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#I think it's the orange and white kitty I uploaded first..#mr fresh takes too long it was his turn!!
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My Missing Constant| Prologue
[Kaeya X Reader]
Content Warning(s): Grammar mistakes, minor mentions of alcohol consumption, a n g s t
Word(s): 684
[Next part: I ]
(A/N) Slowly re-making this series and coming back to the fanfic scene. I’ve made almost all the chapters so I only have to upload them slowly.
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You took a small bite out of the apple pancake you made at home, swinging your legs back and forth as the Sun’s first light hits you over the horizon. All of Mondstadt was silent apart from the small bits and pieces of noise here and there.
For example, the clanking of armor as the Favonius knights swapped shifts at the gates, or the baker just below heading in to prepare a fresh batch of food for his customers.
The dawn slowly changed to day, but you stayed up upon the wall’s edge, staring into the horizon in a trance.
“Meow.”
You looked around, trying to find where that yawn had come from until the patterned brown and white cat hopped onto the other edge of the wall. It stared at you and let out another meow as if it were calling you.
“Hello, kitty,” you giggled softly and smiled, tossing your legs over and walking towards it for a pet.
Almost as soon as you pet her, she began to lean into your touch, purring softly as she nuzzled you.
“Don’t tell anyone this, but I’m going to be leaving real soon,” you whispered, booping her nose with a bittersweet smile. “But~! I got you a gift before I left.”
You reached into your back pocket and left the little cat to wait, watching with curiosity.
“Ta-da!” You pulled out a small, hand-made mouse toy. Almost immediately, the cat tried to get it but it was too far. Laughing, you settled it down next to her and watched her play with it.
You quietly eyed the red-haired man as he slowly made his way to Angel's Share. Sometimes you wondered how he's been doing these days, but you try not to dwell on it too much. Your old memories shared with him and his brother always made you feel quite lonely in the end.
"Meeow?"
You looked down at the small kitty who has on its back with the mouse toy on its chest, staring up at you with some kind of sparkle in her eye.
"Hehe, you're so cute."
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One last gift.
You can give them one last gift before you leave, right?
“What if they think I’m weird?” You muttered to yourself, fiddling with one of the orange tips of the Calla Lily in your hand. It, along with many others, formed a small flower crown with small Cecelias you’d found. You had another with the same concept, except the Cecelias were bigger and small Lamp Grass lit it up.
You stared at the dark windowsill, hesitating from beneath. It’s been years since you’ve had a proper conversation with him. Wouldn’t it be weird to suddenly leave him a gift like this so suddenly?
You heard a long sigh sound from above, along with the click of his heels against the dark wooden floors of his quarters. Each step came closer and closer to your hiding spot, and everything in you told you to run but your feet stayed glued to the stone pathway.
The thing is though, is that it wasn’t fear that kept you there. Yes, your adrenaline was high and your heart was beating like crazy, but you were curious.
What would happen if he caught you here?
*Pop*
Would the two of your finally have a conversation?
You could hear the wine bottle he had in his hands. Gulping it down and letting go with a long, stressed sigh.
“I shouldn’t be here,” you thought to yourself, noticing the small strands of navy blue hair shining against the moon above. You pushed your hopes away. Why make up those delusions when they’ve never been fulfilled before?
You could hear him hum a tune to accompany the wind’s soft howls. Your adrenaline calmed with each second you heard him until it disappeared out of nowhere, just like the few strands of hair that was floating above.
Now was your chance.
You quickly made your way of there, leaving only a single petal of the Calla Lily flower crown in your place underneath the Cavalry Captain’s windowsill.
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Every sapphic movie, show or book I like:
(* = favorites)
Movies:
Bend It Like Beckham (lesbian/trans coded)
Black Swan
*Bodies Bodies Bodies
*Booksmart
Bottoms
Braid
But I'm A Cheerleader
Dating Amber
*Death Becomes Her (sapphic coded)
D.E.B.S
Do Revenge
*Everything Everywhere All At Once
Fear Street
Fucking Åmål
*Ginger Snaps (sapphic/queer coded)
Hearts Beat Loud
Heart Shot
*Jennifer's Body
Joy Ride (I think one of the MCs is sapphic?)
Kajillionaire
May
My Days Of Mercy
*My First Summer
Nope (Sapphic sister I think?)
Pariah
Polite Society (either a lesbian or aroace mc)
Princess Cyd
Rafiki
Rye Lane (Sapphic coded MC)
Saint Maud
Saving Face
Set It Off
*Shiva Baby
*Sissy
Sweetheart
Unpregnant
The Fallout
The Half Of It
The Handmaiden
The Incredibly True Adventure of 2 Girls In Love
*The Miseducation Of Cameron Post
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Shows:
*A League Of Their Own
Adventure Time
*A Kind Of Spark (Keedie is not hetero)
*Anne With An E (sapphic coded)
American Horror Story
*Arcane
Betty
Black Cake
Derry Girls
Degrassi
Druck (seasons 5&6)
Everything Now
Everything Sucks (problematic actor age gap)
Everything's Gonna Be Okay
Faking It
First Kill
Gap: The Series
Genera+ion
Gentleman Jack
*Good Omens
Grease: Rise Of The Pink Ladies
*Hacks
*Heartbreak High
Heartstopper
I Am Not Okay With This
Killing Eve
Little Fires Everywhere
Lucifer
Minx
Motherland Fort Salem
One Day At A Time
Our Flag Means Death
*Paper Girls
*Peacemaker
Ratched
Sex Education
She-Ra
Stranger Things
*Such Brave Girls
Swarm
Teenage Bounty Hunters
*The Boys + Gen V
The Formal (tiktok/youtube series)
*The Good Place
The Haunting Of Bly Manor
The Last Of Us
The Legend Of Korra
*The Owl House
*The Power
*The Sex Lives Of College Girls
The White Lotus
*The Wilds
Upload
Vida
Warrior Nun
We Are Lady Parts
*What We Do In The Shadows
While The Men Are Away
Wo der Egg Priority
Xo, Kitty
*Yellowjackets
Books:
Ace Of Spades
*A Dowry Of Blood
Afterlove
Black Cake
*Black Girl, Call Home
Burn Down, Rise Up
Cinderella Is Dead
Clap When You Land
Crier's War
Dear Medusa
Girls Of Paper And Fire
Hani And Ishu's Guide To Fake Dating
*Her Body And Other Parties
Honey Girl
House Of Hunger
If You Still Recognise Me
It Goes Like This
In The Dream House
In The Ravenous Dark
I Who Have Never Known Men
You're Not Supposed To Die Tonight
*Keedie + A Kind Of Spark
Last Night At The Telegraph Club
*Legendborn (Sapphic SC)
Loveless (Sapphic SCs)
Music From Another World
Nothing Burns As Bright As Her
Not My Problem
Our Wives Under The Sea
Parachutes (Sapphic SC)
Perfect On Paper
Radio Silence
Rise To The Sun
She Gets The Girl
She Drives Me Crazy
*She Who Became The Sun
Siren Queen
The Chosen And The Beautiful
The Falling In Love Montage
The Girls I've Been
The Henna Wars
The Jasmine Throne
*The Kyoshi Novels
*The Locked Tomb Series
*The Mirror Season
The Nature Of Witches
*The Priory Of The Orange Tree
The River Has Teeth
*The Unbroken
These Witches Don't Burn
Graphic Novels:
*Are You Listening
Hi-Fi Club
Jook Joint
Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me
*On A Sunbeam
*Paper Girls
*Spinning
The Avant-Guards
*The Tea Dragon Society
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(Headcanon) Super Fluff!: Benimaru, Obi, Hinawa, Karim x Reader As a Cat
What your life as a cat would be like if your owner was Benimaru, Obi, Hinawa, or Karim.
Original Request:
A/N: I made this as fluffy as I could XD Reader is a different kitten for each one. :)
Benimaru
How you met:
-He was sitting out on the patio in the backyard of the guardhouse, taking a break from filling out boring paperwork while snacking on some fresh mochi.
-He was about to take another bite when he heard something rustling in the bushes and paused to look over towards the tall wooden fence.
-He could hear something faintly meowing, as he leaned forward and squinted his eyes.
-You had wandered in from your owner’s yard, which happened to be home to the same grandma that had made him the mochi.
-That’s when he saw a small fluffy ball of half-light grey and half white fur, crawl out from underneath the bushes.
-When he called her over to take you back home, she said that her son had recently gotten you after getting married, but it turned out his wife was allergic to cats and had no choice but to look for a new owner.
-The grandma said she was simply too old and frail to take care of a cat, and had insisted that Benimaru was somehow destined to be the one to take care of you.
Random Facts:
-At first, he liked being left alone in peace and quiet when duty wasn’t calling him, and actually wasn’t too keen on keeping something that would keep nagging in his ear for attention.
-But to his surprise, you were actually a good nap buddy.
-Whenever he would lie down to get some shut eye, you would quietly circle around your spot once, before curling into a ball and cuddling up against his side or climbing onto his chest, sometimes letting out the occasional yawn before you closed your eyes and drifted off together.
