#if her face looks different in each sketch you didn't see it

[etheriankid]

ADORA DAY SKETCHES

#is this a modern au? #i love the idea of adora having a septum #and a tooth gap #if her face looks different in each sketch you didn't see it #shera #adora #catradora #fanart #art #spop #shera and the princesses of power #digital art #shera fanart

[aphroditelovesu]

Sculpture

❝commission: following that ask from '👀 anon', I'd love to see a sculpture related drabble. I'd want it to take place around the wedding and after the birth of the twins. Bonus points if it can introduce the twins in some way. — requested by 💻 anon.

❝ 📜 — lady l: I didn't mention the twins because I confess I didn't know how to put them on the story lol, but that takes place after the wedding. I'm not good at detailing things like that, but I tried my best! I hope you like it. :)

❝tw: none, just fluff.

❝📜pairing: soft!yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,346.

"Is this really necessary?" You muttered, as you stared at Alexander with uncertainty shining in your eyes.

Your new husband, in turn, just smiled warmly and straightened her dress.

"Yes, it's necessary." Alexander replied, looking at you fondly. You smiled at his affection.

''I know it’s a wedding gift but...'' You shifted uncomfortably.

"But?" Alexander encouraged you, placing a hand over your shoulders. You bit your bottom lip and sighed.

"I feel weird about the idea of ​​being 'sculpted'." You shrugged, looking into his eyes. You couldn't help but feel that way, however, being sculpted was an art that few women of your time had the pleasure of witnessing, let alone being the inspiration or, in your current case, being the model for the statue itself.

Alexander kissed your forehead affectionately, "Don't worry. And yes, this is necessary. I want the whole world to know the beauty of my beautiful wife."

You smiled at his words and kissed Alexander's lips tenderly. Alexander returned the kiss with equal passion, his arms wrapping around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

As you pulled away from the kiss, Alexander still held you close, his expression now more serious but still full of tenderness. You smiled lightly and caressed his face with your fingers.

"Then to be carved I go." You said and Alexander smiled at his words. He kissed your cheek affectionately.

"Come, you're going to love my personal sculptor. He's very good at the details he does." Alexander held your hand as you walked to the place where the sculpture would be made. Lysippos was his favorite sculptor and you couldn't deny that the statues he made were very precise and very beautiful.

The place where Lysippos would carve you is located on the outskirts of the palace, surrounded by a lush garden that exhales the scent of spring flowers. As you approached, you noticed the sculptures scattered along the path, each one more impressive than the last. Every detail seemed to come to life in the stone, and you couldn't help but admire the sculptor's mastery.

Alexander held your hand firmly, conveying confidence and comfort. When you arrived at the door of the place, a well-decorated room, you noticed, an assistant from Lysippos received you with a respectful bow.

"The master awaits you." The young man said, leading them inside.

The interior of the room was spacious and bright, with large windows that let sunlight enter and illuminate the room. Tools of all types were meticulously organized on benches, and marble blocks of different sizes were scattered around the place. In the center of the room, Lysippos was focused on a new work, but upon noticing your presence, he raised his head and smiled.

"Alexander! It's always a pleasure to welcome you." Lysippos said, drying his hands on a red cloth. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned to you, "And this must be your wife. A true beauty, as you described."

You blushed slightly at the compliment, but smiled politely. Alexander squeezed your hand lightly, a sign of silent support.

"Lysippos, this is my wife. I would like you to carve a statue of her, capturing her essence and beauty." Alexander said with pride in his voice.

Lysippos nodded, walking towards him with an appraising but gentle look, "Of course, it will be an honor. Let's start with some measurements and preliminary sketches. This will help us capture all the important details."

You sat down in a chair, feeling a mix of nervousness and curiosity. Lysippos got to work, his hands moving with precision as he took measurements and made notes. Alexander stayed by your side the entire time, offering words of encouragement and affection.

"It's okay, my dear." He murmured, stroking your hand, "Trust Lysippos. He's the best."

Lysippos worked quickly but carefully and soon had a preliminary sketch. He showed it to Alexander, who smiled in satisfaction.

"Perfect, Lysippos. That's exactly it." Alexander said smiling widely.

You looked at the sketch and were surprised to see how he had captured your image so accurately. The expression on the papyrus seemed almost alive, reflecting your emotions impressively. You noticed your eyes were looking up and your lips were slightly parted. This was a very common feature in the sculptures that Lysippos had made of Alexander.

"Now, let's get to work on the marble." Lysippos spoke, turning his attention to the large piece of stone in the center of the room, "It will take some time, but I promise the result will be magnificent."

You nodded, feeling a little more confident. The idea of ​​being sculpted was still strange, but Alexander's presence and Lysippos's skill made you feel safe.

As Lysippos began to carve, Alexander whispered in your ear, "Thank you for doing this, my love. It means a lot to me."

You smiled and kissed his hand, "Anything for you, Alexander."

And so, under the watchful eye of the master sculptor and the affection of your husband, you began to see the magic happen, transforming a simple block of marble into a work of art that would forever capture your essence.

Months passed since the work began, and each day you saw small advances in the sculpture that captured your essence in an increasingly impressive way. Lysippos worked with dedication and precision, and Alexander followed the progress with increasing enthusiasm. Finally, the big day arrived: the unveiling of the finished statue.

The statue was positioned on a pedestal in the center of the room, covered in a large silk fabric. Lysippos, with a satisfied smile, held a corner of the fabric, ready to reveal his masterpiece. Alexander stood beside you, his eyes shining with expectation.

"My King and Queen, I present to you the work I captured with all my heart and skill." Lysippos said proudly, pulling the fabric with a dramatic gesture.

The sight of the statue made you hold your breath. In white marble, the figure appeared almost ethereal, a sublime representation of your form. Lysippos had captured every detail with stunning precision, but more than that, he had captured your essence, your soul.

The statue showed you in a graceful pose, leaning slightly forward, as if you were about to take a step. Your dress flowed around her legs, sculpted with such mastery that it seemed to move in the breeze. Every fold and ripple of the fabric was carved with a realism that almost defied the nature of stone.

Your face, the most impressive part of all, radiated serenity and strength, one of the qualities of a Queen. Lysippos had captured the expression of tenderness and determination that Alexander loved so much about you. Your eyes, sculpted with remarkable depth, seemed to look into the future with confidence. Your lips, slightly parted and curved in a smile, conveyed an inner calm.

"It's just magnificent." Alexander murmured, not taking his eyes off the statue, "It captured everything I love about you."

You approached the statue, reaching out to touch the cold marble surface. The smooth texture and detailed work were almost mesmerizing. Emotions mingled inside you — gratitude, pride, a touch of shyness —but most of all, a deep sense of pride. Who knew you would look as beautiful as a statue?

"It's incredible, Lysippos." You said, your voice cracking, "You really captured everything."

Lysippos smiled humbly, "It was a pleasure to carve something so beautiful. I hope this statue brings joy and inspiration to all who see it."

Alexander wrapped you in his arms, kissing your forehead tenderly, "Now, the whole world will be able to see the beauty and strength of my wife."

And so, the statue stood as an eternal testament to Alexander's love for you, a work of art that captured not just your appearance, but your essence, for future generations to admire.

#alexander the great x reader #yandere alexander the great #x reader #yandere alexander the great x reader #history #yandere history #yandere historical characters #imagine #commission #yandere imagine #soft yandere #drabble #💻 anon

[ot9snumber1]

craving

son chaeyoung x reader

summary: you never understood why chaeyoung refused to show you her sketches until you find her sketchbook on your desk. warnings: smut, thigh riding, fingering, degradation, perv!chaeng notes: let's pretend this hasn't been in my drafts for months... dedicated to my favorite @nr1chaedickrider <3

———

"wait for me, chaengie! i just need to grab my keys!" you yell at chaeyoung, who was already halfway through the front door by the time you dash back to your shared room.

a loud groan can be heard, and you only chuckle at the response. you nearly burst into the room, but you don't rush to find your keys.

you think to yourself, why the hell did i take them up here when there's a place for it downstairs...? but there's no time to have thoughts when your roommate is already yelling at you to hurry.

"y/n! come on!" you hear, imagining chaeyoung's pout accompanying her whiny voice. "you promised me we'd be early tonight!"

you scoff, poking around a little bit faster around your desk. your eyes eventually land on the keys, and you whisper a little hell yeah! as you pick them up.

you're about to go back down, until you see the sketchbook your keys were previously on top of. it was chaeyoung's, for sure. you were aware that she's an artist, but you never really get to see her art.

chaeyoung didn't like showing her art. to you.

her friends have talked about her art a lot, even showcasing different shirts and knickknacks that chaeyoung had designed for them. it always made you feel a bit jealous, why is chaeyoung so protective of her art around you?

it was wrong to look at someone else's sketchbook without permission... but you've been chaeyoung's roommate for two years and been her friend for even longer, you feel like you deserve even a glimpse into her artistic mind.

you flip through the pages carefully and your jaw drops. her art is beautiful! why had she been gatekeeping it this whole time? the whole world deserved to—

oh!

you're being dramatic. drawing naked figures are completely normal! chaeyoung's just studying anatomy for sure. sometimes studying the human body requires putting them in provocative positions, of course.

...

she really likes anatomy, huh? you don't even know how she comes up with the positions the figures are in, you haven't seen her bring a girl home in forever! you chuckle at your own thoughts to ease nonexistent tension.

...

okay, maybe it's a little weird how the drawings are starting to look a bit too familiar. you try to convince yourself it's just chaeyoung improving as time goes on, but your eyes can't help but notice that you and the figures are starting to share the same hairstyle, same body type, eye color, facial features, even down to the body hair?

you also can't ignore the elephant in the room. those hands. there are two pairs of hands accompanying each figure, always groping their tits or fingering them or choking them or—

was chaeyoung really drawing you?

you decide to just forget about it. maybe you were seeing things? still, you felt weird about it, and maybe a bit turned on by the fact your roommate had a very vivid imagination.

you close the sketchbook with a long sigh, turning to leave but freezing when you see chaeyoung in the doorway. she looks just as surprised as you, color drained from her face.

the two of you just stare at each other.

"did.. did you get the keys?"

"were those drawings of me?"

you ask at the same time, and chaeyoung feels lightheaded. you were never meant to see that sketchbook! she doesn't even know when she left it on your desk.

neither of you speak for a moment. you were waiting for her response, not letting her get away from this scot-free.

chaeyoung wanted to lie, to forget about this and move on. but where was the fun in that? it's not like you slapped her in the face for obviously drawing you being fucked over and over again.

"so what if they were?" chaeyoung says confidently, crossing her arms. "why, you liked them?"

you pause, taking your time to actually think about what you felt. it was definitely weird and maybe creepy that she was drawing you naked. on the other hand, it meant she'd been thinking about putting you in those positions.

you must have been taking too long to think, because chaeyoung takes your blush as a sign and traps you against your desk. she leans in close to whisper, "you wouldn't mind skipping the movie and staying home to help me draw, right?"

you felt unsure, so you just shook your head. chaeyoung frowns, "aw, come on. i'm sure momo and jihyo wouldn't mind watching without us."

"plus, we were going to be late anyway."

"i thought you wanted to impress jihyo?"

you both stare at each other again. chaeyoung's eyes were dark, it made you uneasy and horny at the same time. "i've got more important things to be doing than impressing her now."

you raise an eyebrow. "me?"

chaeyoung blushes, her 'cool' act dropping immediately. "...yeah." she nods shyly. you chuckle, she was being incredibly adorable—but it wasn't what you wanted from her.

"only if you recreate what i saw." you whisper, bravely putting your finger under her chin to make her face you. chaeyoung's smile grows, the lustful glint in her eyes returning.

"i can do that."

—

you're gagging on two of chaeyoung's fingers as she presses her clothed thigh against your bare pussy. "you look so pretty, all slutty for me." chaeyoung chuckles when she sees your arms jerk as your wrists strained against the cloth she tied behind your back. "you'll tire yourself if you keep doing that." she hums, making you huff.

you desperately wanted to tug at her hair, leave scratches on her back, anything—but she decided that you were being a brat prevented you from doing so. if you weren't desperate for your release, you would've protested her decision entirely.

the way she bit her lip as she looked you up and down got you even more wet—you were sure her jeans were ruined by now. your movements grew erratic, nearly putting chaeyoung in a trance.

"god, you're such a whore. you don't even care that i've been drawing you while you slept." she snickers, removing her fingers from your mouth. all you could reply with was a moan.

maybe you should care. but does it matter when she replaces her thigh with the fingers you were choking on seconds ago? not really.

the ring on her finger brushing against your folds made you wince. the cool metal feeling so delicious against your wet heat. "fuck—fuck, don't stop." you beg, making chaeyoung chuckle.

"so needy." she mumbles, her fingers working in and out of you at a quick pace. the sharp gasp you let out when she pinches your nipple combined with the lewd sounds of your cunt made her own underwear damp.

"and so cute." chaeyoung adds, pulling your shirt all the way up and making you bite down on it to keep it there. "you like it, don't you? the fact i've been spying on you?"

you nod, almost looking pathetic in your roommate's eyes. chaeyoung's grin grows as she curls her fingers in you and makes you scream. "don't worry, baby. i won't stop anytime soon."

the way your thighs closed around her wrist as you came all over her hand gave her the biggest smile. "what a good girl." she coos, kissing you as she helped you come down from your high.

you ended up calling jihyo to tell her you couldn't make it. the reason she heard was that chaeyoung got sick suddenly.

sick with lust, maybe. the way chaeyoung had you bent over your desk confirmed that neither of you would be stepping foot outside of this room for a long while.

