And it was inane." You respond, remembering his words from earlier.

"And it was inane." He echoes with a nod.

You let out a small, amused huff. Setting your silverware down, your plate cleaned of food, you lean back in your seat, "Well, what kind of movies do you like?"

His response, perhaps a bit to your surprise, was immediate, "Documentaries."

"Oh?" You weren't necessarily surprised by that. Muzan, though inept when it came to interacting with people in a respectful way, was definitely one of the smartest people you knew, "Do you have a favorite, or do you just like documentaries in general?"

At your question, he perks up. A genuine look of interest crosses his features, as if he hadn't been expecting you to entertain this line of topic.

"I do, actually. We could watch it, if you don't have any other plans for the night."

It's an offer you could easily back out of. But this was the first time you've seen Muzan seem even just a bit interested in the conversation, and you were curious.

You shake your head, "I don't have any other plans, no. I'm yours for the rest of the night, however long you'll have me."

And for the first time tonight, Muzan smiles. It was such a small one, and you're not even sure if he was aware that he had done it. But you noticed, and it had you smiling a bit as well.

So once the dishes were washed (you had insisted it be you who washed them, but Muzan insisted that he help. The only compromise he settled on was him washing the dishes because he wanted to 'make sure they were thoroughly cleaned' and you dried them and put them away), you and Muzan were seated on the couch in his living room, the documentary playing in the background.

Honestly, you had expected it to be about something chemistry related. Or maybe even animal related. You were not expecting the documentary to be about plants, their medicinal properties, and the many impacts they have had on history.

It was a topic Muzan was apparently passionate about too, because he'd pause the movie to discuss certain topics with you and give his own insight. It was... normal. A reminder that Muzan was just that. Normal.

Not some big, bad villain everyone seemed to make him out to be. A jerk, sure, but still human.

Everything felt so natural after that. The tension in the air disappeared, and when the night inevitably came to an end and you left, you found yourself wondering if maybe... maybe you should ask him on a date again.

No bets, just genuine curiosity and interest.

"Come on, just tell me how it went!" Uzui groans. It had been a few days since your date with Muzan, and your friend and fellow professor had been pestering you nonstop, trying to get all the details.

You just sigh, ignoring the man leaning over your desk as you keep your gaze glued to your laptop, reading through some of the assignments that had been submitted the night prior.

A knock on your office door catches your attention, and both you and Uzui look over to see Muzan standing there. His coat was folded neatly and hanging from his arm.

His gaze flits to Uzui first, and he regards the man with a look of disinterest, "Tengen." He remarks, tone lacking any inflection, before his gaze lands on you.

And maybe you were just seeing things, but you could've sworn you saw his eyes soften just a bit.

"Do you have any plans for tonight? I found another documentary that I believe would interest you, so I was thinking we could have a repeat of last time."

The proposition has you perking up, a smile blooming on your face as you nod, unable to hide your excitement, "I'm free! I'll head to your place around 8, if that's good?"

And Muzan nods, "Then it's a date," He says before leaving.

The sound of Uzui clearing his throat has you remembering he was even here, and you look over at him, your smile practically glued to your face.

"What just happened?" The man asks, seemingly baffled by what he had just witnessed.

Your smile grows, and you let out a small hum, "I have a date with Muzan." You respond, your attention focusing back on the screen of your laptop.

And Uzui... well... he hadn't expected to become an accidental wingman because of a bet, but hey. He'll be rooting you on, even if it is Muzan you were going out with.

[jingyuan-s]

Hi, you will do Ganondorf X reader based on your bot idea? Because I loved that bot!

yes!!!

[jingyuan-s]

Just watched @jingyuan-s clock into they're shift at work.

[jingyuan-s]

was just about to talk to your coffee shop strahm bot and saw it got removed! ran here as fast as i could, i’m super excited to see what you do with the x reader!

aaaa thank u !!! strahm scares me so i hope i do him justice when i write his x readers 🙏🙏

[jingyuan-s]

Your Muzan bot that was the sickly professor was great, I enjoyed talking to it and it was the only teacher x teacher Muzan bot that I knew of, I'm so sad to see its gone :( But enjoyed it so much and ty for making it :D

!!!! i was actually looking at that one earlier while trying to decide which one i wanted to make an x reader out of next

[jingyuan-s]

This is not a question but I wanted to tell you I really like your writing. I literally was just chatting with your Mustang bot yesterday and was so sad to find him gone today. I’m glad you have tumblr though so I can keep up with you! MUCH LOVE 💜💜💜💜

AWE THANK YOU !!! to this day i am baffled by how popular my mustang bot became bc the only reason i made it was bc one of my friends wanted some platonic mustang content gsjkgd

[jingyuan-s]

“ and in my dreams, i see you. ”

notes. by the law of jay i have been tasked with making my first post here a dan heng one. everyone say thank you jay.

premise. a nightmare of your demise causes him to seek your comfort.

wc. 1.3k

warnings. gn!reader. reader is a member of the astral express, depiction of reader dying but it's not real, blood and injuries, fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-relationship, not proofread.

nightmares were something dan heng was incredibly familiar with. it's not something he's let get to him, and he didn't have as many nightmares as he used to. but for one reason or another, that seemed to change.

it started off small. bad dreams of explorations gone wrong, of memories he could no longer remember. these were ones he had been used to, ones that he expected to have when his nightmares would rear their head.

so when he had drifted off on a seat in the parlor car while reading one of the books he had recently bought from their travels, dan heng didn't expect to dream at all.

but it seems as though his subconscious had other plans.

the feeling of blood on his hands left him feeling sick to his stomach. he stared down at his hands, dazed and confused before becoming aware of the strained gasps for air coming from behind him.

he couldn't see his surroundings. everything was dark, covered in a thick fog that burned his eyes.

