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prettyinlimegreenboots · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Holly, Jolly Tidings - Day 10

Disclaimers: I watched “Dash & Lily” the other day on Netflix. This story is LOOSELY based on that book and Netflix series. I do not own “Dash and Lily” or Newsies or anything recognizable within the series. There are occasional curse words throughout the series, nothing too horrible but there’s some.

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Sunday, December 22

As she walked out of her apartment in the early afternoon, she was met by a grinning Spot. Her eyes widened seeing him leaning against the steps of the apartment building. “Hi Spot! What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you twice in a week?”

“Thought you could join me as I walk to work.” He pushed himself into a standing position, giving her a look, adjusting his bag, becking her to join him. “Jack sent me.”

Her eyes brightened. “And Jack’s sending me to the hospital today?”

“I guess.” Spot shrugged, a grin tugging at his lips. “He said that I was to deliver you to the hospital, give you the notebook, and you’d figure out the rest.”

Hitching her bag higher up on her shoulder, she matched his stride. “Okay then. How have you been, Spottie? Ready for Christmas?”

“Gotta work Christmas afternoon but that’ll be alright. Race and I will do our gift exchange on Christmas Eve and we’ll be at Medda’s Christmas morning with the crew.” He grinned. “Are you all ready? Will you and Jack be at Medda’s?”

Shrugging, she avoided the patch of slushy snow by hopping over it, causing Spot to laugh. “We’re doing Christmas Eve with his family. I’m sure we’ll be at Medda’s at some point. Have to finish wrapping a few presents but I’m ready.”

“In the Christmas spirit?” Spot looked over at her, watching her face for any signs she would be lying to him.

Smiling softly, she quickly nodded. “I am. Jack’s helped with pulling all of this together.”

“Good. Then his hairbrain plan actually worked.”

Laughing, she shook her head. “Glad you approve.”

“It keeps him busy and from moping away the days in my apartment.” Spot grinned. “It’s a good project for him . . .”

Stopping at the light, waiting to cross the street, Kat gave him a look. “So you know what he’s doing?”

“I know more than Race knows because Race can’t keep his mouth shut.” Spot smirked. “But you’re not going to get anything out of me. Jack won’t hesitate to kill me if I tell you anything.”

She grinned, looking at the ground. “He loves you too much to kill you.”

“Oh, he may be my husband’s best friend and by extension, mine too but he won��t hesitate to kill me.” Spot’s eyes were wide with fear, though Katherine couldn’t tell if it was real or not.

As they neared the hospital, Spot pulled her to the side, reaching into his bag. “This is for you. You’ll need to go to the fifth floor after you read today’s entry.”

“Am I looking for something in particular?” Kat accepted the notebook, looking up at Spot.

He shook his head. “It’s all explained in there. I have to go or I’ll be late. I might see you later.”

“Thank you Spot.” She grinned, giving him a hug. “Have a great day.”

He chuckled. “You as well, Kat.”

She watched him jog into the hospital, leaving her in his haste. She followed him into the hospital, seeing the coffee shop to the right of her. She found a bench, opening the notebook to the correct entry.

Hi Kat,

Happy 10th day of Christmas, love. I know the hospital is the last place you’d think you’d go for your holiday adventures but there’s two reasons I had you go there. For the first, you’ll need to go up to the fifth floor and find Maggie. She’ll be your guide for the first part.

She’s waiting for you - so get going!

Closing the book, she tucked away in her bag, she headed to the elevator, punching the up button. She tapped her toes, waiting for the doors to open, following several other people onto the elevator, pushing herself against the back of the box. She watched the number rise, before they stopped at floor 5. Excusing herself, she found herself outside of the elevator in a seemingly empty hallway.

Hearing commotion, she headed in that direction. She saw two nurses standing in the middle of the hallway talking to one another. The one pointed at her, as the other looked over her shoulder, grinning. She quickly said goodbye to the other nurse before making her way to where she stood. “Hi Kat.”

Margaret Anne Kelly, also known as Maggie, was Jack’s younger sister by 18 months. They were thick as thieves and on most days, best friends. Over the years Jack and Kat had been dating, she had grown really close to the younger girl. “Hi Maggie. So you’re in on this too, huh?”

“Can’t say no to my older brother is more like it.” She grinned. “So how much do you know?”

Kat shrugged. “All I know is that you’re supposed to be my guide for this first part. Jack didn’t give me anymore than that.”