#son chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung x reader #twice x reader #twice fic #twice fanfic #twice smut #twice imagines #son chaeyoung imagines

[archangeldyke-all]

imagine sevika finding all the drawings reader has made of her in their sketchbook. Drawings of her face, body, nose, back, everything. 🙃🙃

wahhhh now i'm crying

men and minors dni

she's rifling through your drawers looking for a clean tank top to borrow when she finds a manila folder hidden under your socks.

she hums, opening it, expecting to find your birth certificate or tax documents. she freezes when the first thing she sees is her own face.

sevika knows you like to draw. she's always laughing at the little doodles and sketches she finds around the house, on the back of old receipts or napkins.

one of her favorite pastimes is reading in bed while you doodle away in your sketchbook beside her.

but she's never seen you draw her before.

she gazes down at the sketch, soaking in every scratch of your pencil, a lump forming in her throat at the loving way you've captured her sleeping face.

she moves the first sketch to the side. the next one is a bit messier, clearly done in a rush. black ink smudged in some spaces where your hand smeared it on the back of an old receipt in your attempt to quickly capture the rare sight of sevika's toothy grin. she chuckles at the little hearts you've drawn around her smiling face, then moves onto the next.

it's her whole body from head to toe, naked and asleep on your bed. she's got one hand above her head, the other resting across her stomach. she looks... soft. you've drawn each and every scar on her body with loving reverence. you've captured the hickeys you'd sucked into her neck earlier that night with a gentle smudge of your graphite. a gentle smile creeps up sevika's lips as a tear falls from her eyes.

there's hundreds of sketches in the folder. sevika gives up on her search for a shirt and situates herself on the bed, rifling through all the papers in the folder.

some of her hands, some of her back, some of her lounging on the couch with a cigarette between her lips.

her favorite is a quick doodle you'd obviously done when she'd pissed you off, a caricature of her flexing, captioned with 'all these muscles and she still makes me shovel the driveway.'

she loves the little studies she finds on various parts of her face. one page is just full of her nose from different angles. another is of her hands, both flesh and prosthetic.

you find her while she's admiring a particularly saucy sketch of what she assumes must be your view of when she's fucking you missionary.

"sevika?" you ask. she jumps off the bed, scrambling to stack the papers and slam the folder closed. you chuckle. there's a lovely little blush on her cheeks, and she's still clutching the folder to her chest like it's her prized possession. "you found your folder." you say. she blinks at you.

"why didn't you show me these before?" she asks. you shrug.

"'s kinda embarrassing. i'm, like, obsessed with you." you say. sevika chuckles.

"'m your muse." she says. you roll your eyes.

"i didn't say that--"

"these are beautiful." she says. you blink at her. "i've-- fuck, i spent like an hour and a half lookin' at 'em. you made me beautiful." she says.

you blink back tears. sevika's always saying stuff that takes your breath away, then acting like she's said nothing.

"you are beautiful sevika." you say. she gulps, and then in a flash she's kissing you.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

[sassylegshayne]

Idiots Present: How to Fall in Love With Your Best Friend

hi guys!! here is the original request from the lovely @winifrede !! I absolutely adore her and all her support, I'm so excited I finally finished this piece up. I love it so much and I hope y'all enjoy it!!

2.6k words!! xx mwah

Shayne's soft chuckle pulled your attention from your laptop in front of you down towards the man with his head in your lap. His nose was buried in his book, his blue eyes darting quickly across the words.

Your heart lept to your throat as his eyes finally met yours, a grin spreading across his face and yours.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Shayne taunted you, earning a light flick on his forehead.

"I have enough pictures of you already." You roll your eyes, trying to focus on your writing again, your best friend unwilling to help with that.

"Shayne," you warn in a hushed toned, your lips pressed together tightly as he sat up, his hand sneaking towards your side as he leaned into you. "Don't you dare."

"What? I'm not doing anything.." He chuckled, his cheeks bright red as you turned to look at him, the feigned harshness in your eyes qickly melting away.

Shayne's hand hovered at your waist, his mouth agape as his eyes searched your face. Your mind was racing as your eyes finally met his again, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Shan-Ye!"

You two jumped back a bit, settling back into the couch as your eyes looked anywhere but to the man beside you. Damien offered you a smile, but his eyes scanned over you suspiciously.

Damien, as well as most of your other friends, refused to believe that you and Shayne couldn't be just friends.

Sorry, just best friends.

"Are y'all busy for the next hour or so? We're about to shoot 'Idiot's Present' but we could use a few more audience members?" Damien asked, eyebrows raised with a hopeful grin. Shayne shrugged, checking his watch before glancing to you.

"I can't speak for m'lady, but I'm free." The brunette looked to you, an excited gleam in his eye.

"I mean, I'm free, technically." You chewed your lip, avoiding the puppy dog eyes both of your friends were giving you. do have to finish this sketch.."

You finally look away from your screen to find both men pouting dramatically, causing you to breaking into laughter, finally agreeing. You'd been in a few ideos now, especially with the recent amount of cast videos, but it was different because you often wrote for "ldiot's Present."

You begrudgingly gave up on fighting with Jeremy and Patrick over it. The two men were adamant in their arguments, claiming that they had the perfect idea in mind, all you had to do was trust them.

The videos you had been in were a huge hit, every small moment between you and Shayne had been the most rewatched parts. Shayne had his arm draped around your shoulder in one video, the next video fans pointed out how you had been wearing Shayne's dark green flannel.

The fans loved it, your Twitter mentions were filled with screenshots of the two of you. Shayne made it a point to watch the edits made for you two as soon as he'd discovered them. The last few shoots became a game for the two of you. You had so much fun watching everyone freak out over things that were so normal for the two of you, so what if you two made it worse?

You and Shayne didn't have any feelings for each other, none at all, so you two wanted to see how far you could take it. Shayne and you were more than happy to enact this plan, a recent stream driving the fans crazy. Shayne was building another Lego set, this time he had been able to get his hands on some Star Wars sets.

About halfway through the stream, Shayne had gasped when he found a certain figure. Grinning, he set the figure aside before glancing around behind the camera.

"Y/N, c'mere, I have something for you." Your head popped up from behind your laptop screen, quickly hopping up from the couch to join him on the set. You settled into the cushions beside him, waving at the camera.

Shayne set the figure slowly into your open palm, your face turning bright red as you burs into a fit of laughter at the sight of the Lego Jar Jar Binks in your hand. Shayne couldn't hold back his laughter as he watched you giggle at the inside joke, wiping away a few tears once you'd settled down.

"Should we.. I think we should explain it, right?" You asked, Erin commenting that chat seemed just as confused as they all were.

"Okay, it's, it's very stupid but... Jar Jar is into BDSM.." Shayne began, barely able to hold in his giggles as you hid your blushing face in your hands. "Call him Jar Jar Kinks."

"It's so dumb!" You call out from behind your hands as laughter ensues around you. Shayne didn't expect something so genuine between the two of you, a stupid joke you'd told him years ago, to become a moment the fans loved. The meaning behind the joke became a huge speculation for the fans, which you two found hilarious.

The more you two pushed it, the more your friends and coworkers began to question it. The two of you were blurring the lines of friends and more, and confusing everyone. No matter what, the two of you were adamant that you were just friends.

Finally, Jeremy and Patrick knew what they had to do, and set out on their plan.

Once you three arrive at the set, Damien is quick to fill the last seat in the audience, causing a quick burst of laughter to come from Shayne as the realization hits the two of you.

Your cheeks turn bright red as your mouth is agape, Kimmy and Kiana's giggles from behind you cause you to burst into your own fit of laughter.

"Okay, yeah, this is great!" Shayne called out sarcastically, clapping as you two are quickly mic'd up, the cameras rolling since the moment you'd walked in. "Hope you guys have the chimp ready."

"A double surprise, since we're double the idiots." You laughed as Shayne took your arm in his, leading you to the markers.

"We might be idiots on just about everything, but my partner and I are very clearly experts on today's topic." Shayne began, taking a step back, standing on the opposite side of the screen.

"That we are, Shayne. We've studied this topic alongside each other for years. Hell, l'd say, we've spent almost our entire friendship on it." You looked over your shoulder, Shayne nodding in agreement just as the slide changed.

You spoke with confidence, a small fit of laughter roaring across the audience, very few of them knowing just how deeply you'd just dug your grave.

The two of you stepped back, your arms spread as the slideshow began, grinning out at the crowd.

"Oh.. oh my god." Shayne shrieked with laughter as his eyes scanned over the title card, the room eruptina into fits of lauahter. Your head snapped quickly, your eyes wide as you squealed at the title, quickly doubling over in laughter.

"This is ldiot's Present: Falling in Love with Your Best Friend." You managed to get out, quickly turning your back to the board, glaring playfully at everyone that you could.

Your eyes landed on Patrick and Jeremy, their excitement evident on their grinning faces as they both offered you thumbs up.

"Shayne and I are best friends, who are definitely not in love, but we will show you how to become best friends in love today." Shayne took a deep breath, trying to hold it together as he looked to you. He couldn't read the emotions on your face, but the smile across your lips was enough to assure him that you two could do this.

"Step one," Shayne and you called out as you gestured to the screen. "Buying coffee?" You nodded in encouragement as Shayne read, the confusion evident on your face, as it seems to dawn on the brunette.

"Oh, okay." Shayne scoffs as he takes a step forward. "The easiest way to someones heart is through their.." He began, pointing to the crowd as they sat in silence. "Coffee order! Awesome, glad you quys got it."

You stifled your laugh as Shayne clapped, your cheeks blushing brightly as you realized where he was going.

"It's super important to learn the other person's coffee order early on, you need an excuse to talk to them." Shayne nodded, his cheeks blushed brightly as he took in his friends' knowing smiles. The two of you had been going to the same coffee shop since before you'd become friends, just now.. you know every one of Shayne's orders and he knows all of yours. Bringing each other coffee every morning, or afternoon, or evening is totally platonic and not just another excuse to see each other. "It's almost as important as step two, right, Y/N?" Shayne looked over his shoulder, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"R-right, absolutely." You agree, looking over your shoulder as the next slide is shown. You felt way more nervous than you'd expected to. Shayne and you had been pretending for a while, why did it all suddenly seem so real?

"Step two, sharing everything!" You turn to the audience, tugging at the sleeves of Shayne's flannel you had on, certain that your blush was permanent at this point.

"Shayne and I love to share everything, from clothes" You began, Shayne gesturing to you for example, the crowd giggling as he mirrored Will Smith's red carpet pose. "to food, to books, to friends!"

"They always say sharing is caring, and we love to show each other how much we care." Shayne nodded, stepping closer to you as his hand settled around your waist, tugging you into his side.

"Now, step three would be." You began, the screen displaying a set of pictures of you and Shayne, the two of you quick to look at each other.

The twinkle in Shayne's eyes left a flutter in your heart as you took a deep breath, chewing your lip softly before turning toward the crowd.

"Examples, and Shayne and give plenty of examples of how to fall in love with your best friend.." You giggle, your cheeks blushed brightly as Shayne takes a shaky breath.

"Yanno, you've met your best friend, you guys are super close, now it's time for all the cute stuff." Your fingers are intertwined with Shayne's as he speaks, squeezing your hand gently.

"You guys should share your music, hold hands, cuddle... all things that friends do.. when they're in love." Shayne spoke slowly, small chuckles scaping him as kept talking. You nodded your head, grinning brightly as Shayne glanced over his shoulder to you. His hands were shaking, his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He'd never felt like this before, it was like he had been hit by a truck. Shayne is in love with you.

"For the next slide," You continued, finally looking away from his blue eyed gaze, worried about whether or not you'd be able to make it through the rest of this shoot. "We will be demonstrating how to admit.. your love."

You chuckled nervously as you read the slide, Shayne quickly moving to face you, his hands held out to you. You placed your shaking hands in his as you mumbled a small apology. You jumped bit as the crowd chuckles, pulling you back into reality. When you look up to Shayne, he gives your hands a gentle squeeze, taking a deep breath.

"Y/N.. my best friend, I.. love you." Shayne spoke out shakily, a small chuckle escaping him as his eyes scanned your face. A smile tugs at your lips, your mind and heart racing a million miles an hour.

Your mouth was agape as it dawned on you. You love Shayne. You've been spending all this time convincing yourself that you're not, but here you are, in love with your best friend.

"I love you too, Shayne.. my best friend." After a small beat, the room around you two burst into cheers of excitement. The two of you jump a bit, Shayne tugging you into him as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

Shayne places his lips softly to your forehead before taking a step back, a bright smile across his lips. You match his grin, your mind still racing, not certain of how true his feelings are.

"I mean that.. and I wanna talk about it off camera.." Shayne assured you, leaning in to speak quietly to you.

You two took a step back, Shayne's hand quickly grabbing at yours, your fingers lacing together. Your eyes scanned the room, taking in all the joy on the faces of your friends around you.

"And for the next slide," The two of you began laughing again as the final slide read 'Congrats Shayne and Y/N!'

"We will say our goodbyes! We hope you guys learned a lot today, my partner and I loved this opportunity to teach you guys how to fall in love with your best friend!" Shayne finished, holding your intertwined hands up in the air before the two of you bowed, cheers erupting from your crowd again.

Shayne quickly tugged you off to the side with him, frantically getting his mic pack off before he took a second, looking up to your grinning face. He couldn't believe he said those words, he couldn't believe he didn't realize it sooner.

You were quick to follow suit, taking off your mic before handing it off, leading the way off of the set. Shayne was quick on your heels, his heart racing even more than before.