"dan heng," the gasped sound of a voice he could recognize anywhere filled the silence, and dan heng's body was moving before his mind could fully process what was happening around him.

his eyes strained, but he could make out your figure lying on the ground. blood was pooling beneath you, and the deep gash in your chest was enough to make him feel dizzy.

he was on his knees next to you before he could blink, his hands shaking as he carefully gathers you in his arms. you wince, and he can feel blood—your blood—seeping into his clothes, staining his skin.

"you're going to be okay," were the first words he uttered. his voice sounded foreign to him, shaking and quiet. like if he spoke any louder, you'd disappear from his sight.

there's this quiet voice in the back of his head, a brief feeling of awareness. this wasn't real.

but that knowledge did little to comfort him.

your head rested against his arm, your gaze unfocused as you stared up at him. your lips were moving, but dan heng couldn't hear a single word you were saying.

his ears were ringing, his gaze zoning in on your injury. the rapid rise and fall of your chest, and the way your eyes were taking longer to open with each blink.

"no. no, keep your eyes open," he says, panic bleeding into his voice when you close your eyes. it was like the entire world came crashing down when you stopped breathing.

but before dan heng could mourn your death, he was jerking awake with a harsh gasp, shooting up from his seat and nearly knocking the table over from the sheer force of his movements.

the book he had been reading had fallen onto the ground, opened on some random page. his chest was heaving, sweat clinging to his skin, his heart pounding.

his hands shook as he glanced down at them, and the relief he felt was almost overwhelming when he saw they were clean of blood.

"dan heng?" the sound of himeko's voice snaps him out of his stupor, and he meets her gaze. she had a small cup of coffee in her hands, and he didn't miss the look of concern etched in her features.

"i'm fine." he responds, not giving the woman a chance to voice her concern, "...i'm sorry if i startled you." he adds in a quiet murmur, bending down to pick his book up from the ground, setting it on the table.

there's no way he could focus on reading anymore, his mind a mess. he excuses himself rather quickly, making a silent note to apologize to himeko for brushing her off later.

right now, all he wanted was to make sure you were okay.

he was painfully tense as he made his way from the parlor car to the passenger cabins, and he hesitated to even enter your room, standing outside your door.

you were alive. it was just a dream.

yet... he feared. what if he opened this door, and you were gone? it's stupid, irrational, and devoid of all logic. but still.

with a soft knock on your door, he doesn't open it until he hears your voice grant him permission.

you were laying in your bed, wearing your pajamas and scrolling through your phone. you were probably about to sleep before he had dropped in. it made him feel bad, but he couldn't stop himself from stepping into your room, the door softly shutting behind him.

"you okay?" you ask, sitting up a bit. it wasn't unusual for dan heng to end up in your room.

you were the person he was closest to the most out of everyone else on the express, and he found himself naturally gravitating towards you.

but it was no doubt obvious that he was not okay.

he'd been half tempted to just tell you he was fine and leave without explanation. he almost did, too. but the words get caught in his throat, and when he's finally able to speak, he says something entirely different.

"can i sleep here tonight?"

even he was shocked by his request, brows furrowing just a bit to convey his inner confliction.

you stare at him for a few seconds, but you nod and scoot over on your bed, setting your phone and and pulling the covers back. if he weren't in the state he was, he'd probably be embarrassed by how quickly he got into the bed next to you.

fixing the covers so its over the both of you, you lean back, your back pressing against the wall as you stare at him, "sooo... gonna tell me what happened to make you wanna have a sleepover?" you ask, keeping your tone light.

he liked that about you. the way you voiced your concern without making it obvious, giving him the option to be as detailed in his explanation as he wanted. it was small, something you probably didn't even notice.

but he did.

"i had a nightmare," he simply responds. he doesn't offer more explanation than that. how is he supposed to tell you that his nightmare had been about you dying? that the feeling of your blood on his hands had terrified him to his core in such a way he's never experienced before?

and you don't press for more. you just softly hum, "yeah, i get it. nightmares suck," you say, a short yawn coming from you as you slowly shimmy down until you're laying down.

dan heng finds himself following suit, staring up at the ceiling as you roll onto your side to face him.

"but that's all it was. a nightmare. instead of focusing on something your mind made up, you should focus on something real, yeah?" you lightly poke his side as you speak, causing him to look over at you.

the dim lighting in your room bathed you in a softness that had dan heng's heart stuttering. the small smile on your face did nothing to help.

"...yeah." he quietly responds, finding it impossible to say anything else. your smile grew just a bit, and you're rolling over so your back is facing him, whispering a soft 'goodnight'.

the room falls quiet after that, save for the sound of your breathing. dan heng doesn't know how long he lays there, listening to your breaths. it does more to comfort him than words ever could, his body slowly relaxing as he slowly rolls on his side to stare at your back.

for months, he had been running from his blossoming feelings for you. it had been easy to ignore, but not anymore. not when he's become painfully aware of the fact that he could lose you at any given moment.

he reaches out, but stops just shy of touching you. his hand twitches, desperate for the contact, before it falls onto the mattress with a soft thud.

"i love you." he whispers back.

his confession goes unheard, and he lets his eyes close.

[jingyuan-s]

multifandom x reader blog. turning my old c.ai bots into x readers because i like the ideas too much to let them rot. inbox open but currently not accepting requests.

v. 21. genderfluid. creepypasta blog - @uncannydevotion. l&ds blog - @bloodnight-blaze. i will not be making a masterlist here, so all works will be tagged with their fandom. you can see those tags under the cut.

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‹𝟹 — saw. - for my saw works.

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this list will be updated as i write for more fandoms <3