“Come on then.” She grinned, twirling on her toes, heading down the hallway. Kat walked quickly, trying to match her stride. “So Jack told me a little bit about what’s going on.”

Kat grinned. “It’s amazing that none of this got back to me with all the people he’s told.”

“Because he threatened to hurt us all if we spoke a lick of it to you.” Maggie grinned. “There’s a lot of elements that you probably don’t even realize in play right now. Jack is pretty lucky that all the pieces fell into place.”

Kat tilted her head. “Just how many people are involved with this?”

“Too many to name, besides, we have places to go and people to see.” She said, turning down another hallway. “Do you have all your Christmas shopping done?”

Nodding, she looked at her. “I do, actually. Just have to finish wrapping it. You?”

“Brendan and I are all done and it’s all wrapped and put under the tree.” She grinned, speaking of her husband. Brendan and Maggie had been married for six months. Jack at first didn’t like Brendan, as he was a male that was interested in his sister but soon relaxed and is really good friends with Maggie’s husband. “Jack mentioned that you’ll be with us for Christmas Eve.”

“Yea, your mom and Jack invited me over due to my family being scattered for the holidays.” Kat grinned as Maggie gently rolled her eyes.

“It should be a good time. Brenden and I have to go to his parents house on Christmas morning but we’ll be at mom and dad’s Christmas Eve.” Maggie grinned while Kat laughed.

Maggie came to a sudden stop, pulling Kat to her side. “So this is what Jack wants me to show you.”

In front of her was a bright and color mural, a hot air balloon on it’s journey upward with lots of children standing below it. There were various shapes as balloons, in bright colors, pulling the basket upward. The sky was a bright blue and the grass was a bright green. Her eyes were drawn to a red head amongst all the children.

Kat tore her eyes from the stunning art to look at Maggie. “I don’t understand.”

Maggie grinned. “Jack was commissioned to paint this. He worked with a lot of kids to get their input. It's to show the hope of children getting better, and as a reminder, on those tough days, that while we may lose some, we help a lot more.”

Her eyes drifted to the painting once more. “When was this done?”

“He’s been working on it for the last three months or so.” Maggie smiled softly. “We just had a ribbon cutting for it last week - I was surprised that you didn’t attend.”

Kat shook her head, frowning. “I didn’t know. He never told me.”

“I’m sorry Kat.” Maggie bit her lip, much like her older brother did when he didn’t know what to say. “I’m sure there’s a reason Jack didn’t tell you.”

She pushed a smile to her face. “I’m sure you’re right.”

“I’ve got something for you. Should we head back to the nurse’s desk?” Maggie suggested, giving the older girl a look.

Kat followed behind Maggie as they made their way back to the elevators and the nurse’s desk. Kat’s mind was elsewhere, as many questions swirled around her brain that when Maggie came to a sudden stop, she had to stop herself from plowing into the nurse.

She watched as Maggie leaned over the desk, grabbing something before looking at Kat. “Don’t be too hard on my brother. I’m sure he’s got his reasoning for what he did. But this is for you.”

Handing Kat the box, Maggie smiled. “He mentioned that he wants you to read the notebook before opening that.”

Giving Maggie a hug, Kat promised she wouldn’t be too hard on Jack. Waving goodbye to her, she made a quick escape to the elevator, heading back down to the main lobby. She took a seat at the same bench as before. Grabbing the notebook, she cracked it back open, her eyes scanning the paper.

So you know about the mural and me not telling you about the ribbon cutting. I’m sorry for not telling you but I actually had it planned for you to see it on this adventure and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I’m sorry if you think I didn’t want you there . . .and that’s further from the truth. It took everything in me not to tell you about the mural and what I was doing.

So, there’s a backstory about the mural that no one but me and now you, knows. I used friends and family as the beginning sketches of the mural. But as I got painting, I wanted to represent all of the kids that step foot onto the fifth floor, the cancer wing. If you look close, you are in amongst the children as the redhead - had to put in the middle of it somehow. So you, Katherine Plumber are enshrined in the Children’s Hospital forever and ever.

She paused in her reading, wiping the tears away that had gathered at her eyes. She took a deep breath, calming her heart before continuing to read.