As soon as you stepped into the hall, you turn around, wrapping your arms around Shayne, pulling him into you quickly. You can feel him sigh as he relaxes into your arms, holding you tightly.

The two of you hold each other for a few seconds, taking a step back and finally looking at each other again. You two break into a fit of laughter, the tension in the air finally seeming to settle after everything that had just happened.

"I'm never letting Patrick and Jeremy write for that again." You giggled as Shayne rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm thankful for that, though."

"You are?" Shayne looked to you with brows furrowed, your heart melting at the concern on his face.

"Of course am.. I don't know how I didn't realize it sooner..." You laugh softly, your cheeks burning brightly, finding Shayne's face matching yours.

"Me either, honestly. We're dumb." He laughed, resting his forehead against yours, your heart racing.

"Idiots, actually. Idiots in love." You spoke, Shayne sighing softly as his hand cupped your cheek softly, his lips lightly brushing yours.

"Shayne!"

You jump back a bit, a smile across Shayne's lips before he quickly presses them to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as he issed you gently.

Just as quickly as it happened, he pulled away, turning over his shoulder to see Damien waving him back into the room. You lean to the side, peeking around Shayne as Damien gasps, holding his hands up quickly as he notices you.

"Shit, I'm sorry! Take your time!" The purple haired man called out an apology before disappearing back onto the set, filled with embarrassment.

"Shayne," You called to him, a grin spreading across his face as he turned back to you. "I love you, seriously."

"I know." He chuckled, stroking your cheek gently. "I love you, too."

"This video's gonna drive the fans insane." You grinned, Shayne rolling his eyes playfully as he pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly.

#hehehe #okay i hope this makes up for me announcing the mmi hiatus today #i really fucking love this one #ive been working on it for a WHILE #but i did revisions and finished it literally twenty minutes ago #i love it so much #anyways #tag time #smosh #smosh icons #smosh smut #smosh fanfiction #shayne topp #smosh au #shayne #shayne topp imagine #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp au #shayne topp angst #shayne topp smut #Damien hass #damien hass imagine

[dinodinodin0]

The other woman • E.M

Pairing: Eddie x best friend!reader

Warnings: non-mutual pining, slight angst, cliff hanger, fem!reader, mention if periods

Summary: y/n is Eddie's best friend since childhood, when she realizes she might like him, she puts it off because "in a cheerleader, he doesn't date cheerleaders," but then she notices him glancing at her friend, Chrissy.

Part two part three part four part five

Eddie and you have been best friends since forever. You've taken baths together when you were babies, you sat with him on the swings every recess. He was the first to know about your first period, and first to comfort you. Your family was basically his by now, and though you were basically raised inseperable, you never viewed him as your brother or anything. He was just Eddie.

That was.. until recently.

You got on the cheerleading team your freshman year, and he was estatic for you.

"now, I don't usually like cheerleaders but I gotta say youre messing up my streak," he joked, ruffling your hair.

"yeah yeah, you just like that you'll get to see me in a cheer uniform," you joked, shooting him a look.

He blushes, but quips back as quick as he usually did, "I mean you'd look beautiful in a potato sack, but jumping around in a short skirt? Oh no. Never. Definitely not." He was being sarcastic, but you sensed some defensiveness in his tone.

That was the first time you questioned it. Your relationship. Him calling you 'beautiful' rang in your ears the entire time he walked you home.

"hey sweetheart, y/n? Earth to y/n central, are you there?" He smiled, leaning on your doorframe.

You shook your head, hoping somehow, your brain would act as an Etch-a-Sketch and erase the silly things you were thinking about.

"I asked if you wanted a ride to school, since I just got these babies," he spun his van keys on his finger.

"yeah.. yeah. Totally Ed," you smiled, looking up at him. "See you tomorrow mornin'?"

"see ya ' pretty girl."

Those names he had always called you suddenly made your face flush bright red. They suddenly felt different to you.

Now it was your senior year, being right before the grade cut off you had already turned 18, and Eddie was repeating a grade. He swore 84' would be his year.

He regularly picked you up to and from school in his van, and you grew accustomed to his music. You loved when he played black Sabbath specifically. He sometimes let you play your music aswell, and though he huffed and pretended to hate it, you'd glance over and see him bobbing his head and tapping his foot. You never mentioned it.

You sat at his table, sitting alongside his dnd group, but you were always sat the closest to Eddie. It was your spot. Seriously, he'd chew out anyone who tried to sit there. You admired how he took in younger outcasts, and you were always the first to greet them with a smile. You were the welcome committee, and you really did make them feel like they belonged.

However, you were still a cheerleader. You found out pretty quickly that you didn't like them though, and that you weren't like them. They kept you on the team because well, it's not like they can kick you off because they don't like you, and also partially to your friend Chrissy.

Chrissy was somebody you met in middle school. Your weren't as close as you and Eddie, but she was your best girl-friend. When she told you she had made it on the cheerleading team, you two jumped for joy together as she hugged you as hard as she could. Chrissy never refused the others advances like you did, but you didn't blame her. She's so suspectable to peer pressure, but never ever would she personally be mean.

You had practice every Wednesday, and Eddie waited in the parking lot each time to pick you up. You're pretty sure he made some deals while he waited aswell, so it wasn't a total loss for him like you insisted. A few moments before practice ended, he'd come to the field and sit on the bleachers.

You didn't mind, though to anyone else it may have been embarrassing. He didn't mind being called a freak every week if he got to watch you practice for a bit, or at least, you thought he was looking at you. Eventually, his gaze shifted.

Eventually, you and Chrissy rode in his van together.

He didn't tap his foot to your music anymore. In fact, it was an anomaly if he let you play it anymore. Now, he tapped his foot to Chrissy's music.

You loved Chrissy, and you loved Eddie. But you didn't think Chrissy understood that you loved eddie. You weren't even sure at first, but once Chrissy started to get closer to him, it was a pressing fact.

Your blood burned bright crimson each time she made him laugh. Your core felt heavy, and you could no longer maintain eye contact, but you love both of them, so you ignore it.

"hey y/n, mind if Eddie drops you off at my house too?" She asked.

"uhh. Yeah. Course!" You say, glancing over at Eddie who just shrugged.

You were at Chrissy's house now, and after you greeted her parents she almost ran you upstairs to her room.

She shut the door carefully, and turned to you immediately.

"i have to tell you something." She smiled, smile wide and eyes gleaming.

You sit on her plush bed, crossing your legs. It was so much comfier than yours, so sometimes if you hung out you'd just chill out on it.

"oh yeah?"

"yeah!"

She sat next to you, gasping your hands in hers and bringing her face close to yours.

"promise you won't tell nobody?" She whispers, holding out her pinky.

You wrap your finger around hers, course, you say.

"I think I have a crush on Eddie."

Oh no.

Oh fuck no.

This. Is terrible. This is the worst.

It'd honestly be better if you just dropped dead, or like.. got struck by lightning. Maybe falling into the ocean in a forever locked car.

But this? Fuuuuuuuck no.

You choke down the lump in your throat, and try not to stammer.

"o-oh! That's great!" You manage to say through gritted teeth.

"yeah! He's so cute, isn't he?"

Of course he is

"and he's so sweet, he watches me practice and drives me home,"

He watched me first. He drived me first.

"and he lets my play my music in his van! Y'know, I think he actually likes it, I always see him sneakily nodding his hea-"

"hey, y'know what Chris? I'm feeling a bit sick. Headache, or something." You say, smiling bitterly and turning for her door.

"are you okay? We have headache medication-"

"yeah. I know. I'm just gonna go home though, if that's okay,"

"yeah of course that okay, I hope you'll be better tomorrow!" She calls, but her front door was already closed.

You walk back to your home, as a creeping realization hits you that your house is the other way. Like, miles in the wrong direction. You stomp and try to trudge in, but as rocks fill your shoes and the heels of your feet start to sore, you sigh. You have to find a payphone.

You dial in Eddie's number.

"hey. Can you pick me up? I'm a block away from Chrissys house."

A/N: omg. Please. Sorry I just had to write this as soon as the idea wringled it's way into my noggin. I'm gna continue this probably because I am FLOWIMG with ideas.

Tag list *ask if you'd like to be added :)* @rebelcthulhu

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie x y/n #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fanfic #eddie munson x reader angst #eddie munsin angst #angst fanfic

[loveundrwrld]

Yan artists x artist.. reader

(One is a painter the other is a singer make up your mind)

hi anon! i hope that this lined up to what you were thinking of re: your request- you didn't specify a gender for the yans, so i made it a female painter yan, and a male vocalist yan. i also have the reader as someone who both is an artist as well a singer. i hope that that's alright with you!

poly yans- female artist yan x hobbyist gn reader x male vocalist yan

(cw: implied stalking, implied sabotage, dubiously consensual kissing, gaslighting (kinda?))

- eva goes to your college, and she’s an art major. she’s a painter, and quite a good one.

- she’s a very serious, cold type of person. a straight-A student who acts better than others.

- in her eyes… it’s justified that she acts like she’s above all the rest. she knows her paintings will be shown in galleries, after all.

- her future is all planned out for her, with thanks to her parents. a wonderful childhood friend who’s become her wonderful boyfriend will become the perfect husband. the perfect internship she got will become the perfect first job.

- even though she’s assured a great future, she’s still very careful. she doesn’t want to risk her perfect plan, after all! so she's going to make sure that she does well in college too, so everything lines up well.

- she had seen you a few times around campus. you were bouncing around, talking to friends, not seeming to be taking anything seriously. you were in so many different clubs, with none of them having anything to do with your major. they were clearly just an excuse to spend more time around your friends, she thought.

- she didn't think you were the type of person that she would get along with. the opposite, in fact. you seemed too silly, too carefree. she couldn't imagine spending so much time out of classes just hanging out and not studying- it was like you weren't being careful about your future.

- then, she saw you in one of her classes- drawing 101. by chance, you were also taking it as one of your electives.

- she first internally scoffed at you for taking it as a non-art major. she pegged you in her head as someone she didn’t need to remember- someone who just thinks of art as a fun little side project, not as something worth consideration.

- in your class together she watched you draw from time to time, looking over to your sketch pad. you seemed to be struggling a bit with some things like perspective, but to her surprise, you showed clear potential. your artwork was really good for a non-art major. and you were improving fast.

- when the teacher said that the class was doing portraits for the next class assignment, eva picked you. it was out of curiousity, at the time. she wanted to see what you were like, and this was a good opportunity.

- you were to draw her, and she was to draw you. you both were to spend all of class staring at each other, basically. it was the best scenario for one to get to know each other better.

- and she did indeed get to know you better. she saw that, staring at you while you were looking at her to study her features. you were studying her intensely, and kept erasing what you drew to redraw it, perfecting your details- you really cared about improving your work.

- it changed her opinion of you completely. you put your all into learning things, she realized, and didn’t see art as some little casual thing on the side. rather, you were earnest in your efforts to improve yourself.

- and of course… she also realized at the same time, that you were rather attractive. every minute she spent looking at you to memorize the details of your face, she realized how lovely each little part of your face really was.

- she felt a strange feeling, deep in her stomach... something she had only ever felt for her boyfriend. and yet, now, she was feeling it for you...

- without thinking, she presses too hard on her sketch pad with her pencil.

- after you two are done with the portrait assignment, eva feels like she still can't let you go. even though she knows it's wrong to enable herself in doing this when she has a boyfriend... she feels too strongly about you.

- she wants to know everything about you. she's scoured all of your social media accounts that she can find but... it just isn't enough. she needs more.

- instead of using her time between classes to study like she used to, she instead uses it to go around campus, looking for you...

- when she ends up finding you frequently "by coincidence" you just figure that she's lonely, and you don't think much of it.

- even if the accuracy to which she's predicting your locations and moods is becoming... a little worrisome. it seems like she knows when you’ve skipped lunch, when you’ve spent an all-nighter, when you have a big test you’re preparing for in one of your classes…

- she'll often spend a lot of time waiting for you. too often for someone who already has a partner, you think.

- you think you maybe should tell her boyfriend, but you think better of it. you feel bad for claude- you know that he really loves his girlfriend.

- claude, her boyfriend, was the shining star of the music department. he was a former child prodigy at the piano, and still plays it beautifully. but what he's really known for is his angelic, soothing voice.

- he’s a very handsome, polite man, someone who is able to charm both teachers and students alike.

- and yet, although he could get with anyone he wanted, he was steadfast in his devotion to eva. constantly keeping an arm on her while at social events and always doing favors for her to make her happy.

- but right now, little did you know... claude himself wasn’t feeling too loved.

- he had been noticing that his girlfriend had been spending even less time with him, and was evasive when she was asked who she was with.

- she already didn’t spend much time together with him, as she was studying and painting for most of her time out of her classes. now, it was like he barely saw her at all. and when she did, she seemed different, distracted even.

- she was smiling and blushing to herself while she was thinking. far moreso than she normally would than she was around him. it made his heart hurt, seeing his normally stoic girlfriend act like this about someone else.

- clearly, she was starting to have feelings for someone else. but he didn’t feel that he had the right to say anything about it right now. after all, he too was falling for someone else.

- he’d met someone in one of his basic singing classes. they’d been taking it so they could get better at singing, since they liked doing so as a hobby.

- he’d fallen in love with their voice, thinking it was beautiful. an amateur sound, sure, but it sounded so lovely alongside his own.

- he’d try to convince them to let him tutor them. after all, it would be a waste for them to not perfect this talent of theirs, no?

- even though he had a girlfriend, he insisted on spending more time with them. he felt like he needed to spend as much time with them as he could, savoring the lovely sound of their voice.