-He also thinks it’s cute how you stretch out your arms and limbs after waking up, and he’ll actually ask you if you had a good nap.
-If you did: You’d meow, and he’ll pat your fur from the middle of your forehead down to your tail.
-If you didn’t: You’d let out another yawn, and he’ll tell you to go back to sleep with him.
-Both of you like it when he lets you crawl into his haori, riding shotgun to wherever he has to go next (that is kitten safe of course).
-You guys played hide-n-seek once and he got worried when he turned the entire guardhouse upside down and still couldn’t find you.
-You actually fell asleep in the laundry basket when Konro found you.
-That’s how you ended up with a little golden bell dangling from the middle of your light blue collar.
-He thinks that dried cat food is like eating dried rabbit poop (idk how he knows this), and that wet cat food smells like spoiled fish.
-So he has Konro make your daily meals with only the freshest and healthiest ingredients for his, “little princess.” (He named you “princess” but only adds the ‘little,’ when you’re both alone, because everyone else would guarantee not to let him hear the end of it if they did.)
-He likes feeding you the juicy and sweet strawberries from the center of his daifuku, to which you happily oblige.
-He likes staring at you while playing with your ears.
Obi
How you met:
-Despite how he looked, he was more of a cat person.
-He was at the local pet store to pick up more food for his pet goldfish when he saw you speeding around the other cats in a game of tag, in the little playpen the store’s owner had set up near the entrance.
-He liked how this adorable creamsicle-furred kitten was so carefree and happily playing around with its friends.
-You were like the little ball of energy he needed in his mundane bachelor life.
Random Facts:
-He likes how your brightly colored fur looks even more orange in the sunlight.
-He got you an orange colored collar to match the color of your fur and the fact that you liked the smell of oranges.
-You like it when he feeds you wedges of sweet tangerines from time to time.
-He named you “mittens” because of your fluffy white paws.
-You like sitting on his stomach or on top of the barbell when he’s working out.
-He got you your very own cat wheel so you work out with him.
-He always buys you the newest cat toys.
-You like riding on top of the Roomba when it’s vacuum day.
-You like it when he takes you to work with him because Shinra and Maki are the only ones besides Obi, that can keep up and play with you until it’s time to go home.
-You like bathing in the sunlight while he’s out on the front yard or at the beach, trying to get his tan on.
-He’s actually pretty good at skateboarding, and you like riding between his feet on the board.
-He’s trying to get you to ride with him on a surfboard, but you don’t see that happening any time soon.
-You earned the nickname “speed racer,” from the time you were running around the office and zoomed across all the desks, sending the paperwork flying all over the place.
-Both of you like it when you’re both at home sitting on the sofa and he puts on a good action movie.
-Both of you agree that the “Rush Hour” movie series, are your favorite movies to watch over and over again.
Hinawa
How you met:
-Your previous owners had turned infernals and sadly died when company seven was the ones to put them to rest.
-Hinawa rescued you from your burning home.
-You were feeling scared, lonely, and sad as Hinawa carried you out; and the way you looked up at him with your big round eyes, he couldn’t bear to give you up to the local animal shelter.
Random Facts:
-He named you “angel” because of the disaster you miraculously survived, and because of your pure white fur.
-Hinawa lets you pick your collar for the day, between either the white or pink one, both with a small metal heart hanging from the middle.
-He was patient with letting you adjust to him and your new home.
-He actually took a week off from work to spend time with you.
-You loved the smell of the delicious food he would cook both at home and at work, and had your own designated space on the counter so you could watch.
-He would place your homemade cat-friendly food in the pretty dishes he had bought for you.
-He would always say that, “taste is half the battle, the other half is presentation.”
-You like crawling under his hats and walking around with them.
-You like crawling around his paperwork and keyboard when he looks like he could use a break.
-He sighed at first, but found it cute how you walked into the stamp pad filled with black ink, and left your paw prints all over the place.
-He likes uploading photos onto the company website, of just you, or with small random objects on your head.
-Both of you like it when you nap on his lap while he’s reading manga at home or at a manga café that allows pets.
-If they don’t, he’ll try to sneak in with you under his hat, claiming it’s a hat that happens to look like a cat is sleeping under it.
Karim
How you met:
-His neighbor’s cat had given birth, and he went there with the intention of only dropping off some blankets he no longer needed.
-He kneeled down to spread them out onto the ground, when a new born kitten with fur that looked like a caramel mocha latte, shakily crawled towards him with its eyes still closed.
-“Aww, I think she likes you.” Karim wasn’t the best with animals, completely disagreeing with the owner’s statement; when you decided to crawl onto his lap, and meowed so preciously.
-He sat like an ice sculpture not knowing what to do, when the owner scooped you up in her hands and showed Karim how to hold you.
-When you licked his face and purred as he held you, he was in kitty love.
Random Facts:
-He took FOREVER trying to come up with your name.
-The old man that was in charge of engraving a pet’s name on their collar at the pet store, said it was confusing if Karim kept repeating the same name on the collar, and because 20 letters would no way fit.
-He finally settled on “brownie,” because of the color of your furred patches.
-He bought you a grayish-blue collar because it matched the color of his hair, and added a little sparkly star accessory to your collar.
-He asked the veterinarian almost a 100 questions because he had no idea of how to take care of a cat.
-He isn’t as nervous as a wreck as he was before with taking care of you.
-After a few years, you were just the right size to crawl from one of his shoulders to the other, and settled on sitting on his head.
-He could watch you run around his room all day.
-Both of you like it when he lets you lie down on his pillow, as you curl into the crook of his neck, and he turns on some soft music for you.
-Though he can’t feed you chocolate like your namesake, he’ll feed you frozen berries and thinks it’s cute how some of the juice from the berries got on parts of your white fur; making you look like a “berried kitty berry.”
-Captain Burns has a big soft spot for you, and likes to play with you when he should be working.
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the skeld - a miraculous x among us AU
Marinette- pink, a flower circlet. A fashionista with a hamster ball because she loves hamsters and fashion…
Adrien- lime, kitty cat ears. Channeling his inner Chat Noir…
Alya- orange, dum sticker. Reporter extraordinaire! Dum sticker is courtesy of the lovely Marinette!
Nino- blue, headphones. He's just chilling...
Chloe- yellow, crown. *ahem ahem*, Queen Bee!
Sabrina- white, bunny ears. *sigh* I know that the outfit looks weird, but I tried my best! She looks pretty innocent though...
Kagami- red, sword in head. Fencing, ahaha, am I right?
Luka- cyan, mohawk. He looks awesome. Just awesome. Has some inner rockstar in him :)
Lila- brown, long weird funky hair. Hehe my friend and I couldn’t resist doing this!
Felix- black, top hat. Dark, and mysterious, perfect…
PROLOGUE
Life on The Skeld was rough. The stress of running a spaceship and doing tasks, based on a small tablet with the rules and instructions, was piling on top of the ten high school students. Some of them were friends, while others were enemies. Unfortunately, the fights couldn’t be prevented. Luka hated that Marinette chose Adrien. Alya hated that she couldn't blog what was going on. Nino hated that his headphones wouldn’t work. Chloe hated not being in the comfort of her daddy’s hotel. Kagami hated that Adrien was so caught up with Marinette, that he wouldn’t even practice fencing with her. Felix hated that his parents probably wouldn’t worry about him. Sabrina hated that she left her lucky pin - the one Chloe gave her - with her father, back in Paris. Adrien hated that Felix had to be one of the unlucky ten on the ship. Marinette hated not being in the bakery; her home. And Lila hated that she was all alone on the spaceship - even Chloe the brat had a friend! Unfortunately, as the days went on, things got worse, and worse. It was impossible to run a spaceship - where there were normally over 50 staff members! Little did Marinette know that on the 13th day, misfortune would strike once again.
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“Body in Storage. I repeat, body in Storage.” Felix reported. An emergency meeting was held straight away.
“Oh no! Sabrina!” Marinette gasped.
“What?!?! Someone killed my friend! This is ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloe snapped.
“Friend? I thought she was your servant, Chloe,” Alya smirked.
“Um, well, well she’s both!” Chloe’s face went red.
“Wait, a second, Sabrina’s dead?” Nino asked.
“Yes. Found her body in Storage. Didn’t see anyone.” Felix stated.
“Hold up. Our fellow crewmates are dying? Do you guys know what this means?” Alya nervously asked.
“Alya, what’s happening?” Adrien asked.
“There is someone, on this ship, who wants to take over.”
There is an impostor among us.
Marinette was the first to leave the table. She had to swipe her ID card, so she headed to Admin. Beep! Perfect. It only took one swipe. She noticed that someone else had come into Admin.
“Well hello there, Princess. Fancy seeing you here.” Adrien grinned.
Marinette tried not to crack a smile, but Adrien’s smile was adorable. She remembered Alya’s warning. There is an impostor among us. Be careful. Trust no one. She had said ‘Trust no one’, but come on! This was Adrien! Dorky, funny, and adorable Adrien! She really didn’t think he could kill someone.
