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After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you’re burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Word count: 17k

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.

# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.

A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️

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Second Chance Shaina Tranquilino August 4, 2024

Lena had always been an artist at heart, though the world had dulled her once-bright spark. After years of struggling in the bustling city, she decided to retreat to her grandmother's old house in the countryside. The house, now hers after her grandmother’s passing, was a creaky, nostalgic haven filled with memories of childhood summers and the warm scent of baking bread. One rainy afternoon, in a quest for something to occupy her restless mind, Lena ventured into the attic. The wooden stairs groaned under her weight, and the musty air clung to her as she entered the dimly lit space. Dust motes floated lazily in the beams of light that pierced through the small, grimy window. She had come here before, but this time felt different—this time, she was searching for something she couldn’t quite name.

Rummaging through boxes of old clothes and forgotten knick-knacks, Lena’s hand brushed against something smooth and solid. Pulling it out, she uncovered a large canvas, covered in a protective cloth. Her heart quickened as she unveiled it.

The painting was half-finished, its vibrant strokes frozen in time. It depicted a serene, sunlit forest, but one side was incomplete, the colours fading into blankness. She immediately recognized her grandmother’s style—bold, expressive, and full of life. Her grandmother, also an artist, had been Lena’s greatest inspiration, always encouraging her to find beauty in the world.

A note was tucked into the corner of the frame, yellowed with age. Lena unfolded it carefully and read the elegant, familiar script:

"My dearest Lena,

I started this painting long ago, but never found the right way to finish it. Perhaps it is meant for you. Trust your heart and let your creativity flow.

With all my love, Grandma"

Tears welled in Lena’s eyes as she held the note close. Her grandmother had always believed in her, even when Lena had lost faith in herself. The unfinished painting felt like a bridge between the past and her uncertain future, a second chance to reconnect with her passion.

Determined, Lena set up her easel and gathered her paints. The next few days were a blur of colour and emotion. As she worked, memories of her grandmother filled her mind—her gentle guidance, her laughter, and the way her eyes sparkled with joy when she created something beautiful. Lena let these memories guide her brush, blending her own style with the remnants of her grandmother’s.

Each stroke of the brush was a revelation, not just of the painting, but of herself. She poured her soul into the canvas, finding new inspiration in the process. The forest scene came alive under her hand, the once-blank side blossoming into a riot of colours and textures. She added elements from her own life—a distant mountain, a winding path, a vibrant sunset—merging her journey with her grandmother’s vision.

When she finally stepped back, Lena was breathless. The painting was complete, a harmonious blend of past and present. It was a testament to her grandmother’s legacy and her own rediscovered passion. In finishing the painting, Lena had found her way back to the joy of creation, and in doing so, had grown in ways she hadn’t thought possible.