- he had thoughts about them that he had only had for eva, before. his head swarmed with an obsessive need to just have them, keep them to himself. even though, he already had a love of his own already…

- he felt guilty, thinking he was betraying one love for another by holding both in his heart. he has started to follow eva, wanting to remind himself that she was his love, and not them.

- to his surprise, though, the mystery person that eva was meeting behind his back turned out to be you. you, the person that he fell for as well.

- and then, the gears started turning in his head.

- maybe it wasn't a problem that his girlfriend had a crush after all... after all, it's good to share in a relationship, isn't it?

- once the two of them decide to work together to gain your affection, your life becomes very different. though you don’t know why, both seem to be acting more open and friendly with you in public. they’re both very touchy with you, gently putting their hands on you often.

- when you’re singing or drawing with them in private, you don't feel creeped out or surprised when they put their hands on your arm or back to correct your posture... though, you do feel like they are touching for longer than they should. aren't you already in the right position by now?

- the two of them end up being very supportive of your interests, urging you to do duets with claude, draw eva while she's posing for you, and show the two of them your sketchbook.

- they give you a lot of special things, too- including making you special tea for your voice, expensive art supplies, sheet music, etc.

- you end up being signed on as the understudy for a role in a musical a lot, and the two of them say that they'll watch you perform. you shake your head saying that you probably won't get on stage. but oddly enough, accidents happen frequently enough that you often do.

- you feel a bit overwhelmed by their attention, and all the odd occurrences happening around them are starting to creep you out... but, both of them are in the clubs and classes that you want to join, so you also feel that you can't avoid them.

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claude put his fingers gently on your throat. you weren't sure that this was really necessary, but his cool fingers felt good on you. you gulped a bit as he pressed his fingers up near your jaw, and uneasily you looked towards eva sitting on the other side of the room.

she was looking at the two of you with an unreadable expression. you flitted your eyes away, worrying that she was (understandably) jealous about the close contact you were having with her boyfriend.

she seemed mad earlier too, when you had said that you were auditioning in the role of one of the leads in the next musical the theater department was holding. you didn't understand why she was upset with you for that, but you had hoped that she wouldn't be mad at you for long- she was a little frightening when she was upset, and you would really like to get on her good graces.

you had just come over since claude had offered to tutor you a bit in the song you chose for your audition. you had no idea that eva would even be here, let alone that claude's lesson would be so... hands on. you blushed slightly, unused to the strange situation.

"mm, your tonsils are a bit swollen. that's not good for someone who's supposed to sing on stage, you know," he said to you softly, giving you a sympathetic smile.

"really? you think i got sick?" you say, surprised. “i feel just fine, though. are you sure?”

claude nodded.

"mhm, trust me, i've been singing for a long time- i know tonsillitis when i see it."

you look at eva to see if she'll say anything, but she nods in agreement.

"well, you shouldn't audition if there's any chance of you being sick, right? after all, doesn't this play have a kissing scene? you wouldn't want to pass on your germs to them during rehearsal."

"eva's right, you shouldn't do it."

you frown a bit. you really feel fine... doesn't tonsilitis feel much worse than this? your throat doesn't even feel sore.

"well... okay," you say, grumbling slightly. "i guess you do know better."

he seems to preen a bit at this, standing up straighter. he smiles at you widely.

"just stay here, you'll be fine soon. you can just get some medicine here and rest up. we'll take care of you," claude says, patting the top of your head gently. to your surprise, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. you make a sound of surprise, and look at eva and then back at him. your eyes are wide with shock, but they're both acting like this was just a handshake.

"wait, hang on, what was that about-" you start saying, but he's already off to another room. you turn to eva, frowning slightly in confusion.

"eva, i'm sorry, i don't know why he would-"

before you finish your sentence though, she's already walked up to you and placed a kiss on you as well.

"don't worry about it.”

#yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #gender neutral reader #female yandere x reader #yandere poly #kind of less ‘gaslighting’ and more ‘lying’ lol but ykwim haha #eva cassatt #claude calloway

[alcoris-shiz]

Touch Me (Part 1) Alastor X Reader!

A/N: I’ve known a few people (demi such as myself and myself included) who don’t like being touched (also probably my autism but we'll skip that part), but especially that little special bond you get when you find the right partner and you're much more comfortable with touches than before.

The drawing below is mine, I didn't want to keep you lovely readers waiting for today's post so I decided to just post the sketch. This an oc of mine, they're part fox if you're wondering <3

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Chapter 1: Touch Me (Part 1)

Description: Alastor notices you start touching the other guests more, though you don’t like touch, he’s hurt when you don’t touch him however, and feels left out.

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Alastor tapped his fingers on the desk slowly, you had been working for him for a month by now. Seemingly out of nowhere, you have caught his eye, he needed to figure you out. He was drawn to you. You were his every waking thought. 

From humoring him with coffee in the morning and evening chats at dinner, something he never thought he would participate in, was now the highlight of his afterlife. No, Alastor wasn’t sure what had gotten into him and that’s why he had to study you. 

Not to mention you had so much in common, the lack of physical touch that either of you could handle, to always keeping a smile on your face. You were the highlighter in a box of pencils, something that lit up his life. A beauty that he deemed would be his work with.

You were barely his assistant, unlike the aquaintances at the hotel, he refused to call them more. He did, however, want more from you.

Though something seemed off about you and that has led to him sitting in his tower, slowly tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. You had never liked being touched, you were picky when it came to touch of any sorts, hating different textures and your sensitivity to sound, you had preferred the quiet hum of his radio. Recently however, he has seen everyone be more handsy with you.

Just earlier today, he seen Angel Dust hugging you, Charlie and you dancing (that one made his blood especially boil, how had he not danced with you yet and here’s Charlie and you!), Vaggie had of course been practicing dancing with you too (also to his annoyance…), even Husk had been holding your hands over the bar! (He was sure to skin that cat later on).

He would figure this out!

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Making his way downstairs he saw you writing in some notebook, clearly focused while Nifty sat atop your head and Angel to the right of you. “Why hello there Dear! Are you in any need of assistance?” Alastor asked happily slipping to the left of you and slipping an arm around your waist. You jumped and looked at him, confusion on your face and the blush that blanketed it. You quickly scooted away before standing up, lifting Nifty off your head and setting her on the table. “Oh uh… hey Alastor! I was just working on a script for my- ya know it doesn’t matter. I don’t really need any help, but thank you!” you said quickly as his smile twitched. 

He stood next to you and reached his hand down to grab your hand, he looked up at you with a look as if to ask if he could hold your hand. You had paused for a moment letting him hold your hand, both of you unknowingly loving the touch from each other. But to break the moment you coughed and backed away. “Really, I don’t want to be a bother Al. I’ll see you later,” you tried, smile not fading as you turned tail up the stairs to your room. 

Alastor could feel himself fuming while Angel gave him a concerned look, Charlie joining as she wandered into the room. “Hey Smiles, why smoke coming from your ears? You really wanted to spend time with them?” he asked, confused smirk on his face. Alastor looked at him with static before it went back to the normal buzz. “They’ll touch you, but not me? Why?” Alastor said, pretty much growling. 

“Uh… maybe because you’re a creepy ass radio demon?” Angel said nonchantly, while Charlie made a squeak sound. “You don’t like being touched.” Alastor’s head shot towards Charlie’s direction. “What was that?” Charlie gave a soft smile at Alastor. “They know you don’t like being touched, I may have told them, when they asked about you.”

“What did my little doe ask about me, may I ask?” Alastor said turning fully to face Charlie properly. “Just if you would be okay with touch, they uh wanted to hug you? Something about you looking upset and I had told them you didn’t like being touched, so I think they had just brought you something. That was last week!” Charlie responded quickly. 

“My doe wanted to hug me and I didn’t even get a say in this? Why young one, just point them in my direction next time, would you?” Alastor hissed before turning to go to your room. “I’m pretty sure I’m older than you-” was all that was heard from Charlie before he made his way up the stairs.

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Alastor, with a swift knock on your door, waited for you to open the door before inviting himself in. “Oh hey Alastor, to what do I have to pleasure of entertaining you-” Soon his arms were wrapped around you and you paused feeling confused, arms straight down at your sides. “Don’t move, please. You wanted to hug? Here it is,” Alastor growled his nose buried in your hair as he pulled you tightly to himself.

“It’s really okay Alastor, I know you don’t like being tou-” you had tried to say while pulling away, before Alastor pulled you tight to him again. “Say you don’t want this if you don’t, I don’t want to push your boundaries my doe. But I do want this,” Alastor said, now absentmindedly rubbing the middle of your back with his thumb. 

“I’m okay with this. Thanks for asking though and confirming you were okay with the hug.” you whispered finally reaching around his waist and returning the hug. Alastor sighed and nuzzled you. For once his mind was also quiet, a quiet radio humm signalling that as well. 

“Why them? Why would you not ask me?” Alastor asked softly, pulling just far back enough to cup your face in his hand, absently you rubbed your cheek against his palm, making his smile soften at the sight of you being so comfortable and vulnerable. “I didn’t want you to laugh, I’m sorry.” Alastor chuckled and rubbed your cheek with his thumb now.

“How about we make a deal?” your eyes shot up giving Alastor a confused and scared look, but not moving your head. “You can touch me, whenever and wherever, no need to ask, just stop if I become… uncomfortable… and I can… court you persay?” Alastor said. He knew he wanted you to be his, if this was the way to go, he’d make it go.

You slowly nodded and smiled at him, “I would like that,” you responded softly. “Good,” Alastor said as he leaned down, you glanced at his lips, he was waiting for you to meet him, for the okay to kiss. ‘Oh what am I getting myself into…’

You crushed your lips together.

The room lit green and you blushed, contract coming together. “I didn’t know you even felt that way about me?” you whispered. You had obviously come to know your crush on him, but you weren’t too sure how to go about dating someone who was ace or what they were okay with. You knew they did date, but with Alastor, that type of life was so non existent that you questioned him also being aromantic.

“Well my darling doe, there’s a lot you’re gonna learn about me. It’s not often I feel comfortable with touch, it’s even less common for someone to make me feel like this.”

“So would that make us-” you started and he chuckled. “Yes you are my partner and I am yours,” he whispered and leaned down to once again let our lips touch softly.

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#hazbin hotel #fanfiction #reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #cute #fluff #part one

[deprivedreality]

𝗦𝗬𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 neteyam x human reader

word count: 1.7k ➤ might make part two

synopsis: as the day of neteyam's crowning ceremony nears, the more you realize of the sad truth of being loved and loving someone who's from an entirely different species.

content & pairing/s: forbidden love. neteyam x human reader.

Neteyam and you have withheld your relationship for more than six years. It has come clear that the two of you adored each other and would kill for one another. It didn't come as blurry, since Neteyam proudly speaks of his human mate with his entire clan even though it changed his image greatly amongst the elder na'vis.

His mother, Neytiri greatly disapproves of such thing that his son believes is what is for him. For her, you will always be human. One of them. The people who hurt and killed na'vis. A race that burned down her home and killed her father.

And you take her son greatly angered the tsakarem. Neytiri wanted to rid you so badly and because of it, it had ruined her relationship with her firstborn.

Jake, however, has no problem whatsoever. He wanted his son to have the best of the best. But recently, there's been many speculations that you were a great cause of his son's probability of losing the title as the next Olo'eyktan. Mayhaps that was the only thing that Jake needed to talk to you one faithful noon when you were exploring the forest alone.

You were in the middle of sketching a crimsysoraus─ as you hid your small human body behind the bushes and camouflaged under the various colors of your clothes, you were heavily focused on the creature. However, from a sudden movement behind you, the primitive animal had run off so easily that you stood up in disappointment.

As you hear steps coming from behind you, you were quick enough to see who it was and your eyes lightened up at the sight of Jake Sully─ the mighty Toruk rider. He smiled slightly at you and seemed eager to say something, which heightened your curiosity.

"Jake, I can't say I'm glad to see you." You sighed as you greeted the familiar man that towered over you. Jake was thrice your size, he was slightly bigger and taller than Neteyam but you grew accustomed to this kind of physique that it didn't really bother you. Besides, for a quarter of your life, Jake stood up as your father.

When Jake noticed that you were starting to pack your things, that was the time he mustered up the courage to say something. So in an attempt to get your attention, he grabbed your small shoulders and leaned down. "Kid, listen, we need to talk."

"About what?" You said. You had no clue what was about to go between you and your peaceful life and because of it, you had a clueless expression on your face. "Can't we talk about it in the lab?"

"No, it has to be now," Jake claims, a deep sense of urgency in his voice and you acknowledge it. It freaked you out a little but you listened to every word he said next. "It's about Neteyam. You have to break it off with him, it's not happening, kid."

Suddenly, your mind went a bit blank and your expression started to fall into a confused one. You ushered Jake's hand away from your shoulder and continued looking at everything other than Jake's gaze. You started to feel slightly anxious as every second passed and you didn't speak. But you listened to every word the man said.

"You know back then when I said that as long as you make my son happy, I'm okay with all this. But y/n, right now, Neteyam is struggling as the heir of Omatikaya and I can't help him. It's not that I blame you or him for being connected! But Neteyam─"

"So you mean to say that he won't be Ole'eyktan so long as he has connections with me?" You could feel your heartache from saying such words, but you were observant of Jake's movement. He was serious and you understood what he was making it out to be that you easily got the point.

The man knew you your entire life, he's been there from the moment you took your first step alongside his firstborn. He's witnessed the comfort his son receives from you. As well as the happiness, entertainment, freedom, and the love Neteyam got from you.

Even if you were human, and he was Na'vi. As far as he knew, his son reminded him of himself back then when he was lost and hadn't been able to familiarize what love is until Neytiri came around.