Adrien carefully studied Marinette. Yes, his girlfriend had her game face on. She was probably determining the chances of him being the killer. “Marinette,” he looked into her eyes, and grabbed her hands, interlocking them with his, “I promise you, I’m not the impostor. I’d never kill anyone.”
Marinette showed a tiny smile. Adrien was telling the truth. She could see it in his eyes. “Alright, kitty. How about we stick together and protect each other?”
Her boyfriend grinned. “Yes! We could be secret agents! Hmmm, we need code names. Umm, oh, I’ll be Chat Noir. Yeah, Chat Noir. The Black Cat.”
Marinette laughed. “Well, if you're a black cat, I’ll be Ladybug. I mean, good luck is the opposite of bad luck, right?”
If it was possible, Adrien’s grin grew even more. “Woah, we’ll be two parts of a whole!” He raised his eyebrows, up and down. “And that fits us pretty well, right?”
Marinette blushed, but smiled. “Yes, Chaton. It fits us pretty well.”
Chloe thought this situation was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous! Sabrina was dead, so she didn’t know how to do her tasks! Ugh, where were her tasks anyway? She pulled up her tablet, which contained her tasks.
“Fix wires in Electrical. Where am I supposed to find Electrical?” She blurted out furiously.
She thought about the times before Sabrina was killed.
Flashback:
”Oh, you have a task in Electrical? No worries, Chloe! I can show you how to get there!” Sabrina joyously exclaimed.
Chloe tried to bite back her smile, but couldn’t help it. She was too happy to have a real friend on the spaceship.
Sabrina led her to Electrical. “Hey, Chloe, do you need help with your task?” Chloe was furiously messing with her distributor.
“I don’t know how to do this thing!” She yelled furiously.
“Oh Chloe, it’s alright. I can show you how. So what you want to do is calibrate it. Match the pointy part to the…
Chloe blinked twice, snapping herself out of the flashback. She needed to finish her tasks. She needed to. Sure, she had no friends left, but she had to do it. For Sabrina. Filled with a new burst of determination, she pulled up the map on her tablet. She found herself, a yellow crewmate, in Cafeteria. She also located Electrical. “Okay, so if I go down into Storage, then make a right, Electrical will be on the left. Got it.” Chloe took a breath in, and started her journey.
But as soon as she arrived in Electrical, she noticed something wrong. There, standing in the doorway, was Felix, holding a bloody knife. She saw Kagami’s bloody body behind him. Felix’s eyes widened when he saw Chloe, but relaxed.
“Felix? You’re the killer?” Chloe was too surprised to move.
Felix smirked. “No, I’m not the killer. You are.” He took his megaphone from his backpack, and raised it into the air. Chloe looked at him with a murderous gaze. “You wouldn’t dare…”
“Oh, I would. Body in Electrical. I repeat, body in Electrical.” Everyone around the ship headed to Cafeteria.
“Another body. Felix, see anything?” Marinette asked.
“Oh, Felix saw something, alright! I just saw Felix coming out of Electrical, where Kagami’s body is! It’s a self report!” Chloe yelled.
“Quite the opposite, actually. Marinette, to answer your question, I did indeed see something. Chloe ran into Electrical while Kagami and I were doing tasks, and sliced Kagami. I luckily saw her run away.” Felix calmly stated.
Marinette narrowed her eyes at both of them. “Felix and Chloe, what was your reason for going to Electrical?”
“Well, I had to download some important information regarding the electrical supply. I was going to upload it to the Admin HQ after.” Felix answered.
“Well, I was there to do a task.” Chloe bluntly stated.
Marinette got a bit annoyed. “What task, Chloe?”
Chloe froze. What task, what task, what task? “Oh, um, ah, I forgot.”
Marinette looked at her suspiciously. “How do you forget which task you have?”
“Well, before, Sabrina always helped me with my tasks,” Chloe looked at her nervously.
“Well, sorry Chloe, but Sabrina’s dead.” Nino said.
“Yeah, that sounds suspicious. I’m voting Chloe.” Alya stated.
“So am I, as I saw her do it.” Felix aimed a smirk at Chloe. Chloe glared at him.
“No please, you have to believe me. Please!” She desperately looked at Marinette. “Please, Marinette. If there’s an impostor, they would’ve killed Sabrina too. You know I’d never kill Sabrina!” Now here, Marinette was confused. All of the evidence pointed to Chloe, but this confused her. She knew how much Sabrina meant to Chloe…
“Lies. I saw her do it. I caught her in the act. The impostor is indeed Chloe.” Felix stated, once again. He was sure Chloe wouldn’t be able to escape his plan.
Chloe didn’t care about what Felix said. She just focused on Marinette. “Please, Marinette. If you don’t believe me, vote Felix out first. Then vote for me. I just don’t want to let anyone else get killed.”
Marinette thought that the idea was fair. “Alright. I will be voting Felix.” She glanced at Felix, who was stunned. He was sure his plan would work!
Alya and Felix were the ones who voted for Chloe, while the others voted out Felix. Adrien and Luka grabbed Felix by the arms and led him to Marinette, who opened the airlock that led to space. The three of them launched Felix outside, and watched his body shrivel up, floating in space.
Felix was ejected.
Chloe gulped. She knew it was her turn now.
Marinette called another emergency meeting.
The rest of the crewmates turned to Chloe. “I’m sorry Chloe, but this is the only way to make sure one of you was the killer.” Marinette looked at her, apologizing with her eyes.
“It’s alright. I had this idea. At least no one will be murdered anymore.” Taking a deep breath in, she waved her hand. “Bye, everyone. It was fun working with you,” She turned around, ready to be launched into space.
“Chloe, it was fun working with you too. You’re so brave. You’re sacrificing yourself in order to protect your fellow crewmates. It’s an honor to call you my friend.” Marinette smiled at her.
Chloe gasped, but a tear of joy slid down her face. “Thank you, Marinette. I’ll never forget you.”
When she was blasted into space, there was only one thought in her mind. And it was. She was a ghost now. She glided through walls, frantically looking for Sabrina. Suddenly, she saw a pale, white-colored ghost sobbing.
“Sabrina?” Chloe whispered.
The pale ghost jumped up, but then studied Chloe.
“Chloe? Is that really you?” Sabrina asked. Chloe nodded. The two ghosts, yellow and white, ran to each other, but then realised that they couldn’t give each other hugs.
“Oh Sabrina, I missed you so much!” Chloe sobbed out.
Sabrina looked at her happily. “I did too. I hated that I couldn’t talk to you. But I’ve always been there. I followed you, wherever you went.”
“You did? Oh Sabrina, I’m so happy to see you again,” A fresh new wave of tears ran down Chloe’s face.
“I am too. But don’t ever worry, Chloe. I’ll always be with you. In here.” Sabrina gestured to Chloe’s heart.
Chloe looked at her friend. Perhaps death wasn’t that bad. She was reunited with her friend. Her friend.
Marinette blinked back tears. From the moment she arrived on the spaceship, she always thought Chloe was a brat. But no. She was wrong. Chloe was kind, so brave. Marinette would always remember Chloe. She picked up the crown that Chloe always wore, and placed it in the center of the meeting table. “She died a hero. She died protecting others. For that, we should honor her spirit.” There was a moment of silence.
Alya spoke up after a minute. “Okay, so now we are sure to have the killer out. Right?”
Marinette wiped the tears coming out of her eyes. “Yes, there should be no murders. Crewmates, continue on with your tasks.” Everyone shuffled out of Cafeteria, but Adrien stayed behind.
“I’m sorry about Chloe, Princess. But we had to. To protect the others, we needed to do it.”
Marinette looked at him. “I know, kitty. But I can’t help but be mad at myself for not realizing how kind Chloe was back then.” She looked at him wearily. “I’ve known her for years, and I’ve always thought she was snobby. But her spirit lives on, in the spaceship.”
Adrien cracked a smile at her. “Well, to cheer you up, how about we go on a task date?”
Marinette laughed at him. “Sure, kitty-cat. Let’s head to Weapons. I want to make sure there aren’t any asteroids that might hit our ship.”
The couple headed to Weapons, but as soon as they arrived, the lights went out. “Hey, that’s not good. No one has access to the lights except me,” Marinette suspiciously looked around, but she couldn’t see anything. “Adrien, Adrien where are you?” She reached her hand out.
“I’m here, Marinette,” Her hand touched another hand, and she immediately clasped it.
“We have to get to Electrical to fix the lights, Adrien.” Marinetet whispered.
“Okay, let’s go,” Adrien responded. They took baby steps, making sure there wasn’t anyone else around. They reached Electrical, and Marinette stepped to the lights panel. She flicked the switches until they all were light green. The lights started to come back on, one by one.
“Okay, that problem is fixed. Any idea why it happened?” Adrien asked Marinette, clearly able to see her now. He headed to the back of Electrical.
“No, I have no idea, unless-” She was interrupted by Adrien’s gasp. She ran to the back, and saw a bloody sight.
Standing on Alya’s body was Lila, whose back was turned around. When Lila heard Adrien’s gasp, she turned around.