So the second reason I brought you to the hospital is a story I think you know. I spent a Christmas up on the fifth floor, before it became the cancer wing. I had a really bad case of pneumonia when I was 7 and ended up spending 11 days in the hospital, all of which fell between Christmas and New Years. It sucked, to be honest. But I had a nurse that was really sweet and tried to spend a lot of time with me when I was in there - part of the reason Maggie became a nurse. Which is also why I spend a lot of time volunteering at the hospital, especially around the holidays. It sucks to be away from your family, no matter the time of the year, but especially at the holidays. I wanted to show you a little piece of me and why I’m there so often. Maybe next time you can join me?

Picking up her pen, she wrote a quick note in the book before flipping the page and continuing to read Jack’s scrawl.

Maggie was supposed to give you a box . . . please tell me she remembered?

If she didn’t, go get it from her . . . I’ll wait.

Okay, so we’ve been down this path a few times now so you know that it’s your surprise. But the meaning behind it is special - go ahead and open it.

Tearing off the paper, she tucked it away in her bag before opening up the box. Inside, nestled in the cotton was a silver star with a green emerald in the middle of it.

So it’s a star - I could be really cheesy and say that you’re the star of my universe. But I won’t go down that path.

Stars often mean divine guidance and protection. You’ve been a great protector to me - you’ve protected my heart for the last 5 years. You’ve helped guide me and shape me into, hopefully, a man that’s worthy of standing by your side. So this star is symbolizing all of that and you’re the star of my universe.

I love you, Katherine Plumber.

Jack

She giggled, shaking her head at her boyfriend. He was more than worthy to stand by her side, as he had proven time and time again over the last 5 years. She just hoped she was just as worthy to stand by his side.

Closing the notebook, she looked up, scanning the lobby. Her eyes narrowed, watching a figure slowly sipping his coffee as he looked at her. Catching his eye, she watched him as he came closer to her. “Told ya I would see you later on.”

“You said you might see me.” She stood, looking over at Spot with a smirk on her face. “Hanging out in the lobby waiting for me?”

“Well you need to give the notebook to someone.” He said, shrugging his shoulders, taking another sip of his drink. “Hand it over pretty girl.”

Digging the notebook out of her bag, she gave it to him. “Jack’s definitely keeping me on my toes. Usually I have to hide it somewhere or he’s here to grab it.”

Spot shrugged. “He’s tied up at the moment or else he would be here.”

“Is that a hint or something?” Her eyes went wide as Spot quickly shook his head.

“No, nope, nopety no hint from me.” He continued to shake his head, looking at Kat with wide eyes.

A grin stretched across her face. “Uh huh . . . like I’m supposed to believe that. So if he’s not here, where is he?”

“He’s indisposed and unable to make it here.” Spot shrugged, nonchalantly taking another sip of his drink.

Putting her finger in her nose, she looked at one of her best friends. “Something fishy is going on here and I intend to find out what it is.”

“Nothing fishy at all.” Spot looked her dead in the eyes. “Turn off your reporter feelers and just go enjoy your afternoon.”

Kat nodded, giving him one last look. “Alright, since you’ve been so kind and great in this whole thing. I won’t push it . . . yet.”

He quickly gave her a hug, kissing the side of her head. “Have a good afternoon Kat. I’ll see you when I see you.”

She laughed, shaking her head before walking out of the hospital, into the cold. Spot watched her leave, before pulling out his cell phone, sending off a text. She’s starting to put on her reporter hat

All will be revealed in two days. What did you tell her?

Spot shook his head, sighing. Told her you were tied up today and couldn’t be here.

Thanks Spot! And thanks for the heads up!

Spot shook his head, hoping Jack could pull everything together in the upcoming days and she would soon figure it all out.

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eyoricka · 5 years

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fluffy ABC Theseus

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

He loved your eyes. the color of them was so beautiful to him and was certainly the first thing he noticed when he saw you. he loved the sparkles in them when you laughed, smile or had an idea in your mind. They would bright with mischief sometimes and even if he knew that it meant troubles he adored it. he could literally read your soul through your eyes and that was probably why he loved them so much.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

Theseus wanted a huge family, he was so excited at the idea of kids running all around the house. he wished to have girls because he grew up in a world of men, he only had a brother and, in his work, there were mostly men so he would adore to have little princesses. But he also wanted to have boys because he knew that he would love to have a strong bound with them.