Jake deeply disliked having to be the one to break the bond you had with his son. And he knew he would never let his wife be the one to stop you and Neteyam, or else Neytiri would be hated most by their son. So Jake hesitated to answer your question, but he nodded his head. "The people, the entire clan do not understand the bond you two have, and we can show them that you and Neteyam are─"

"I get it, Jake. You don't have to break it to pieces, I've known from the very start." You spouted, a single tear dropping from your right eye. You looked at Jake's sincereness and your breath started to hitch under the mask you were wearing. "Why are you the one to tell me this, It's so embarrassing."

Your lips trembled and from a split of a second, you looked into Jake's eyes. A huge wave of jealousy came washing over you. You knew his story, his life. How he too was human, like you. And he fell in love with a Na'vi, like you. He loved someone from a different specie who loved him back, like you. But unlike you, you weren't an avatar.

So the people of the man you loved hated you more than the hate Jake received from the time when he stood in similar shoes as yours. That thought alone made you think of Neteyam. Would it really be the right choice? Even if it probably is, only eywa knows how things would've gone if you never even formed something deeply intimate with a creature of purity.

That's right. You were human, and he was Na'vi. A man from a different specie like him ought to have never developed any sort of feelings for you. You were human. A colonizer. An invader. A demon to the eyes of the other Navi people. You were a nuisance to the prince of Omatikaya who... loved you.

"We should stop this. It's weird... We're weird." Even though you were hurting, you managed to say it anyway. And what pained you more was the fact that he looked into your eyes as you said it like your entire relationship was a joke.

Neteyam loves you. So hearing every syllable of every word you say fell on his ears like a flashback of the times he was in war. His amber eyes stared into yours and confusion erupted from his face. You had invited yourself to his private space in the home tree where all the Omatikaya lived.

You knew you weren't welcomed by the clan with the current issue you stirred up because of your interest in their prince and the only ones to welcome you were no more than Neteyam, siblings, some na'vi kids, and Jake.

Neteyam, the poor boy, had expected that you came for a visit per usual. And for you to come to him with awful remarks, they were venomous to his fragile heart. "Why... W-what? What are you saying...? What- why are you saying that!?" Neteyam stood up in disbelief, his words were laced with pain and his voice cracked. He looked at you, and you simply smiled apologetically.

That's right, Neteyam loves you. The Neteyam you used to laugh at for being slow, the boy you would cuddle when he was mad at his parents. The boy you would bully into thinking it's his fault you were smaller than him. The boy who would protect you, and in return, you would be by his side─ loving him as though you two couldn't differentiate the obvious difference you two had to be born with.

And from the way it played on Neteyam's mind, you love him too. You and him were in love, so why would it be weird? Is love weird? So why were those words he dreaded to hear spewing out of those pretty mouths of yours that he swore had lathered him with the most comforting and loving words he's ever heard in his life?

"Neteyam." His name fell from your mouth so gracefully, as if he was named only to be spoken by your voice. So why were you saying any less than what you had to?

"I'm serious. You and I are not fit together, it's not gonna work. Your clan will never allow you to be with me. Never!" You stood up as well to say your stance, but Neteyam fell to his knees and held your small hands as if pleading with you to stay.

"No, don't care about them, y/n! Yawne- My y/n, I will do anything to make them believe─" He cried, desperation so evident that you had to look away or else you'd slap him and say you love him back. And you weren't supposed to do that, you promised his father something.

That's why you'd leave him.

"Make them believe what exactly? No matter how many reasons you give them, they will never accept whatever we have!" You grabbed your hands from him and you walked off, and as you looked at him one final time─a grimace on your face that hid all the pain.

"Na'vi and Humans should never be together." You whispered before disappearing from his sight.

And the last thing you see was the betrayal Neteyam has in his eyes, the tears falling down from his cheeks and down to the hand that tried to reach out to you, pleading you'd come back.

ᓚᘏᗢ @deprivedreality 2023 | do not copy my works!

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[slutforsnow]

His Sunflower

Chapter 5 🕺

We boutta fly through these next few chapters to get to my lore idea so I never forget it 🫡

As the week of midterms went antagonizingly slow, Festus and Sunni were arguing, which pleased Coryo and Sej, but they didn't show it when Sunni told them about their most recent fight in the art room.

"What? Fes, why would I abandon Sej and Cori?" Sunni asked as her boyfriend watched her sketch out her next painting. She was sitting by the window, getting a headstart on the painting for class. Her teacher had wanted the class to paint the people, things, or places that made each person happy. Sunni, being the overachiever that she is, had to work twice as hard because of what she had planned.

"Because, my darling, they don't understand the love we have for each other. They hate us for it. Did you forget how Sejanus reacted when you told him the news?" Festus drawled, not really wanting to be here. The art room smelled awful to him; all the oils and paints? Not for him, but he dealt with it that way she didn't think he didn't love her. Well, he didn't, but Sunni couldn't find that out. Not yet.

"They don't hate us, it just came as a shock cause we've only known each other for about 3 months," She replied, setting her pencil down to look up a photo she had taken of her center piece.

"And how do you know what? Did Sejanus tell you that?" Festus snapped, a frown appearing on his face.

"Yeah, actually," Sunni sassed back, glaring at her boyfriend. "Say Sejanus' name like that again and see what happens."

The pissed off look was surprising to Festus; all he had seen Sunni do was smile, laugh, beam, and grin. He had to tread lightly when talking about her cousin because if he wasn't careful, she'd pick up on his true nature.

"Right, sorry, love," He said gentler, earning a bright smile of approval on her face before turning back to her work.

"I don't forgive you just yet, Fes, you'll have to earn your forgiveness."

Coryo had grabbed his shovel, as the three of them were in his family's apartment when she told them, but she told him no and bapped him on his head like he was cat.

It was like a factory reset for him; he hadn't been touched like that since he was a kid, so it had worked, and he sat back down, putting his shovel back in his closet, mumbling a quiet fine.

"Has he been working on improving?" Sejanus questioned from the floor, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah!! He's not a total ass like you guys say," She replied, beaming. "Yeah, he has his moments, but he's super sweet!"

'I could be better for you, Sunni. Better than that lowlife player and cheater,' Coryo thought, pulling his white hood up to rest on his head before glancing at his notebook that was squeezed into his mattress. How Sunni hadn't seen it yet, he had no idea, but was he grateful she hadn't? Yes. Yes, he was.

"Sun, it could be a front; he could still be a bad guy," Sejanus warned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but he's changed! I know it!"

Then the party came. The boys plan to have a sideshow exposing Festus to the entire senior class during the party was ready, with photos (comprising of from texts to photos of Festus on dates with different girls) from sophomore year as proof, was ready and on a USB drive.

They were dressed in casual-ish clothing. Sejanus was wearing black jeans and a baggy band t-shirt. He didn't feel like dressing all nice like people usually expected him to do so—he also wanted to blend in as most of their class loved wearing band shirts on no-uniform days and since this was Clemensia's party, there would be no-doubt that a lot of people would be wearing band t-shirts.

Coryo, on the other hand, was wearing blue jeans, which had rips up and down them but he didn't really care; they were styled that way so people wouldn't pick up on his financial situation and he looked good in them too. He wore a large short sleeve plain white shirt and an oversized dark red hoodie over it with a gold chain he borrowed from Sejanus around his neck. He liked his simplicity. Not too "poor-looking" and not too fancy either. It was a perfect mix of what he needed to show and comfort.

The boys were waiting for Sunni by the door of the estate, and when they saw her, Coryo's jaw hit the Titanic.

Sunni had curled her hair a little, just to make it bouncy, and was wearing a white dress where the sleeves rested on the arms instead of the shoulders. It came down to the middle of her calves. She was wearing gold-coloured heels, which were the kind you had to tie on you, so you didn't fall out of the shoes. The only accessory she had was a silver necklace that had a jeweled sunflower.

She looked stunning. She was way too good for Festus. She was a goddess. Someone to be worshipped. Not be manipulated by Festus.

Coryo tried to speak as Sejanus answered the door.

"Festus!!" Sunni exclaimed, seeing him at the door. She giggled and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck, kissing his cheek, as Festus embraced her body.

"Hi, baby," Festus greeted, smiling and sending a triumphant smirk to Sejanus and Coryo as the two glared at him.

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[todoabi]

Secret Santa!!

Okay so, I participated in the secret Santa that @gt-jar made, and who did I get as a giftee? none other than @sheena-yuet ! gosh, I didn't know how to even start, as they're so very talented and I could never compare, but at any rate, I hope you like this:

I was told you like reunion stories, and since you love g\t I assumed you watched The Secret World of Arrietty (I apologize if you hadn't, but if you hadn't please do!) and made a little sketch plus a tiny story of Sho reuniting with Arrietty years after the movie ends.

"I can't believe it, Arrietty, I thought I'd never see you again!" Sho said, tearing up. It has been years since they last saw each other- when Arrietty came to say goodbye to him since she and her parents had to leave for a new home after getting discovered. Destiny must have done backflips to get them to meet again after the miles and miles that Arrietty and her family traveled to find a new house to settle in and borrow.

"Sho... This is so... I can't believe it either..." She had no words to say. She saw him through the grass leaves in the front garden, as he arrived at the new house they were hiding in, and couldn't not show herself to him. She had to come to say hi. Arietty has been thinking about him and their adventures together ever since they happened. How could she ever forget him? As the only human she'd ever met that has been compassionate and kind to her, and she couldn't help but feel safe with him.

"How did you find this place? Do you live here now?" He started asking her questions, his mouth rambling. This was new, Arrietty thought, He'd never been so expressive. He seems to have healed from his illness.

'"I... I can't tell you that... I'm sorry. I can't risk our lives again." She sighed. His expression made her heart ache. He looked disappointed but understanding. "But... how have you been? you seem happier."

"Yeah, I've moved out from my mother's house. I live in the city now, far away. This is the place of my close friend from school, I came to visit." He placed her on the ground, thinking the surface of his hands was too uneven for her- she did look uncomfortable when she realized he was holding her.

"That's nice... I wish I could see it." She said as Sho sat down next to her on the steps to the front porch. She sat down as well.

"Eh, it's not so special. Just lots and lots of humans living very close to each other, nothing like the countryside." Sho looked out towards the beautiful garden and past it at the fields beyond it. Arrietty couldn't see his face from below, where she sat. His giant hand was resting right next to her, reminding her of how enormous he was and why they could never have a real friendship.

The sun has begun to set as the clouds turned a pinkish orange. Arrietty rarely found herself watching the sky, given most of her surroundings were obscuring the view above her. Sho then sighed and looked down at her.

"I'm glad to know you're alright. I've been thinking of you ever since we said goodbye." He said with a smile.

"I feel the same way." She looked up at him and smiled back. Then her face suddenly saddened and she looked away. Sho didn't need to ask to know what she was thinking about. They were living in two different worlds and were destined to be apart. He then felt her tiny hand resting on his index finger. He looked back down.

"I... have to go... My parents will freak out if I'm late for dinner." She chuckled. "It was nice to see you, though."

"Oh... I see... I-it was nice seeing you, too. Please take care, Arrietty." Sho then saddened as well. He wished they could make this moment stretch even a little bit longer. He knew he might not see her ever again. Looking at her, examening her face as she got up, he suddenly picked her up and hugged her close to his chest.

Arrietty felt her stomach drop when he suddenly swept his hand under her feet and held her up. She opened her mouth to shout but nothing came out. When the terrifying feeling of getting picked up went away, she realized that was his way of trying a hug. So her heart softened and she hugged him back. She could feel heat radiation off of both his palms and his chest.

After a few moments he placed her back down on the floor, and watched her run off and disappear in the grass. Sho's heart wished he'd be lucky again to see her one more time. And just at that moment, The front door opened and his friend greeted him in a warm hug. Sho returned the hug, but his head was somewhere else, wondering where she was now, and hoping she would be okay.

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Hope you liked it, Sheena! and marry christmas to you!

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[astronyu]

Sketches and commentary on the Folly ref sheet for RAT's newest plush! (info below the cut vvv)

(note: RAT commissioned me to make the character ref sheet, which is NOT the plushie schematic that Makeship actually uses as reference to produce the plushie)

This is the first sketch we sent to Makeship!

I'm starting to add details to push Folly's identity a bit more and differentiate her more from RM (Rat Maid), i.e. neckline, nose, gloves, blush. Lots of curves! (And I also added two rats instead of one <3O~ <3O~)

At one point we considered giving her the eye design shown on the right (red thread embroidered around her eye) as a reference to her MC skin's glowing eyes, but we decided eye shadow was a better look. also it looks like sans undertale

This is the back! The Folly skin has a long pretty bow, but it's scrapped by the end because A. her hair obscures everything on her back and B. as we went along we increasingly afraid of the sheer mass of fabric building on this plushie.

Most of her palette is colorpicked from the original minecraft skin by Arathain (who also made RM!) but iirc we made the ears pinker and lighter. You can see their OG tweet featuring the Folly skin here!

Onto the dress design!

RAT wanted the Folly plush to feel like more than just a recolor, so he had me redesign her dress. I started off with an inspo board focused on elements we wanted to keep-- Folly's lighter palette, the middle slit of her dress, the off-shoulder straps, and the overall maid theme.

You'll notice that Folly's expressions here are kind of all over the place (I don't think she's ever looked that sympathetic in her life). I think I made these sketches before I finalized her face, where RAT requested some mixture of murderous intent with mischief, but in a subtle way. Later down the line the specific smirk Folly has actually gave the physical plushie a lot of trouble (faces do not scale easily on cone shaped snouts).