“Oh, hi guys! Do you want to hear about the time I helped astronauts from Polus-” but she stopped when she noticed the dead body at her feet. She looked up at Marinette and Adrien, who had wide eyes. “Oh, guys, I swear, it’s not what it looks like-”
“Body in Electrical. I repeat, “Body in Electrical.” Marinette reported, glaring at Lila. Marinette and Adrien escorted Lila to Cafeteria. Couple seconds later, Nino showed up, and then Luka did.
“What?! Alya’s dead?! Oh god whoever killed her…” Nino looked at the ground with sad eyes, trying to hold back tears.
“Oh Nino, we’ll get justice for you. Because the killer is, drumroll please,” Adrien grinned, but Marinette shot him a death glare. “Lila.”
Nino gasped when he heard that. “Lila? How?”
“She was standing on Alya’s body. I’m really sorry, Nino,” Marinette went to comfort Nino, giving him a bear hug.
“No! I didn’t kill her! I was just trying to do my wires! I swear! It wasn’t me!” But no one believed Lila. When the time came, Adrien and Luka picked her up and launched her into space. Marinette watched Lila’s body shrivel up with a grim expression. Adrien put an arm around Marinette’s shoulders.
“I can’t believe Alya’s dead. My best friend,” She was still in shock.
“Hey, Princess. We got them all justice, right? Felix and Lila were the killers, so all of them got justice.” Little did the couple know that the ghosts were actually yelling at their stupidity, but they couldn't blame them. Lila was a liar, so the real impostor framing her was a genius idea.
Suddenly, the reactor meltdown alarm went off. Marinette’s eyes widened. No, this wasn’t good, not good at all. It meant that there was still an impostor among them. But who?
Marinette and Adrien ran to Reactor, one going up, other going down, to scan their hands to stop the meltdown. Luka and Nino weren’t in sight.
“Oh god, Adrien. We need to call an emergency meeting. We have to!” Marinette raced to Cafeteria, Adrien following her in hot pursuit. Marinette slammed the red button, and the emergency meeting siren was sounded throughout the ship. In a couple seconds, Luka showed up from Admin, but Nino was not in sight. 2 minutes passed, 5 minutes passed, 7 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed. Nino never showed up.
There was a sinking feeling that occurred in Marinette’s stomach. Nino was dead. That meant… it meant that Luka was the killer. Luka was the impostor among them all.
Adrien looked at her, and she looked at him. They slowly looked at Luka, who tried to look as innocent as possible.
“Well, Adrien, you tried. But you got caught,” Luka tried to frame Adrien.
Adrien glared at Luka. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yep. Well, Marinette,” Adrien didn’t like how Luka said his girlfriend’s name, “who do you think it is?”
Marinette looked at Luka with eyes that said, ‘Do you think I’m dumb?’. “Oh! Well, me and Adrien were on a task date,” Adrien smirked at Luka, who rolled his eyes, “sooo the only person who could have killed would be, hm, oh yeah! You!”
Luka fake gasped. “What? Why are you accusing me!? You’re probably helping Adrien…”
“This is so dumb. Princess, can we just launch him out?” Adrien was getting mad at Luka.
“Yeah, okay, we can.”
Adrien and Marinette tried to escort Luka to the airway, but Luka elbowed Adrien in the chest and grabbed Marinette’s hand. Adrien slammed into the window, groaning. Marinette thought he was unconscious. “Oh no, we’re launching you, Adrien.” Luka smiled.
“Adrien! No!” Marinette yelled.
Luka looked at Marinette. “Oh, sweet melody. I’ve always loved you. And now, you shall love me!” he laughed evilly. Marinette was still shocked that Luka killed so many innocent people.
“I can’t believe that this is the real you, Luka. I never would’ve guessed. I actually thought you were kind!” Marinette felt the tears burning her eyes. If Luka managed to launch Adrien, it was over. ‘Deep breaths, Marinette. You’ve got this. Just make a plan,’ she told herself.
Luka was only grabbing her arm, so her feet were pretty movable. She calculated the distance from her foot to Luka’s chest, then calculated how far away Adrien was. She'd have to hurt Luka pretty bad if she wanted her plan to work. On the count of three, she hurled her foot and it perfectly hit Luka’s chest. Luka fell onto the floor, groaning, but he made no sign of getting up. Marinette wasted no time of sprinting to Adrien, who was finally conscious. She helped him up.
“Okay, Adrien. We need to get Luka outside. We have to! Otherwise…”
“Don’t worry, Princess. I think we can do it.” Adrien answered.
They picked him up, and dragged him to the airlock. Marinette pressed her ID to the key lock, and the airlock opened. Using the last remaining strength that either of them had, they both pushed Luka out of the airlock.
“Did it work?” Adrien asked, out of breath.
Luka was ejected.
“It did. It worked!” Marinette threw her arms around Adrien. Adrien returned the gesture. They both started crying, as the loss of their friends finally sank in.
Alya, Marinette’s first friend on the spaceship. She welcomed Marinette, showed her how to do most of her tasks. Marinette would always be thankful for Alya’s love and help.
Nino, Adrien’s first friend. Adrien had a toxic life before coming to the spaceship, but Nino made him laugh everyday, whether it was funny turtle memes, or just being himself. Adrien would always be thankful for Nino’s love and help.
Kagami. Even if Kagami had a crush on Adrien at some point in time, she was still a very good friend of Marinette and Adrien. If someone criticized Marinette’s decision, for example if she wanted to build a new reactor, Kagami would always be there to back her up. Adrien and Marinette would always be thankful for Kagami’s love and help.
Sabrina. Sabrina was their latest recruit, but she’d been so helpful, whether it be setting up the tables for dinner, or cleaning the Cafeteria. Marinette, Adrien, and the whole crew would be thankful for Sabrina’s help.
Lila. Well, Lila was a liar, but there were some noble moments. She helped explain to Adrien how the trash chute worked. She waited to watch people’s medscan. Even if she was mean sometimes, she truly was a pretty good person.
Finally, Chloe. Chloe was mean to Marinette in the beginning, but that was just out of jealousy. She was jealous of how many friends Marinette had. She was jealous of Marinette’s position. But even if she was mean, she was kind at the end. She sacrificed herself in order to protect others. She was brave, so brave, and Marinette was guilty for not seeing it until the end. But as the golden crown sits in the middle of the meeting table, all the ghosts, who used to be crewmates on the ship, remain on the ship. Their spirit lives on.
The couple sat down on the nearest sofa, exhausted from their blood filled day.
“Marinette, do you think our friends are still with us?” Adrien asked.
“Of course they are. They will always be with us, in here.” Marinette gestured to her heart.
The couple gazed out at the starry night of the galaxy, wishing for a better day of the Skeld.
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📎Word Count: 1.9k
📎Warning/s: smut, angst, unreciprocated feelings. (r-18! please don’t read if you’re not 18+)
📎A/N: requested by anon. this is a re-upload since the first version was a fuckin’ mess I can’t fix. Look past that and enjoy :)
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📎Part Two: Parasitism
Soft, angelic moans can be heard from Bucky’s messy room, the moonlight penetrating the hardwood floors of the rented home. Quiet groans and muffled moans are all that they can muster up at 3:09 in the morning, the street below them is not aware of the molding of the bodies that is happening just mere four floors above them. Life goes on for the people downstairs.
As Y/N licks up a wet stripe on the underside of Bucky’s thick cock, he can’t help but to roll his eyes towards his head and sigh deeply, “shit. Yeah, just like that.” A rough groan was pulled through his throat when he felt her nails gently scraping against his right thigh, he has always wondered what her hands felt like outside the bedroom.
Y/N continued her actions on Bucky, his soft moans encouraging her to go even deeper down his length. Her right hand running up and down his thigh, lightly touching since she knew that will make him twitch and leak in her warm mouth. Y/N watches Bucky intently while she’s bobbing up and down his shaft, she watches how his nose crunches up with surprise when she uses little teeth on him, and she absolutely loves it when he tries not to moan as she massages his sack.
Bucky taps her jaw as he felt his lower stomach tightening, he badly wants to finish in her. He wants to hear the obscure, wet sounds coming from her as he continues to fuck her into the mattress. “Stop, baby. I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” His stormy eyes soft over her fucked-out features; swollen lips, half-lidded eyes, messy hair. She looks like 3 AM but he looks at her like he’s watching a sunset.
“You love it,” Y/N parted her lips as she brings Bucky’s hands on her face, kissing each knuckle. She was still clothed, wearing her black cotton bra and underwear, at least, all the while Bucky sat in front of her in his unabashed glory. Vulnerability, whether or not physically, comes with a price for her, and she’s rather not paying.
“I know, I know. I just wanna make tonight last.” His heart swells when he catches her smiling, it was a small smile. A polite one. The kind that you reserve for people you don’t really know.
“Good luck with that.” Y/N retorts. She didn’t give Bucky a chance to say his own sassy response, she immediately plants her painted lips on Bucky. Bucky shifted onto a more inviting position as Y/N moves herself to sit on his lap. For a moment, the only sound in the room is their heavy breaths and the soft squeak of the mattress as Y/N grinds on Bucky’s hardened cock.
Bucky reciprocates her hungry kisses with soft ones. Patient. Loving. Warm. “Why don’t we keep it slow tonight, baby? Huh? Keep it slow.” He said in between kisses, his hands roaming around her body, memorizing every soft curve and natural bumps.
“I want you,” Y/N stops kissing Bucky and coddled his stubbly, tired, handsome face in her hands, “to fuck me.”
Bucky gives her what she wants. She knows that he can’t say no to her, at least in bed as much as she knew of. Y/N and Bucky’s relationship isn’t exactly a Nicholas Sparks novel, it’s mutualism, they both benefit from one another. She’s satiated and he’s relieved, their adventures in the sheets always end in the morning, to continue when one of them needs a companion through the dark night.
Bucky gives her what she wants. She’s a panting mess under him, her eyes wild as her mouth chants his name like a litany. Her pussy clenching as he thrust into her, over and over and over. The skin-on-skin contact, hurried moans, and Bucky’s name are the sounds of their early morn. Overcast clouds have blocked the sun’s early rays as the sky painted itself light to dark.
More, more, more.
Fuck, Bucky. Yes, like that.
I’m coming.
Bucky gives her what she wants. Y/N has been spent, her pussy glistening with his come in the early morning and Bucky’s ridiculous string lights. Her chest heaves, regulating her breaths, coming down from the high Bucky gave her moments earlier, but she knows he’s not done yet. Not until she’s on his face, gripping his mane and screaming in pure bliss until her throat is raw.
Bucky gives her what she wants. His eyes search for any hesitation as he pulls her close to him, “you okay?” His voice laced with lust and sleep, always sincere. She just nods, her eyes brimming up with passion.
“Always.” Y/N says.
She’s always okay when she has her weight upon Bucky’s face, grinding and pushing her sex down to his sinful mouth, he doesn’t mind his own taste when it’s dripping from her. He doesn’t mind the sting on his scalp when she pulls his hair when he hits the right spot. Again and again and again, until she’s all spent and heavenly above him.
She doesn’t mind the burning sensation on her inner thighs from Bucky’s stubble. She loves it, in fact. It’s her only physical reminder of what transpired while she was at Bucky’s.
The dawn breaks into a cloudy morning, the orange-tinged the sky like how orange juice tainted the white carpet. It was ugly for her, she’s not made for the mornings. She was made for the nights; dark, cold, and buzzing neon lights. But to him, she was a whole day, from when the birds sing their songs to the farewell beep of a friend’s car.
Y/N never stays once the sun shines through his blinds, but it was overcast today and he had hope.
She started to pick up her discarded clothes from his hardwood floor when he spoke up, “stay. It might rain today.”
“No, that’s okay.” Y/N said as she put on her panties, setting them on her hips. “I’m gonna use your shower, that okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” Bucky said as he laid on his unmade bed, the upper half of his naked body resting on his headboard while the other half is draped with his sheets. He looks outside, there’s no blinding sun in sight.
“Are you sure? The clouds look pretty heavy and-” Bucky’s speech was interrupted by her request to get a towel. Of course, Bucky gives her what she wants.
Bucky sets the towel upon the sink, he tries not to look through the frosted glass where he can make out your naked body. He had seen her naked a thousand times before and earlier but he feels ashamed to intrude on a private moment.
“I see you looking.” Y/N’s voice is playful behind the glass, he can hear the warm water pelting off of her and onto the cold tiles.
“Sorry, just wanted to give you the towel.” He smiled sheepishly as if she could see him.
“It’s okay. Thank you.” Y/N said as she continues to wash herself using his soap. If she were to be honest, she likes the coconut and shea butter shampoo he had, the peppermint face scrub, and the vanilla body soap. It smells like him, like home. But she keeps using the generic smelling soap.
Freshly washed skin and dampened hair, she looks like morning now. Gone are the dark eyeliner and the deep crimson lipstick that painted both of them. She’s wearing the black wrap dress from the night before, glad that she bought an extra pair of underwear to go home to provide modesty as if she didn’t have sex on an empty opera balcony once.
She fucking hates that word. Modesty. She can fuck around all she wants and still have herself intact. Fuck modesty.
Y/N saw the used sheets on the corner of his room but Bucky is nowhere to be found, she wanted to help him with making the bed they just fucked on. She wanted to help him wash off her evidence from a crime she didn’t commit.
She wanted to stay in the morning while the sun shines but she can’t.
She doesn’t want to.
Bucky eases himself back to his room and sees Y/N in the dress from the night before, with her bag on her shoulders, holding her shoes. He can’t help but smile when he sees the cat socks on her feet, “kitty cat.” He says.
“What?” Y/N knits her eyebrows in thought until she realizes what he meant by ‘kitty cat’.
“Your socks. I like ‘em.” Bucky pointed at her socked feet in amusement. He wants to see this part of her, the part of her moon that likes cat socks and white sneakers.
“Thanks, they were on sale.” Y/N tucks a damp stray hair behind her pierced ear, she wasn’t familiar with the feeling of seeing Bucky’s bedroom in daylight. “It’s getting light out, I better get going.”
“Right, yeah.” Bucky leads her out of the bedroom like she hasn’t done that a million times in the dark. She always leaves just before the sun breaks over the horizon, her presence only known with a sticky note stuck to his bedside table. But their adventures ran late last night, and hence why she left with the sun in her eyes.
Y/N takes a polite sip of coffee before she looks at her wrist adorning a small watch, “I really have to go.” She said.
“No worries, Y/N. It’s alright. Stay safe.” Bucky said as he takes a gulp of the scalding coffee. Ignoring the feeling of imminent loneliness at the back of his throat down to his chest. He brushes off the feeling of heat creeping up his face as he looks at the woman leaving, gently shutting his front door close.
She rarely says his name outside of sex, does it taste bitter when I’m not in you? Bucky mulls over that thought over the second cup of coffee. Does my name bite your tongue when I’m not fucking you into the mattress? When I’m not on my knees, ravaging your pussy like a man starving? When I’m twitching and coming around your velvet channel, do you not think of what my name feels like outside of this bedroom? What my name feels like when you call me on a sunny afternoon because you’re bored and you miss me?
Bucky desperately wants to call out her name, when she’s not on her knees, sinfully putting her tongue down his shaft. He wants to call out her name in playful frustration when she’s being annoying over something normal. He wants to call out her name in a loving manner when she’s upset over something stupid he did.
Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her outside, in the sunshine, buying flowers and holding a cup of coffee on her other hand.
Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her smile sweetly to the elderly lady passing them on the street on the way to a matinée where he fucks her in an empty balcony.
Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her curse out a creep for hitting on an obviously underage girl. She went to the girl afterward, asking if she was okay. Her humanity blooms in her soul sometimes, she just wouldn’t show him.
Bucky knows that he’s not the one to unravel the universe beneath her body, for she can only traverse that depth. Bucky knows that he’s not worthy of seeing her naked soul, for she only lets him touch. Bucky knows that he can’t open her heart, for she never lets him in deeper.
Bucky knows that he’s not the one that she stays over after the morning breaks.
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Warning/s: smut, angst, unreciprocated feelings. (r-18! please don’t read if you’re not 18+)
A/N: requested by anon.
this is a re-upload since the first version was a fuckin’ mess I can’t fix. Look past that and enjoy :)
i rly hope this time it works
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Soft, angelic moans can be heard from Bucky’s messy room, the moonlight penetrating the hardwood floors of the rented home. Quiet groans and muffled moans are all that they can muster up at 3:09 in the morning, the street below them is not aware of the molding of the bodies that is happening just mere four floors above them. Life goes on for the people downstairs.
As Y/N licks up a wet stripe on the underside of Bucky’s thick cock, he can’t help but to roll his eyes towards his head and sigh deeply, “shit. Yeah, just like that.” A rough groan was pulled through his throat when he felt her nails gently scraping against his right thigh, he has always wondered what her hands felt like outside the bedroom.
Y/N continued her actions on Bucky, his soft moans encouraging her to go even deeper down his length. Her right hand running up and down his thigh, lightly touching since she knew that will make him twitch and leak in her warm mouth. Y/N watches Bucky intently while she’s bobbing up and down his shaft, she watches how his nose crunches up with surprise when she uses little teeth on him, and she absolutely loves it when he tries not to moan as she massages his sack.
Bucky taps her jaw as he felt his lower stomach tightening, he badly wants to finish in her. He wants to hear the obscure, wet sounds coming from her as he continues to fuck her into the mattress. “Stop, baby. I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” His stormy eyes soft over her fucked-out features; swollen lips, half-lidded eyes, messy hair. She looks like 3 AM but he looks at her like he’s watching a sunset.
“You love it,” Y/N parted her lips as she brings Bucky’s hands on her face, kissing each knuckle. She was still clothed, wearing her black cotton bra and underwear, at least, all the while Bucky sat in front of her in his unabashed glory. Vulnerability, whether or not physically, comes with a price for her, and she’s rather not paying.
“I know, I know. I just wanna make tonight last.” His heart swells when he catches her smiling, it was a small smile. A polite one. The kind that you reserve for people you don’t really know.