The first alternate dress designs!

RED: RAT (paraphrased), PURPLE: me ofc More refined sketches! As you can see here RAT's working me to the bone with all of his requests. It's okay though, b/c after I sent him the completed ref sheet I got to watch him turn on Makeship. (KIDDING, KIDDING)

Overall, I was looking for a dress that felt regal, beautiful, and unconventional, while still feeling like a maid dress. Wow, after physically typing that out I feel like face palming. "I need a dress for a GODDESS also a uniform good for housekeeping please" (???)

After feedback, I focused more on variations of the 2nd option.

You'll see at the last Folly, I combined the 2nd variation with the tie ribbon, the layered dress design, and long puffy sleeves. I decided to bring over the long puffy sleeves specifically because I hoped that they would give Folly a more interesting silhouette that of course contrasts with RM.

(To be fair, this contrast isn't very visible on the plushie itself but it is fun to draw.)

And finally, the second and last ref we sent to Makeship!

imo Makeship did an INCREDIBLE job translating the design to plushie!! I'm sure there's plenty of challenges Makeship's plushie makers have to deal with that we don't see, so I always specify that I'm only responsible for the initial drawing when people ask me if I "made" the plush.

One really delightful surprise were the 3d rats; we didn't think they were possible but they were (ilu makeship)!! You'll probably also notice that Folly's eyes look pretty different--- they were changed slightly in each step and ultimately ended up softer, which is interesting because I feel that it kind of mirrored how RAT's approach to Folly as a character changed in the months of the plushie's development (and up to her release!).

And that's all I have for my part of the plushie! I always love working with RAT on projects and plushies are a highlight. They're especially surreal to think about when we all used to joke about them before RAT really blew up.

ofc, the shill if you want to get her: Makeship Folly plush and RM's ref sheet if you're curious: Rat Maid plushie ref

i think the campaign ends about October 7th, 2023, but you and i are very likely to be in different time zones so if you're interested doublecheck with the site. if the date has long past then ig this is just a fun little time capsule for you, which can also be pretty cool :)

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[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Serendipity (CH 5)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2586

Warning: Mild language, fluff, smut, angst, graphic scenes, death, murder, gore, violence, mature material…

Prompt: You have a major crush on Gibbs, however you choose to push it away as you fear he doesn’t feel the same way. Suddenly there is a bunch of chances that lead to a happy ending…

I was calm now and Abby fixed my makeup for me. She had an extra shirt for me to borrow. It was a black crop top with a plunge neckline. I had more chest area than Abby so I pulled at the shirt trying to cover it some. It had some chains criss-crossing across it and there was a skull with a bow on the shirt.

"You look great! Now go kick some ass...and save that camera and sketchbook." She says.

I laugh, hugging her before taking the stairs. It goes silent in the bullpen as they look at me. I shift uncomfortably.

"I-I didn't have an extra shirt. A-Abby lent me one of hers." I mumble.

Gibbs walks to my desk, grabbing my blazer as he throws it at me. Tony catches it before it could hit me in the face like it would have. He gives me a small smile, handing it to me. I nod slightly, shrugging it on as I go to my desk.

I open my sketchbook, grabbing tissues to soak up some of the coffee. It was effortless, but it kept me distracted. I grab my camera, pulling out cleaning wipes to clean it up. I turn it on and was relieved to see that it worked. I move the pictures over to my laptop before sending them to Tim and Abby.

I open my sketchbook and work away at it in silence despite the tension I felt. I could feel his eyes on me and it made me want to shrink away and disappear.

I start pulling the sketches out, pinning them to my empty bulletin board. I study them, trying to ignore the coffee stain. I grab the sketchbook and throw it in the bin.

"Problem, Y/L/N?" Gibbs asks.

"Boss, she has to have clear paper. It bothers her if it isn't. I think the coffee is making her upset." Tim says quietly.

"Y/N/N, don't you have an extra in your drawer?" Ziva asks softly.

I hated this. I was being treated like a baby since this stupid accident. I pull the sketches down, shoving them in a drawer as I grab my keys and my phone, jogging towards the elevator.

I was in the closet art store within minutes. I stood in the sketchbook aisle for a good twenty minutes, just staring.

"Ziva said you'd be here." Gibbs mumbles, moving to stand beside me.

I continue staring at the sketchbooks. I was kind of mental over my sketchbooks. I knew I was. But, I've never experienced something this bad before. Not to mention on top of this last week.

Gibbs stands next to me silently, observing me. I tried to keep my cards close to my chest, not wanting him to figure me out. I was falling to pieces and the only person who knew was Abby.

I step forward, grabbing a pile of sketchbooks and adding them to the cart. I got three different sizes, all the same color. I got like ten of each one. Hopefully it'll be awhile until I need more. I push the cart to the pencil aisle with Gibbs silently following behind me.

"Your trying to find a sense of control." He murmurs from behind me.

I keep silent. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was wrong. Either way, I found myself angered that he was trying to profile me. I reach out, grabbing a pack of sketching pencils to read the back. It's the brand I always get, but I found peace in reading the description on the back before tossing a bunch of packs of pencils in my cart. I found myself drifting through the aisles, tossing random stuff in my cart before paying.

I get to my car, ignoring Gibbs. I drive back, aware that he was right there behind me. I grab the bags and head towards the building. I try going for the stairs, but he grabs my arm and pulls me into the elevator. I stay silent, even when he presses the emergency stop button.

"I shouldn't of snapped at you earlier." He admits.

"Rule six." I mutter.

"I didn't say I was sorry. I just admitted I was in the wrong earlier." He says, quirking a brow at me.

"Sounded like an apology." I mutter.

"Maybe it was. Look, I shouldn't of snapped. I had no right. Your right though. I was jealous. It's hard not to be jealous though. The thought of losing you...it's a hard one to grasp." He admits quietly.

"Your the one who said we can't do this and I should just lose my feelings for you. Your the one who said I should find someone else. All because of your stupid rules." I snap.

"I know...can we talk after this case is done? At my house over some steak and beer. Please." He asks.

I stare at him for a moment before nodding slowly. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea. It probably wasn't. He probably was going to explain how we couldn't be together and why. Did I want to hear anymore bullshit? No. I didn't.

The elevator doors opening snap me out of my thoughts. Gibbs walks out, stopping as he waits for me to step out. I ignore the teams concerned stares as I walk to my desk. I sit on the ground, opening the drawer as I pull the coffee-stained drawings out.

"Next time I see that asshole, I'm going to deck him." I say.

"What?" Tim asks horrified from behind me as Gibbs chuckles.

"Who is she talking about?" Ziva asks surprised.

"Where has our innocent baby Y/N gone?" Tony asks.

I wasn't one for violence. I looked at the upside of...well everything. Even if someone made me upset, I tried to keep it together. I run out of room for my sketchbooks and sigh.

I look up when Gibbs grabs a pile. I was confused as he puts a pile in his bottom desk drawer before handing a pile to Ziva, Tony and Tim.

"There. You have plenty on hand and now everyone has them on stock in case you run out." He says, patting my head since he could ruffle it since it was up.

I pull out a new sketchbook, taking the plastic off it. I grab a pencil and start sketching the crime scenes away. I didn't like to redraw. It threw me off. It didn't feel right having to do it a second time.

Nonetheless, I finish them and hang them back on the bulletin board, tossing the other ones in the trash. I study the drawings, my pen between my teeth and my notepad rested against my knee.

I start writing away, glancing up at the pictures occasionally.

"Y/N?" I hear.

I look up and see the shrink. I let a puff of air out, quirking an eyebrow at her.

"Yes?" I ask.

"I don't think we are done talking. You dodged all my questions. I won't let up until I get answers." She says.

"I died. Then Gibbs brought me back. I died again on the ambulance. They brought me back. Then I was in a hospital for two days. Alone on one. Talked to the shrink there. Went home. Dreaded not being able to work a week, but now I'm here. I'm fine. Can you please leave me alone now?" I ask.

"I talked to the therapist at the hospital. Who said you also dodged their questions. You never should have been discharged until you properly answered the questions. That is why I'm not letting up." She says.

"I'm this bloody close to decking you. Your really starting to piss me off." I grumble.

Thankfully, Tim only heard me and he slowly turned to me with wide eyes. I tilt my head at him, narrowing my eyes, daring him to say something.

"She's great! She's just a little grumpy from her run in with this guy earlier. He spilt coffee on her." Tim says.

"Your intimidated by her. From what I gather, she's typically happy and bubbly. However, she seems to be quiet, distant, agitated, on edge and even a bit angry. None of you are use to this side of her." She says.

I take a deep breath in before slowly letting it out. My phone rings and I give her one final glare before answering my phone.

"Hey Abs, what's up?" I ask.

"The shrink lady is coming to talk to you! She wouldn't stop asking questions and more questions and I snapped! But I was trying to understand why she won't stop prying because she doesn't even do that on Ziva or Gibbs! So I did some digging! She's the wife of the get-away unsub who tried to kill you!" Abby exclaims.

"Thanks Abs. I'll be down here in a bit. Relay the message to Gibbs." I say.

I smile, hanging up the phone as I look at the shrink. She taps her clipboard as Gibbs' phone rings. I stand, walking towards her. I heard Gibbs set the phone down and I pull my fist back, hitting her in the nose.

She sways before falling back. I look down at her before heading back to my desk. It was quiet and I look up, smiling.

"Boss!" Tim exclaims.

"The man who tried to kill Y/N...that's his wife. She wanted to see if she remembered her husband or not." Gibbs says, shrugging.

"Did you know? Is that why you said you wanted to deck her earlier?" Tim asks.

"I didn't know then. She was making me mad. I feel better now. A lot better. I think I just needed to hit someone!" I say, smiling.

"Let's not make this our way of letting our anger out." Gibbs says, giving me a lopsided smirk and I shrug. 

"You can always come with me to the gym. They have some punching bags there." Ziva offers.

"I'll take you up on that." I say.

"There is also other ways to let your anger out, Y/N. It can be with a lover, between the sheets, hot...passionate and anger. Ah! I'll stop boss! Please don't hit me!" Tony pleads as Gibbs slowly stands.

"I don't have a lover, Tony. So a punching bag will do." I say.

"You gonna fill us in on what you know, Y/L/N?" Gibbs asks.

"On what?" I ask.

"The case of course." He says in a duh tone.

I scramble up, my cheeks flushing red as he chuckles. I grab a random clear board we keep nearby just because I do my sketches and hang them up before putting them at the front of the bullpen. I stand, staring at the board from the end of the bullpen.

"Alright, the unsub stood between two big oak trees for awhile. I'd say he's been watching out victims the past two to three days at most from the cigarettes on the ground. He had perfect view through the window and the sliding doors. Through the window, he could see the kitchen and living room. Through the sliding doors, he could see the hallway. Our unsub slips in, walks to the living room, pulls the gun out, bam. Husband is dead. The wife was the target." I say, the scene unfolding around me once again.

"How do you know that?" Tim asks.

"The husband was shot execution style. However, the wife underwent extensive pain. She was stabbed in the chest several times, each wound reaching her heart. Maybe a way of communicating his heartbreak or jealousy. Then postmortem he went to overkill by one shot to the head, bam. He took his time with the wife from the report I gathered from Ducky. She went through tremendous pain and was awake." I say.

"Why was the living room trashed then?" Tony asks.

"Well, earlier that night before the couple was murdered, the neighbors filed a noise complaint which then turned to a domestic violence call once the dispatcher gathered that there was screaming and some furniture could be heard breaking. The officers came and went, hesitant. The fight picked back up after, before the two went to separate rooms. From what I could gather, they seem to be on rocky terms. Her ring was in the sock drawer and she had the bedroom. He was sleeping in the living room." I say.

"So, what about the unsub in all of this?" Tim asks.

"I'm going to say that it's safe to assume that the wife walks to her room to take a breather, maybe go to the master bath and splash some water on her face. Then the unsub comes in from the sliding doors. The husband, our marine sergeant, wasn't paying attention. He was trying to cool down himself and get a grasp on his temper. There's a painting above the fireplace. It's of their wedding venue. He was staring at it when he heard a noise. He turns around, bam. The unsub fires of a shot before he could fight. Unsub hides around the corner as the wife comes to investigate when she hears a big thump and finds her husband dead. Then the unsub attacks her." I say.

"I like it. Now, we need to determine who our unsub is." Gibbs says.

"I've narrowed it down a bit. I found a boot print and a bunch of cigarettes between the trees. Abby is still running some tests on the cigarette buds. However, the boot print is a size thirteen marine boot. The pattern is one to the marine boots. Could be a buddy of the husbands maybe. I'm going to estimate that he's about six two with a heavy build or he's heavier set because the weight left behind on the boot print." I explain.

"Any profile?" Ziva asks.

"Again, I think it's safe to assume the wife was the target. The couple is our only murder so far and hopefully it stays that way. So, it's kind of set it in stone that the unsub is more than likely an ex-lover, the baby daddy, a jealous friend of the husbands friend who wanted the wife, or maybe this man knew something we didn't and thought he was protecting the husband. However, that's a leap as he did kill the husband. The wife was the target. She was overkill. I'd suggest that it stems from betrayal, jealously and definitely anger. With how motivated he was for the murders, I'd also like to suggest that he's going to be quite cool and laxed about this. He's probably narcissistic, has strong views on a woman's role, temper-issues and I'd say even paranoid. However, I don't have enough to build on the profile so it very well could be wrong." I say.

"What does your gut say?" Gibbs asks.

"That I'm hungry." I say and everyone chuckles, including Gibbs.

"We will go get lunch soon." He says.