“Good luck with that.” Y/N retorts. She didn’t give Bucky a chance to say his own sassy response, she immediately plants her painted lips on Bucky. Bucky shifted onto a more inviting position as Y/N moves herself to sit on his lap. For a moment, the only sound in the room is their heavy breaths and the soft squeak of the mattress as Y/N grinds on Bucky’s hardened cock.
Bucky reciprocates her hungry kisses with soft ones. Patient. Loving. Warm. “Why don’t we keep it slow tonight, baby? Huh? Keep it slow.” He said in between kisses, his hands roaming around her body, memorizing every soft curve and natural bumps.
“I want you,” Y/N stops kissing Bucky and coddled his stubbly, tired, handsome face in her hands, “to fuck me.”
Bucky gives her what she wants. She knows that he can’t say no to her, at least in bed as much as she knew of. Y/N and Bucky’s relationship isn’t exactly a Nicholas Sparks novel, it’s mutualism, they both benefit from one another. She’s satiated and he’s relieved, their adventures in the sheets always end in the morning, to continue when one of them needs a companion through the dark night.
Bucky gives her what she wants. She’s a panting mess under him, her eyes wild as her mouth chants his name like a litany. Her pussy clenching as he thrust into her, over and over and over. The skin-on-skin contact, hurried moans, and Bucky’s name are the sounds of their early morn. Overcast clouds have blocked the sun’s early rays as the sky painted itself light to dark.
More, more, more.
Fuck, Bucky. Yes, like that.
I’m coming.
Bucky gives her what she wants. Y/N has been spent, her pussy glistening with his come in the early morning and Bucky’s ridiculous string lights. Her chest heaves, regulating her breaths, coming down from the high Bucky gave her moments earlier, but she knows he’s not done yet. Not until she’s on his face, gripping his mane and screaming in pure bliss until her throat is raw.
Bucky gives her what she wants. His eyes search for any hesitation as he pulls her close to him, “you okay?” His voice laced with lust and sleep, always sincere. She just nods, her eyes brimming up with passion.
“Always.” Y/N says.
She’s always okay when she has her weight upon Bucky’s face, grinding and pushing her sex down to his sinful mouth, he doesn’t mind his own taste when it’s dripping from her. He doesn’t mind the sting on his scalp when she pulls his hair when he hits the right spot. Again and again and again, until she’s all spent and heavenly above him.
She doesn’t mind the burning sensation on her inner thighs from Bucky’s stubble. She loves it, in fact. It’s her only physical reminder of what transpired while she was at Bucky’s.
The dawn breaks into a cloudy morning, the orange-tinged the sky like how orange juice tainted the white carpet. It was ugly for her, she’s not made for the mornings. She was made for the nights; dark, cold, and buzzing neon lights. But to him, she was a whole day, from when the birds sing their songs to the farewell beep of a friend’s car.
Y/N never stays once the sun shines through his blinds, but it was overcast today and he had hope.
She started to pick up her discarded clothes from his hardwood floor when he spoke up, “stay. It might rain today.”
“No, that’s okay.” Y/N said as she put on her panties, setting them on her hips. “I’m gonna use your shower, that okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” Bucky said as he laid on his unmade bed, the upper half of his naked body resting on his headboard while the other half is draped with his sheets. He looks outside, there’s no blinding sun in sight.
“Are you sure? The clouds look pretty heavy and-” Bucky’s speech was interrupted by her request to get a towel. Of course, Bucky gives her what she wants.
Bucky sets the towel upon the sink, he tries not to look through the frosted glass where he can make out your naked body. He had seen her naked a thousand times before and earlier but he feels ashamed to intrude on a private moment.
“I see you looking.” Y/N’s voice is playful behind the glass, he can hear the warm water pelting off of her and onto the cold tiles.
“Sorry, just wanted to give you the towel.” He smiled sheepishly as if she could see him.
“It’s okay. Thank you.” Y/N said as she continues to wash herself using his soap. If she were to be honest, she likes the coconut and shea butter shampoo he had, the peppermint face scrub, and the vanilla body soap. It smells like him, like home. But she keeps using the generic smelling soap.
Freshly washed skin and dampened hair, she looks like morning now. Gone are the dark eyeliner and the deep crimson lipstick that painted both of them. She’s wearing the black wrap dress from the night before, glad that she bought an extra pair of underwear to go home to provide modesty as if she didn’t have sex on an empty opera balcony once.
She fucking hates that word. Modesty. She can fuck around all she wants and still have herself intact. Fuck modesty.
Y/N saw the used sheets on the corner of his room but Bucky is nowhere to be found, she wanted to help him with making the bed they just fucked on. She wanted to help him wash off her evidence from a crime she didn’t commit.
She wanted to stay in the morning while the sun shines but she can’t.
She doesn’t want to.
Bucky eases himself back to his room and sees Y/N in the dress from the night before, with her bag on her shoulders, holding her shoes. He can’t help but smile when he sees the cat socks on her feet, “kitty cat.” He says.
“What?” Y/N knits her eyebrows in thought until she realizes what he meant by ‘kitty cat’.
“Your socks. I like ‘em.” Bucky pointed at her socked feet in amusement. He wants to see this part of her, the part of her moon that likes cat socks and white sneakers.
“Thanks, they were on sale.” Y/N tucks a damp stray hair behind her pierced ear, she wasn’t familiar with the feeling of seeing Bucky’s bedroom in daylight. “It’s getting light out, I better get going.”
“Right, yeah.” Bucky leads her out of the bedroom like she hasn’t done that a million times in the dark. She always leaves just before the sun breaks over the horizon, her presence only known with a sticky note stuck to his bedside table. But their adventures ran late last night, and hence why she left with the sun in her eyes.
Y/N takes a polite sip of coffee before she looks at her wrist adorning a small watch, “I really have to go.” She said.
“No worries, Y/N. It’s alright. Stay safe.” Bucky said as he takes a gulp of the scalding coffee. Ignoring the feeling of imminent loneliness at the back of his throat down to his chest. He brushes off the feeling of heat creeping up his face as he looks at the woman leaving, gently shutting his front door close.
She rarely says his name outside of sex, does it taste bitter when I’m not in you? Bucky mulls over that thought over the second cup of coffee. Does my name bite your tongue when I’m not fucking you into the mattress? When I’m not on my knees, ravaging your pussy like a man starving? When I’m twitching and coming around your velvet channel, do you not think of what my name feels like outside of this bedroom? What my name feels like when you call me on a sunny afternoon because you’re bored and you miss me?
Bucky desperately wants to call out her name, when she’s not on her knees, sinfully putting her tongue down his shaft. He wants to call out her name in playful frustration when she’s being annoying over something normal. He wants to call out her name in a loving manner when she’s upset over something stupid he did.
Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her outside, in the sunshine, buying flowers and holding a cup of coffee on her other hand.
Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her smile sweetly to the elderly lady passing them on the street on the way to a matinée where he fucks her in an empty balcony.
Bucky didn’t realize that he fell deeply into her, not until he saw her curse out a creep for hitting on an obviously underage girl. She went to the girl afterward, asking if she was okay. Her humanity blooms in her soul sometimes, she just wouldn’t show him.
Bucky knows that he’s not the one to unravel the universe beneath her body, for she can only traverse that depth. Bucky knows that he’s not worthy of seeing her naked soul, for she only lets him touch. Bucky knows that he can’t open her heart, for she never lets him in deeper.
Bucky knows that he’s not the one that she stays over after the morning breaks.
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Oh look, another kitty made with alcohol markers
I had one more idea I really wanted to do something with after my Spoopy Kitty and Pumpkitten Spice Latte; I couldn't shake the strong blue sky imagery I had briefly while working on the first one, and it also felt kind of right to do a white cat, after having done both a black and orange one. (Going by that logic though I still have classic tabby, gray, tuxedo, calico...the list goes on...to do, but we'll see how that turns out for me if I get that far with it )
And this time I also had a whole new selection of Copic marker colors to play with, since if you haven't heard here's you're PSA now from me: Right now all the Hobby Lobby stores are working on downsizing their Copic marker stock and have been putting a whole bunch on clearance for $1.99 each! I heard about this from a couple of the art groups I'm a member of on Facebook, and apparently the stores are doing it pretty whenever they get around to it, so I'd keep an eye on your local one if you can! Naturally, this meant I got to my local one as soon as I could and stocked up as best I could without breaking the bank or coming home with a bunch of duplicates. (I made a tiny color chart to bring with me and everything people )
I almost immediately fell in love with this one, B69 "Stratospheric Blue," and even if it's not a terribly common color to use, it just might be my favorite Copic color I've tried.
That combined with me being me and just itching to use my new toys, I whipped up what I hope reads clearly, especially taking the title into consideration: A cat taking place of the moon as she stretches atop a fence.
Originally I had the idea of the cat loafing on the fence and her tail hanging down to be the moon for a hole in the fence exposing the sky behind it, and I may come back to that idea at some point, but after doing some more mini/thumbnail sketches, I decided I liked this version, where the cat is stretching so that her tail more naturally becomes the shape of the moon, a little bit better.