"Okay. However, aside from being hungry, I feel pretty confident about the case built and the profile I presented." I say.

"Then we will go with your word." He says.

I sit, feeling relieved we were closer to the end of this case. However, it did make me nervous at the thought of the end of the case. That meant I'd have dinner with Gibbs and I was dreading it. I knew how it'd go.

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[pyramid-of-starrs]

My Kinda Different

Genres: Fluff, Smut (Poorly written)

Pairing: Jongho (Non-idol) X Alt Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, lots of fluff, I subscribe to the Jongho bear agenda hardcore on this one, switch Jongho, bratty switch reader, reader curses a lot, chocking, ass slapping, squirting, unprotected sex (Use protection and get tested pls), reader calls Jongho “Cubby” derived from the word “cub”, AFAB reader and fem pronouns and names, tried making reader racially inclusive, Cum, drug use(Ac*d mentioned once), dacryphilia (Squint and turn your head to the side) if I’m missing anything please let me know

Author notes: Go easy on me it’s my first idol fic ~_~

Word count: 4.1K (I had a lot to say lol)

Minors dni

Smut starting now:

Loud music playing from your AirPod Max headphones can be heard by everyone sitting near you on the subway. Drawing even more attention to you as if your appearance wasn't loud enough. Carefully torn fishnets paired with stacked knee high black and grey socks that slightly showed over your demonia platform boots. A rather short olive-green cargo skirt you thrifted on your way home last week that you had to get, or you would simply "die". A simple black long sleeve crop top that stops at your pierced belly button. It had a double zipper right down the middle, the zipper at the top and bottom open so the shirt only covers your chest. lots of piercings covered your pretty face of course, it’s so on brand! Double pierced nose, medusa piercing, tongue (middle and snake eye) and eyebrow. Make up very natural with heavy eyeliner and thin 90s brows. With scattered tattoos on your skin. Yeah, you were something to look at.

You sat waiting for your stop with your sketch pad. When the train finally got to your stop you hopped up so excitedly. Everyone confused on how such a dark person can have such a bubbly vibe. Little did they know that you had the best person in the world at home waiting for you. You see, today marked your 1-year anniversary with the most amazing man in the world, Mr. Choi Jongho. Let's go back a bit just to refresh your memory.

You had given up on love after your 100th failed relationship, men and women all the same you tried and tried again they just kept disappointing you. Despite your hard and rough appearance, you deserved love too dammit! Where are your flowers and chocolate? Someone to go see pierce the veil with you. Your rave partner? Even someone to drop acid with? Nope that just wasn't written in the stars for you. That is until one day you were sitting at your favorite cafe working on your art class final project. You had been there for a while. A cafe worker walked up to you handing you a cup with tea in it.

You looked up looking at her with your natural bitch face. "I didn't order anything..."

"O-oh um...I know it's just that uh- the guy over there ordered this to give to you and yeah sorry for bothering you" She sat the cup on the table and hurried back to safety behind the counter.

You rolled your eyes at the workers dramatics and looked at the guy who sent the drink to you. He sat at one of the cafes comfy seating seats with his legs crossed with his phone in one hand and drink in the other. The guy looked like your any day prude. Light brown dress shoes, dark navy-blue slacks, dark grey long sleeve sweater and a button down. He had a really handsome face you had to admit, light brown hair, round framed glasses, a natural duck lip and cute little cheeks. He reminded you of one of the squish mellows you keep on your bed. You walked over to question him bringing your stuff and the drink with you. Once you reach him, he looks up from his phone.

"Oh, come over to join me? A Girl like you I thought I would need to do a bit more convincing than that, but I love the enthusiasm to get to know each other."

You arched your brows.

"The fuck are you talking about? I'm coming over to give you your drink back. I'm not interested." you stuck your hand out with the drink in it.

"That tea is a blend that makes you energized! I know most people assume tea makes you sleepy but that won't. Seems like you were super focused over there, so I decided to order you that. Enjoy!" he smiled at you and you kind of felt your heart throb.

You snapped out of the brief trance that cute smile had on you. "Look dude-"

"Jongho."

"What?"

"My name is Jongho, and yours?"

"What the f- its Y/N and I'm not fucking interested in you or this tea so here." you sat the tea down on the coffee table in front of him as a final protest. He giggles with his cute little smile.

"You're really cute Y/N, I'm going to take you out on a date next week if your free, okay?" he looked you in your eyes, but it looked like he looked directly in your soul.

"Listen Jongho I'm going to put this in terms you'll get. Fuck off."

And from that moment on you began your journey with Jongho. He didn't heed your warning and did the opposite of fucking off and visited you at the cafe everyday buying you new teas to try. You eventually caved and went on the date and the rest was history.

Now it's been a year and you just arrived at your shared apartment. You take your time taking off your clunky Platforms and yell "Baby I'm home."

Jongho appears from the bedroom. "Well, hello beautiful." He has his arms open while walking toward you because he knows that you are going to jump into them. Of course, you do with the world’s biggest smile on your face. You wrap your arms around his neck and squeezed him "Baby I missed you so much ugh please shrink down and live in my boobs or something so I can carry you everywhere." One thing Jongho loved about you is your colorful words and saying.

"If I could you know I would my love, but for now hurry and get dressed I want to take you out." he said as you released him finally.

"Take me out where?" you said with a puzzled look on your face.

"I'm taking you to this speakeasy restaurant that goes until like 3am. They have lots of vintage art and stuff and it's low-key. You'll love it. I'm already dressed so get ready."

Now that he mentioned it you decided to step back and get a good look at him. He had on black dress pants with a black leather belt and a black shirt tucked in with thin white strips. Pairing it all together with black rounded glasses.

"Not bad right? I tried to match your vibe." He kissed on your cheek and winked at you. "Now hurry up and get ready I know you're going to take forever." He slapped you on your ass while walking away.

"Fine, but I don't have anything to wear."

"Baby girl. It's me of course I got you a little something too. Go to the room and change now please and thank you." and that you did. You opened the door to your shared bedroom and on you bed was a dark purple long silk dress with a sexy slit on the side, a brand-new pair of platform heel boots, and lots of accessories to match. Oh, you could die at how good this man treats you. So excited to try on the dress in a hurry and slip on the accessories. When you're done you look in the mirror to check yourself out. Before you could put on your shoes you notice a new plushy has entered you room. A cute bear plushy with X and O for eyes. He had a card attached to him.

"Dear Y/N,

I hope you liked the dress I got you. I'm not much for expressing my feelings well but I hope you know for someone that claims to have such a dark and gloomy energy, you really are the light of my life. Even though you've been told you're “Weird" and "too different". I hope you know you're my kinda different. I love you my sweet baby.

-Love

Your fave plushy"

Oh, you couldn't take it anymore. You loved this man too much. Tears began to fall, and you sat on the bed squeezing the plushy. Jongho walks in just in time.

"I knew you were going to take forever baby come on we have to go to beat the crowd-" He looked up from his watch to see you crying with the plushy. "Ahh, I see you found Bear-ho" he walked over and sat next to you on the bed he wiped your tears while being careful not to smear your "Black as my soul" black liner. You chuckled at the name.

"Is that what you named him?"

"Yeah, you always say these things are your kids so I figured I would get you one so we can have a kid of our own." he smiled at you with the warmest and most endearing smile you think anyone has ever smiled.

"Aww cubby (A nickname you made because he reminds you of a bear) I love this so much how did I ever get this lucky." You leaned in to hug him. You used all your strength to push him down while you hugged him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me Y/N, please always remember that." He looks you in the eyes and gives you a light peck. "You know in this dress you really look like a vampire queen."

"And you still look like a prude." you pecked his lips back.

"Hey! I like to think that I look very sexy today." he protested.

"Prudes are sexy too baby." You couldn't help yourself and dove back in for another kiss. This time it was more than just a peck. This kiss had love and passion in it. He wrapped his hands around your back to deepen the kiss. You decided to invite your tongue into his mouth, your two tongues now dancing with each other. He was the first one to break the kiss as you made a pouty noise in disappointment.

"Come on baby we have to go if we don't want to be in a huge crowd." He said while he grabbed your chin to make direct eye contact. He knew you; he knew you lost focus of the task at hand but that's why you two work so well. A Ying and Yang relationship, you're chaos and he enjoys it and keeps you in control. When you rage, he calls you cute and pinches your cheeks, when you're moody he gives you lots of cuddles and hugs and when your love for your sweet boyfriend makes you hornier than a sailor that just saw a woman for the first time in a year, he keeps you stable enough to still finish your plans for the day. However, this time may be a bit different. This time he can't control you. You needed him and you need him now and he knew better than anyone that you always get what you want. He knew that because he is the one that always gives it.

"I know but like fuck that place and fuck that crowd. I need to fuck you like right now." You fully climbed on top of him, hiking up your dress to sit comfortably while you place your other leg across him so you could sit on his crotch. You leaned back over him and begin placing hot open mouth kisses on his neck. He sighs while he places both his hands on each side of your ass. He knew if he would continue protesting it would fall on deaf ears.

"You liked your gift that much baby girl?" he started to snake his hands under your dress as he gripped your bare ass and thighs.

"Yes, I did Cubby" you continue the assault on his neck but this time being sure to lick from the middle of the neck to his ears. He lightly groaned, he’s very sensitive there, you wanted to try your best to have full control of the situation. You wanted to show him how much you appreciated him.

"My little Cubby is so sensitive let’s see what else I can lick." you lifted his shirt and started to kiss down his body leaving traces of your black liner and gloss lip combo (Well what was left of it at least). When you got to his chest you stopped at his nipples. "Hmm what about here. "Baby..." before he could say more you lightly licked his left nipple while you brushed the right one very gently with your thumb. He tensed up and made a cute little moan.

"Does my baby have little sensitive nipples? Do you like this Cubby?" You continued to lick and rub them and even added a little sucking action to really turn him on. He bit back his moans not wanting to admit that this felt so good.

"Baby don't hold back I wanna hear you moan too~ I guess I'll just have to stop and leave you like this." his little spoiled baby what was he going to do with you. I guess he had to show you who is really in control here. He gripped you on both sides of your hips and softly tossed you to the side of him.

"Baby why do I always have to show you your place?"

"Because you like doing it and I like annoying you duh!" You loved pushing Jonghos buttons. He is such a prim and proper guy that when he gets out of character it makes you so wet you could practically feel your heat begin to leak. You laid flat on your back and he leaned over you to kiss you deeply again. He kissed you sternly like he was trying to prove a point. While your mouths were entangled with each other his hands moved back under your new dress. He found his way to your clothed core. You had on a lace black butterfly thong you wanted to show off to him later when you got back but plans changed. He feverishly rubbed your pussy over your panties to tease you. You interrupted your kiss with little whimpers and moans.

He moved his fingers up and rubbed your throbbing clit. rubbing small circles on the bulb of nerves. Your moans raised from a soft whisper to a full moan.

"Cubby, I need you."

"How bad do you want my fingers my love?" he continued his devilish little games and picked up the pace on your clit.

"I want them so bad Cubby please finger fuck me already." you said between moans.

"Hey!" He stopped and grabbed your panties from the front and pulled them up. The thong bunched up and squeezed around your clit. You yelped "Watch your mouth, you’re lucky it's a special day and I still want us to make it out or I would stuff that mouth full."

"Oh, fuck you I'll say what I want." As you finished your sentence you felt your pussy clench around the abrupt two fingers that just entered it. You gasped and threw your head back.

"Fuck Cubby."

"Such a pretty face with such a dirty little mouth how tragic." he began to pump the two fingers into your soaking heat. The beautiful sounds of your pussy squelching filled the room.

"Oh, do you hear how wet you are for this prude? Your pussy doesn't think I'm some boring guy."

Teasing you and talking you through an amazing orgasm is 2 things this man specialized in.

“Oh, my fucking God baby please I need to cum so bad.” You started to want him more and more, you needed to touch him to feel grounded. You reach your arms out asking to be held. He didn’t stop his increasing pace in your core, but he did lean down so you could squeeze him tightly.

“My sweet baby, always so mean and cold to everyone but a messy bratty slut for me.” He said sensational in your ear.

He removed his fingers from your wet hole and rubbed on your sensitive clit. You moaned while babbling incoherently. Jongho knows how to make even the simplest sex acts feel even better because he knows what will set you off.

“I’m-I’m so close Cubby.” A stuttering mess all for this man.

He kissed your neck and moved down to your chest. The dress had a ruched top on it which gave him easy access for him to take your chest out, but he wanted to put you to work.

“Pull your pretty tits out for me baby and put them on my tongue.” he stuck his tongue out and you did exactly that. You took out both your pierced boobs and squeezed them together on the sides then perfectly placed both nipples on to his stuck-out tongue. He sucked and swirled both the nipples around in his mouth drooling and getting spit on your dress top. He briefly released them to say:

“I see you are wearing the new bar set I got you, good girl showing off everything I buy for you.” You complained to him that your current nipple rings were boring so being the loving boyfriend he is he bought you a new set. They were silver bars with cute bear heads on each side.

“Has anyone else seen these besides me pretty girl?”

“No Cubby just you and only you.”

“Good baby” He inserted 3 of his fingers into you pulsing heat. Scissoring them in and out while making the “Come here” motion. He licked your nipples and started to alternate between licking and sucking them. You felt your brain stop functioning. This moment was so intense even Jongho started to rut against you.

“I’m about to fucking cum Cubby Ah- “

The knot in your stomach snapped and you felt the rushing sensation ooze out of you. You became a moaning mess, and it made you need him more, your pussy still yearning for his dick in you.

“More please baby, I need you in me now.”