If you can't tell, I also really liked the idea of having unfinished background edges for this one
I also challenged myself to only use the new markers I'd gotten instead of pulling from every which way like I did on the last two, and so the colors for the fence may not be the best choices I had at my disposal, but I think it still turned out pretty okay. (Despite I got a wee bit carried away with some of the shading on it and I'm not convinced I managed to save it, but hey you can't shade perfectly every time )
But I am so very pleased with how the colors for the kitty herself came out! That BV000 was pretty much the perfect color to shade the white within this instance, and I did use a little C0 to make sure it was blended out nicely.
In all honesty, this one was the simplest of the three kitties to do, from start to finish. The sketching didn't take long, even including the extra thumbnails, and then the lines didn't take very long since the cat is relatively small and there were no lines for the sky. The longest part of coloring was the fence, mostly because I had to fix that shading issue I mentioned. And then after everything was colored, I just had to take some time to go in with my colorless blender and some white gel pens to drop the stars in to sell the night sky imagery.
Which is actually great because I wanted/needed something simpler and quick-ish to fill out my upload schedule while I work on some things behind that scenes that I either just can't post, or can't post yet for various reasons. (I mean I don't have to upload as regularly as I do, but I've been doing pretty good lately and I'd hate to lose the momentum I've got going, y'know?)
So this was something nice, that looks polished, that didn't take too much time to do, and I'm really pleased with how it turned out
I've got a few things and ideas for what's coming up, it's mostly just a matter of what strikes my fancy and what I have time to work with. Although I do need to do some particular practicing for Inktober, since it's coming up very quickly around the corner...
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§ Foggy Night Encounter
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Genre: non-idol!au, vampire!au, fluff, female reader
A/N: Hi~ This is like a sneak peak of the new ff series that I’m thinking of starting. I really think that this image suits Taeyeon a lot, hope you like it.
Please let me know if you like it and I’ll start uploading more of this one~ ^^
It was already midnight as I was walking down the avenue. My best friend birthday party just ended so I was already returning home. "Omg.. it’s so dark..it’s kinda scary though.. Y/n you better run." - I said to myself as I started to walk faster. Suddenly, it started to rain, strongly. - "Damn it!"- I cursed as I ran to the nearest balcony to shelter myself from the rain, it was and old building I’ve never seen before. "It doesn’t seem to be stopping any soon.."- I sight, closing my coat completely- "It’s so cold now..." I was there for quite a while, waiting for the rain to at least stop a little, I was quite near home already.
With my nose red as a tomato from the freezing temperature, my beanie and big scarf on, almost covering my all face, mist coming out from my mouth as I blew softly to my hands from time to time to keep them warm, that’s when I saw a woman approaching my direction.. She was walking quickly under the rain, completely covered by her dark long coat, I only could tell she was a woman because of her elegant heels and her petite figure. When she reached where I was, under the balcony, she took her cowl off exposing her face.
White as snow skin, plump glowing lips, long dark hair and light brown almost orange eyes.. She’s was too beautiful to be real.. I just stared at her as if I was spellbound, my heart pounding crazily when our eyes finally meet.. "Good evening~" – she said looking at me from head to toes. "Good evening, miss.." - I greeted her. Then the silence invaded the atmosphere.. It was awkward.. I was trying hard to think about a topic to talk with her.
"Are you.. lost? Do you know where you are? - her soft voice broke the silence as she looked at me with a strange face expression. "...I’m ok, when the rain decreases, I’ll just leave.. I live near by.. - I was shocked by her question. Does it look like I’m lost? I thought to myself. "Mm.. I see, but there is a problem in here though." - she said with a more serious voice. "What.. is it miss?" - I asked confused. She just keep quite as she walked closer and closer to me, not breaking the eye contact- "I don’t think the rain is going to let you go anytime soon.."- a grin appeared on her face.
She stopped in front of me, just a foot away and pulled my scarf down, reveling my face to her. She reminded in silence as she looked at me, it was as she was scanning me.. Her action surprised me at first.. also her hands were frozen.. "You see.. this Miss right here thought.. that you were going to be uglier from what I saw from afar.. but girl, you’ve got a face~" - she commented as she stepped back a little. I looked at her speechless.. She’s so rude I thought.. "Sorry tho, I didn’t meant it in a bad way.. I was just surprised that you look exacly like a porcelain doll.. as cute and frail as one."- she said with a soft smile, reveling all her pearly white teeth. I was freaking out, she is so pretty when she smiles.. and just now she was complementing me? Omg.. I don’t know what to do.. How can an ugly potato like me get a compliment from a mesmerizing girl like her..? My poor heart can’t take this situation properly...
I shyly thanked her as I covered my face again with my scarf, trying to hide my blushing cheeks. The rain suddenly stopped, that’s the moment Y/n, before it rains again. "Well, if you excuse me Miss.." – I bowed and turned around ready to leave quickly, but I felt a small pair of hands around my hips, making me just gasped and freeze. "Excuse me.. but can I ask for your name?"- she asked as she slowly let me go. "I’m Y/n.."- I answered quite surprised by the force her small body had. She smiled widely- "I’m Taeyeon, but you can call me Tae if you want~"
Her soft voice made echos in my head and gave me goosebumps going down my spine, the air around us became lighter than before. So her name is Tae.. it match her, a cute name for a cute girl.. "Well.. bye Tae.."- I waved at her with a shy smile. "Take care Y/n~ See you soon~"- she shouted from behind, making me turn to give her another smile. I keep walking and when I was about to turn the corner I heard her saying something.
"And don’t walk this late at nights.."- she laughed- "You never know who or what you can meet this late.. something could happen to you.. "- I heart her giggle- "Someone could bit you, Y/n~" I turned around again to say goodbye, but when I looked where she was before.. now there was anyone or anything in there. She wasn’t there, neither the old building..
"What the actual f*ck?!"- I said out loud. What the hell.. the building was.. what? Did I walk too fast and already left it behind or what? I keep walking confused, turning around from time to time checking the streets. I finally got home and my little babygirl greeted me as always. "Hi sweety~"- I said to Mimi and she purred and scrubbed her body into my leg. "How’s my lil kitty? Did you miss me a lot?"- I petted her as I smiled, then Tae’s face came to my mind.
"She was stunning.. but I don’t think I might meet her again though.."- Mimi purred again asking for some more petting. "Well.. Let’s go to bed, it’s already late baby.."
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It’s been a while since I spammed kitty photos, so here’s some of the boys! I don’t think I’ve actually uploaded any of Bizkit!
White and orange is Limp Bizkit! He’s just over a year old, super cuddly, and ZOOMS with just three legs. He’s very adept at annoying big bro Grif.
Grif, all orange, is getting close to hitting Old Man years (he’s 7 now). His favorite spot during the holidays is under my mini tree, even when there’s no room lmao.
I actually adopted Bizkit kinda on a whim last fall after I came back from youma. I felt bad that Grif was all alone for four days and wanted to get him a buddy. I actually wanted a cat closer in age but my local shelter didn’t have a cat over 3 but they had Bizkit- who was born without a fourth leg. Disabled cats don’t get adopted as often and the moment I saw him, I knew he was the one. I couldn’t bear to let him go now, especially since Grif was also shelter adopted. Grif was abandoned as a barely three month old kitten outside a shelter in December and the day I came to the shelter to find a cat after Aya passed (rip my baby) was the first day he was actually eligble to adopt. I’ve had him ever since. 💖
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John T Mainer 28840: Happy Faction War to all, lets have a good fight.
I climbed the last of the steps to my Redeemer using the hand holds on the chest vents. Its a bitch coming down because the Redeemer is a steam powered machine for its internal suspension, so you can get burned bad if you forget to armour up before dismounts after a rough battle, but the Redeemer isn't from around here. It is a Metaverse machine, from the alternate dimension those lunatics from Xeon and Unification tore open when they decided their civil war couldn't die with their worlds. The poor innocents in the Metaverse didn't know a lot that we do now, we had to teach them about the Clans, and the way free warriors could stand together against the nations, and keep war from spilling into the cities and turning them into abattoirs filled with civilian dead who had neither stake nor vote in their fate, and had no reason to die for it. In return, the silly bastards taught us it was possible to build bigger than 100 tons, my Redeemer stands a proud 105, and Ramba Ral's Penner stands a brooding 110. Time marches on, progress they tell me, but the old ways are still best for some things.
"Berserker Actual this is Slaughter 6, Contact" Jim Faust was calling on the Berserkers strategic channel, we were not grouped in our clans, or he would be standing with his Slaugherhouse 5 against what came, and be ground to pieces. He would be running his local tactical net for the scouts he was running for the Berserkers, and I had Darren, Christine, Rob, and others already coming on line as they heard the Contact call. Each of them commanded a battle group in the Berserkers, each of them a skilled and proven Clan leader in their own right. I had a dozen officers on line right now that could take command and run the battle that would develop like seasoned professionals; that was the strength of a Faction, the depth of talent not just in fighters, but in command. I was going to use it.
"Slaughter 6, break it down, what are we facing?" I had the tac feed from his machine, that told me what he was facing directly. He had a dozen Reindeer, some of those crazy orange abortions and blue Vupa Walkers that no sane manufacturer knew how to make on his screen trying to punch through his scouts. They were screening something, and sensors couldn't tell you what, just a tonnage range from seismic sensors and a rough energy signature that told you not a lot, save that it was making the warbook go schizophrenic as it changed like the best EW known to man, or insane AI in the case of I AM on Vupa 6, could do. Jim was a pro, he had seen it all, a true leader makes the tough call based on instincts won by surviving based on trusting instincts and committing before your computers had enough to react on. Faction War gave me enough leaders I could let the man on the scene make the call because he could see enough to guess, and the rest of us could trust it enough to commit like it was our own guess.
"I read it as Elves boss, call it a minimum Legion strength"
Well bite my Yule Log, it was true. Santa Clause was coming to town.
Orders snapped out almost without thinking.
"Don, Mariea, Holy Damn, Werewolf on me. Move to the gap at Epsilon 89, echelon right, refuse flank, pivot on me. We are NOT going to stop them, we are going to turn them, let them push us against the Lesser Ural Mountains. We make them take the long way to the gate. Rob, Sten, Caitlyn, get in your Novums and Axebots and get into those hills, I don't want Santa getting any scouts up there to let him know we don't have the Faction behind us, or he will pin and slaughter us, not punch through and break for the gate. Christine, set up a secondary blocking position at Delta 5, not too strong, let him punch through your center, just harass and slow."
A legion of Elves, 1200 plus of Santa's little helpers, each one cranking top rated cannons, forests of Xmas trees haunting the flanks with Tandem Bomb wide forking missiles to sweep both scouts and mines from their path, and those damned Reindeer scouts with their crazy antler EW suites that jammed higher communication once they closed. Let them get in close and higher level command became impossible. In a normal fight, that meant disaster, as troops couldn't respond to changes without orders. In a good Faction, you had clan level commanders scattered with their command teams throughout the formation, and local command devolved onto someone who was not only up to the job, but used to it. We couldn't stop them force on force, but we could stop their mission. It was not about machines in the end, not about niodes or glory, it was about trusting people, and getting the most out of them.
"Berserker Actual to Banzai 6, join me on discrete" I was calling Darren Jackson from Myth and Legends Team Banzai to play our trump card and shut down Santa for the moment.
"Go for Banzai 6," Darren's voice was tired and half awake, and the panting in the background told me he was racing to his machine as we spoke. Even right from the rack, true professionals were ready for combat.
"Banzai 6, has the Good Doctor worked his usual magic, he thought he might be able to reconstruct that signal that Artemis Molly scrubbed from her Vizi when she got jumped on that courier run for the Craftsmen by the Kanabo Crushers" Doctor Banzai thought he knew what it was. He understood gate codes better than Drocha did, and was less likely to destroy the universe with it by playing around, and he thought he saw a Crafstman override in that code. If he got it, we might be able to stop Santa from breaking through.
"Berserker Actual, Doctor Banzai says it will work, Perfect Tommy says it will just blow up, but New Jersey says the math looks solid, and it will hold for at least a week, two at the outside" That was Team Banzai for you, mad bad and dangerous to bystanders, but I was a Bunny myself and not over prone to fear or good sense.
"Banzai 6, screen the gate until Doctor B says he's uploaded the code, then let yourself get pushed off it. Just try to get a trailer on them when they pull back, we need to find out where Santa is staging out of, we need to get the Factions together to stamp him out, or its going to be a White Christmas when his mecha stomp our burned out ashes into the snow. Get me his vector, and maybe this was worth it" Dying to buy time is a soldiers job too often, living to buy information is a professionals job. We were about to see if we were good enough to do it.
The reactors in my Redeemer were shunting power to my amplifiers, my cannons would be running about 130% at base, with about a one in two chance of both x2 and x3 amplification, an outside shot at more, I was more happy with the one in three chance of an outright critical kill, as if the fat man was there himself, nothing less than a critical kill would take him down. I have seen him take a 12000 point shot to the beard and cut the firing mecha in half with enough left over to shut down both his wingmen and blast the mecha behind right off its legs. Against him, you were better off praying for lucky than good, he was just too much, well everything.
Paladin was the name of my Redeemer, a tarnished knight with bunny ears was the logo. That was me, not the strongest by far, there were whole clans of 400 level niode monsters who could brush me aside, there were even people at lower level who had so much power in their lineup that they could stand off my best attacks, match my top lines mecha for mecha, then cut through the back half of my machines like tissue paper because they were top line machines, weapons and gear front to back, and I was, well, not. Paladin's didn't fight the safe fights, didn't ask for a chance at victory, they raised their banners to defend the weak and damned be any that stood against them (also most who followed them, but hey if you wanted safe, become an accountant, not a mecha jock).
Werewolf howled, and Holy Damn screamed curses of binaric machine cant. Not what you would call rational, but at least as good of a contact report as I needed. I translated for those who hadn't twigged in already.
"Shields on full, weapons hot, here they come!" I screamed as I put my massive ceramite shield in front of me. Sandwiched layers of Ferro/crystaline armour powered by a shield net that disrupted energy weapons and scrambled incoming missile active targeting systems, it wasn't just a big block of armour to hide behind and shoot, but it was also a big block of armour to hide behind and shoot, because Paladin had over twice the precision of his dodge, because he was here to kill not to survive. Survival was secondary to mission, so if I wanted to get out of this alive, I had best get tot he shooting.
A howling mob of missiles arched in before the mecha crested the saddle pass, but my shield caused them to thunder in well short or howl past harmlessly. I read the seismic sensors and plotted the vector of the incoming and fired my Juggernaut as the first signal should reach the crest. I watched as it caught one of the Elves right at the pointy cap line and slammed the tall machine to the ground as its cockpit soared overhead to land in the rank behind, crashing into another machine at the left shoulder joint, I let my burst wander over the same machine with the last few of that casset before it spat from my gun. The second line wasn't so perfect anymore.
Seig Zeon my Penner fired next, his cannons were deadlier than mine, and his Elf split in half, showering its neighbors with bits of dead elf. They got their own back though as a spider like leg soaring overhead indicated the loss of signal from Ugly MOFO wasn't jamming, someone had turned the spider like fire-support mecha into a nice holiday fire, along with the Predator drones I was counting on getting some kills with. That seemed to fire up Rover, my big golden kitty, as the 110 ton brute let fly his rage from his Okha flamers bathed the whole hillside in wide forking hellfire.
It didn't stop them. I felt the hit on my shield as an Elf physically rammed me. I set my heel and pushed back, then rammed my gun against his pointy head and Decimated his brainpan with some depleted uranium through the cranium.
There was a shattering explosion and the turret from Rover, my wing Cyberdon knocked my cannon arm out of line. His killer stepped close.
“He was dressed all in flames, from his head to his foot,
And his armour was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of guns he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an army with a city to sack.
His shields -- how they twinkled! his gunsights how merry!
His capacitors were like roses, his lasing crystals like a cherry!
His EW emitters were all powered with a glow,
And my displays all dissolved in meaningless snow;
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I was pretty much dead;”
The Tinsel EMP shorted my control systems through my implant, but the tinsel bridged the breakers and wouldn’t let the surge suppressors and emergency cut outs break the link, so I fell screaming with Paladin, the AI and I joined as the mecha spasmed apart, its electrical and powers systems shorting through the hull, the steam of its suspension systems blasted through the cockpit and unconsciousness kept me from the rest of the experience.
When I came to, the icons on my rebooting display told it all. My command was crushed, Santa and the horde were pressing Christine in the final blocking position. She was singing.
“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Eating all the gum drops he can see
Stop, Kookaburra! Stop, Kookaburra!
Leave some there for me”
That is a bad sign, she only sings the Kookaburra song when she gets a chance to stick somebody with her Vorpal Sword. She was supposed to let them push her forces out of the way, not let it turn into a slugging match we couldn’t win. I opened her display to see her Guardian (Mama Bunny) kick an Elf off her Vorpal sword, and bring her shield in line against Santa himself. It didn’t help. He frosted her from head to foot with a Proton Blade, the ice shattering the superconductive coils in her weapons, the magnetic repulsion powering her joints, and sending microfactures through her engine amplifier shield emitters. Emergency shunts screamed as they ejected her fusion core out the back blast plates as her machine gutted itself to prevent pilot and AI death.
I saw Darren withdrawing Team Banzai from the gate and punched through direct.
“Did we do it?”
Dr Banzai himself replied. “Berserker Actual, the code recovered from Artemis Molly is holding, the gates in this sector have been reprogramed to Single Rainbow lock. No one is getting mecha out of here more than a handful at a time. Evil Santa won’t be going anywhere for between one to two weeks.”
Evil Santa’s reaction was Claus for alarm:
“He continued to slay, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he strode from the fight,
BACK AT CHRISTMAS FOR YOU ALL , AND WE’LL FINISH THIS FIGHT!”
John T Mainer 28840
Happy Faction War to all, lets have a good fight.
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