He sighed while getting up to remove his glasses and undo his belt. You took that as your sign to remove your dress, but he stuck his hand pout to stop you.

“Keep it on my love, we still need to go out.” He didn’t want to admit that he really just wanted to fuck you good in that dress because you just look good enough to eat, but maybe he’ll eat you out until you were begging him to stop later. For now, he wanted to fuck you just as bad. You pulled off your wet thong and Jongho pulled his pants and underwear down revealing his hardened cock. He was about 6 inches long with a good amount of girth, his dick was a pretty light brown with a pink tip that matched the natural color of his lips. Jongho sat down on the bed still sitting up his pants and underwear pooling at his ankles showing the tops of his black trouser socks. Jonghos all black outfit was his attempt to match your aesthetic poor baby is so old fashioned he thinks being alt is just wearing all black but his attempts to make you happy makes you love him even more. He patted his thighs signaling you to climb over on top of him. You hiked your dress back up and spread your legs through the slit to place one leg on each side of him as you hovered over his length.

You placed both your hands on his shoulders and began to sink down on his dick slowly to adjust to his size. Little moans falling from your lips once his entire rod was inside you made a “mm mm” sounds and slowly bobbed up and down. Your clit still ringing and over stimulated from your last orgasm you started to rock to make even more friction you had your head down to watch it all happen in real time.

Jongho watched you as you struggled to stay sane, he loved watching his dick turn your brains to mush. He wanted to drive you even crazier. He grabbed your neck and gently pulled you in for a hot and deep kiss. He squeezed your neck softly as the veins in his arms started to bulge out. You sped up your rocking pace moaning into his mouth. He fell back bringing you with him. He placed his other hand under your dress moved it up to reveal your tattooed ass. You had a small bear outline on your butt cheek (You are down BAD for this man), you remember coming home and showing him and he giggled and told you you didn’t need to do that.

“It’s so when we go swimming and shit people know who this ass belongs too.”

“Okay Y/N” He kissed you on your cheek and fucked you senseless that night too.

He fully gripped your ass and lifted his hand to come back down and strike your ass. You moaned more into his mouth as he did it again and again, the final strike you sat up and gripped both his shoulders as you dug your acrylics into him. Your mind was on nothing but fucking him. You started to bounce on his dick with dedication to cumming. His hand stayed around your throat, but he moved his other hand from your ass to your clit to rub circles onto. At that moment you became dick-notized, fully drunk off of the pure ecstasy he made you feel. He bucked his hips to meet your bouncing and pushed his dick even deeper into your cunt. Only whimpers falling from his lips while you had plenty to say.

“Oh, my fucking God Cubby please keep fucking me SHIT I’m about to fucking cum baby.” Tears started to sit at the edge of your eyes because the sensation was just that strong.

“Baby please cum inside me please cum with me and shoot inside me please please please” All you could do was beg at this point as you continued to ride his dick like her was your stead and you were a lone cowgirl in a western movie.

“My sweet baby have I ever told you no? Be good for me and lets cum together.” He said still choking you lightly and rubbing your clit more. Losing yourself in his touch you climax was reaching the very top of the hill.

“Cum for me beautiful, cum all over your Cubby.” Staggered yes’s is all you could say as your orgasm hit you like a truck. It felt like someone turned the faucet on and left it running. You squeezed your eyes shut and when you finally come to your senses you realized you had squirted on Jongho as he blew his load into your dripping wet core. His legs and pants now wet and all you could do is drop down on top of him, sweaty and exhausted. The room was humid and Jongho rubbed your back a few times before bushing you off to the side of him. You groaned as he moved you because his now soft rod fell out of you while the rest of your joined together cum spilled out of you. He removed his shoes and pants and pulled up his wet underwear and walked off. You couldn’t see him anymore, your eyes feeling like they weight 5 tons as you fought to stay awake. You heard the bathroom sink turn on for a minute then back off. Jongho reentered the room, and you felt the bed weigh down behind you. He reached over you, warm towel in hand and wiped around your area then wiped out the remaining cum that sat on the surface.

“Get up so you can get yourself ready and changed baby.” He said when he was done.

“Mmm”

“Y/N”

“I just wanna sleeeeep.” You shook your head no.

“Y/N at least get up to pee and change. Your dress isn’t in the best shape.”

You opened your eyes and looked down, your dress had all kinds of stains and spots from your love making. You rolled your eyes and got up. You walked to the bathroom to pee and remove the dress. You were fully naked when you came back as you bushed your hair into a quick ponytail. Unphased and use to your barbaric ways Jongho handed you an all-black dress from the dresser.

“Here put this on so we can go.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Why Y/N, what is it now.”

“Let's just stay home tonight and cuddle and watch movies. We can order food and-.”

“Alright alright put on your Pajamas and I’ll order take out.”

You raised your hands. “Yay!” you ran over and jumped on top of him.

“Clothes Y/N! Clothes”

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[jiro-kino]

❝MY LITTLE DOVE ❞

KUNIKUZUSHI ( PRE-FATUI ) + READER

contains; platonic relationship, spoilers for 3.1 ( the backstory ), takes place after the first betrayal, Reader's immortal, Reader is referred to as female

QUICK SUMMARY; Witnessing the archon leave her prototype in a domain with no explanation, you (for some reason) took pity at the prototype and decided— ain't no way you're just gonna leave after that.

The puppet stared at the house infront of him, the petals from the wisteria tree beside is flew in the air— giving the place a calming presence. The woman ( who had found him abandoned in some kind of domain ) beside him glanced at him before cutting the silence with her voice,

"Until you are capable on living on your own, you'll be staying with me"

The puppet nodded, silently thanking her with a small bow. She waved it off and gestured him to follow her inside, "For starters, let's get you something to eat. You must be hungry, no?"

As expected, the puppet shook his head no.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to try now, would it?" She asked, summoning a book with a simple finger snap and handed it to him, catching him off guard and confused.

"Go and pick whatever you want, dove. Though, go easy on the sweets if that's what you're going for"

"Uh.." The puppet wanted to decline, however- his curiosity peeked at the different dishes the book provided. He couldn't help but go through each page until he eventually stopped at—

"Chanpurū.." He muttered, reading the simple description beside the sketch drawn on the paper. He turned the book to show the woman and although his face was neutral- the shine in his eyes said otherwise.

The woman placed a finger under her chin, looking at his choice before placing her hand on her hip. "Not bad..." She whispered, smiling at the puppet and asked "What? Not into cake or something sweet?"

She almost cackled at the sight of the puppet immediately shaking his head, eyebrows slightly furrowed at her question.

"I see.. Then let's get to making, Kunimitsu" She called for him to follow yet again, but this time to the kitchen. As the puppet followed, he suddenly froze at the name, eyes slightly widening.

Was he given a name?

"Kunimitsu..?" He repeated, just to be sure.

"Yes, dove. From now on, as long as you're with me.. you'll be Kunimitsu" The woman answered, seeming to be quite proud of herself. Despite the fact it was basically just the opposite of the name Ei had given him.

Kunimitsu ( we'll be calling him Kuni ) thought about it for a moment. Letting the name repeat in his head before eventually nodding, coming to terms with it with a small smile.

"Then, what should I call you?" He asked, watching as the woman picked out the melons from the cabinets.

"Have I not introduced myself to you?" She answered with a question, an eyebrow raised. He shook his head and she mentally face palmed at herself for forgetting. Returning his small smile from earlier, she answered again "You can call me (Name), or whatever you like"

"Okay, (Name)" he tested out as he took a seat, continuing to watch. And the the woman didn't mind that, she was actually pretty relieved his curiosity isn't the kind to make him do something stupid.

MONTHS PASSED...

And the puppet had been quite helpful around the house, the woman admits. And he had been learning quite quickly too. He's now able to wander around outside on his own if he wants, and can cook his own dish ( some might need some work though but that's fine ).

(Name) couldn't help but feel proud of him. He managed to make some friends from Tatarasuna while she was buying groceries ( despite both not really needing it ). And he's quite good with kids too. Hell, the elders loved him as well.

Did she, a 'little' bit of a troublemaker, really helped this kid? She thought as she stitches the plush in her hands back together.

Her smile softens at the moment that happened earlier. Where he came to her and was saddened by the fact he ripped the plush's arm by accident while at the garden. My, he was on the verge of crying.

She chuckled as she finished the knot. Guess taking him in wasn't a bad idea after all.

"Mom, are you laughing at nothing again?" Kuni's voice broke the ice as he walked down the stairs with a sword in hand. Eyebrows furrowed as he held the weapon carefully. The woman lifted her head up from the plush after finishing, putting the needle away.

"Don't give me that look, I do it often. You should be used to it by now" (Name) answered as she handed him the plush, to which he put his sword away to hold it in his hands, feeling the newly stitched arm with his thumb.

"But isn't that a sign of insanity?" He asked, smiling a bit at the cat plush in his hands. The woman ruffled his hair with a grin,

"Dove, I can be the definition of insanity if it weren't for you" She cooed, pinching his cheek. Kuni didn't fight back, knowing she'll just pinch his other cheek if he did so and smiled.

"Now, you come back before dawn, got it? We still have to visit Mondstadt and their singing archon" The woman lets go of his cheek, fixing his attire a bit. ( Mix the wanderer's and the Balladeer's outfits and replace it with Kunikuzushi's color palette )

"Got it" He nods, grabbing his hat from the table near the door and placed the plush away in his bag.

And as he opened the door, he stopped and looked at her from over his shoulder, waving with a close eyed smile.

(Name) blinks before smiling back and waving as well,

"Stay safe"

Requests about this are open btw, I kinda ran out BAHAHAHA

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Other Woman- Part 5

New year was cold. It killed you to get up from bed or do anything that required leaving blankets. Some people might have set their fairy lights in joy of the upcoming year, but you didn't want to. You just stood there by the balcony, hugging the shawl closer, staring at the golden lights. The fresh conversations were vivid, about Christmas celebration and traditions, but you could only listen and nod, it wasn't for you to say anything when your own husband was fighting for them. Your double standards were also a fresh conversation for others. But some did understand, some friends, going from the same fate. And they made your life a little better.

You peeked down the balcony railing to see your husband in the street, making his way home. You didn't know where he was, and you didn't want to know either. Ram and you were still sleeping in different rooms, his special blanket with you. You wondered if he was left cold in the nights. You remembered when Ram used to read out stories to you, as you'd knit him hand gloves. The considerations that his actions resonated was far warmer than any blankets and fire.

The clang on the door alerted that he was home. You stepped out of the balcony, going in the kitchen to get him some warm water. From the corner of your eyes, you could see that Ram was shuffling around in your room. Maybe he needed his drawer, you shrugged. Ram was sitting on his table, doing something, when you kept the glass down on his table. He looked up, smiling. "I got an invitation" he said, handing you an envelop.

The white envelop had a little flower on it. You opened it, pulling out a blue card. It was a new year celebration party from one of your friends. You sat down on the bed, reading it. "That's nice" you muttered, placing it on table. The awkward distance between you, made you both long for each other. Naturally, you would have your arms around him, reading the card aloud. He'd pull you in his lap, and then you would ask which saree to wear. Your eyes met, an expression of grimace on both your faces. It was as if you both were thinking the same thing. You looked away, and then left the room.

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Ram quickly pulled the bill out of his drawer the next morning, when you were having your tea. "I am gonna head out for a while" he said, and left the house. He stepped in the street, the morning was warm. Hopefully it won't be cold either when you will be leaving for the party. Ram thought about yesterday evening. Will the time like that come back, when you were so free spirited and loving? Another question, far more concerning, dawned on him. Did he deserve to have the loving and carefree y/n he broke down? He was there to peel all the oranges you had, but it was necessary that you would be able to do that for yourself. Or maybe you were doing it because you weren't no more sure that your own husband would stay for you.

Ram reached the shop, rushing in. The jeweler, Sarla, he has been meeting for some days, was nowhere to be seen. She understood his situation, and decided to get a custom ring made for you. They spent hours figuring out the cut, style, color, design, browsing through books and reviews to find the perfect combination for you. The only problem was that Sarla didn't like Ram.

"You are back" she said loudly, appearing from the curtains. Ram sighed. "Here, what's the progress?" He asked, handing the bill. "Well I talked to the worker and that ring isn't possible" she said, pulling a stack of boxes out. Ram whined. "Listen, cop man, I am trying. It is not my fault the designs you think of are neither functional nor pretty" she said. Ram seethed, but knew better than to say anything. "But I do have an idea" Sarla pulled out her notepad, quickly scrolling through her design sketches. "What if you get her a thin, light blue set, with earrings, choker and a ring?" Ram's eyebrows shot up. "The custom ring is already so costly, how can I get the whole set?" he asked, peeking a look at the design. His breath hitched. The intricate design, simplicity yet the efforts, Ram imagined the set on you and he couldn't think of anything else. Sarla slid a small box towards him.

Ram hesitated before opening it. Sarla nodded, a soft smile on her face. The ring had a blue four line star with silver lines on side. It looked straight out of a fairy book and Ram knew you would love it. "It was an old design. It's way cheaper than the ring" Sarla's statement snapped Ram out of his imagination and he looked up with his big brown eyes. Ram decided to get the set, and took the ring with himself. He almost eloped from the door, pocketing the ornament in his trousers. There was a glee in his heart, finding the perfect ring for his perfect wife. Ram never got to give you an actual engagement ring- he hoped this would make up for it. For a new start. Ram didn't even got to cross the market when he saw a familiar pair of eyes calling his name. A pair of eyes he loathed to recognize. A pair of eyes that were not yours, and if he was caught, there would be no making up.

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