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Theseus was a hugger so he just loved to cuddle, he would find any excuse to cuddle with you and that could be funny. He would be so cute when he pouted because you didn’t have time to embrace him or broke the embrace rapidly. Sometime when you were cooking or else, he would wrap his arms round you and hugged you tightly. Then he would kiss your neck and you would turn yourself to bury yourself in his chest. you would remain there a while until you had to break the embrace because the food was burning or else… Even if he was a protective man, Theseus was the little spoon. He liked to feel your small body protecting him.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

Since he was working a lot you practically never went on date during the week. However he would keep his Sundays just for you. sometime you would stay home cuddling while reading and telling each other work gossips, some other time you would go to a café or during summer apparat on the Brighton beach. Nonetheless when he wanted to surprise he would take you on a date during the week and he would apparat you somewhere in the United Kingdom to stargaze and eat a pick nick.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

You are my Lumos because you are the one who guide him through the dark time, you are like his lighthouse. He would always ask to be by his sides when he was stressed or sad or when he was living bad moments like he would cast a Lumos in a dull house to remind himself that he was safe.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

Theseus certainly realized it during his last year at Hogwarts. Anytime the professors would ask him to imagine his future he couldn’t help but include you. He imagined you as his trusting girlfriend, the one he would recount his day as auror, the one who would encourage him to follow that dangerous path… However you were already dating someone else and he just thought that it was a teen illusion of what love is and when he would end Hogwarts he would forget you. the thing is he didn’t, even months after the graduation you were still haunting his mind. He was trying to convince himself that the only reason was that he hadn’t meet anybody else but deep down he knew the truth. So when he met you on Diagon Alley it was like a sign to him, even more when during the discussion you admitted that you had broken up with your boyfriend. He decided to gather his courage ad invited you to grab a coffee with him and since that day he never let you go.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

Theseus was very gentle with you, very patient and protective. He wasn’t a fan of big gesture he preferred everyday act of kindness with you to show you that he didn’t love you just on special occasion but every day. After work he would usually stop by the bakery and bought you a cake, he would compliment you whenever he could, he would take care of the garden since you loved flowers and plants, snap cute photos of you…

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

When you came at his work to visit him he would always hold you hand to show everyone around that they should not flirt or mess with you. in private he liked to feel your palm on his, he just loved holding your hand while cuddling. He would caress your knuckles with his thumbs and gently brought your hand to his lips just peck it till you giggle.

I = Impression: first impression/s

The first time he saw you, you were both eleven and entering in Hogwarts. You met during the sorting ceremony and Theseus hoped that he would become your friend because you seemed really fun, adventurous but also a good listener and a nice person. However he never expected to grow so attach to you and to have feelings for you.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

He is clearly not a prankster. He did necessarily said a lot of jokes either. But he sure loved to laugh and when something funny had happened he would immediately told you with really accurate and funny impressions. He was surprisingly really good at them and sometimes just to see your smile or hear your laugh he would do them until you crying of laughter.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

It depended on his mood. When he wanted to show that you were his girlfriend and entirely his he would kiss you with love and passion. He would literally make out with you like a teenager. After stressful days he would peck your lips until he saw you smile again. When you were together, he would often kiss you softly just to show you that he cared.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

he was the first one to say it and actually he even said it before you were dating. He had invited you to a party with some mates of your Hogwarts time. during the party you chatted with everybody and didn’t spend a lot of time with Theseus. This latter enjoyed the company of his friends and drunk with them probably more than necessary. When you were leaving you noticed his drunk state and you smiled never expecting to see him like that one day. You hugged him to tell him goodbye and he pouted saying that he didn’t want you to leave. You replied that you had to and he practically begged you to help him to go back to his flat. You nodded and as you apparated in front of his door and helped him to go inside. As you were walking out he grabbed your wrist. He put his hand on your cheek and mumble inaudible things and you tried to understand but you didn’t. suddenly he spoke louder and said “please stay tonight I don’t want you to leave actually I never want you to leave again because I love you and I’ve always had since our seventh year.” You were taken aback but agreed to stay and slept on the couch. the following morning when you took the breakfast with him there was an awkward silent but he eventually broke it “I meant it Y/N, what I said last night I mean it, I never plan to say it so soon but drunk me wasn’t aware of that. sorry for that and if you don’t want to see me again I can understand” You gently smiled at him and replied “Don’t apologize that was rather cute and I would love to go to more dates with you and I mean sober you”

M = Memory their favourite moment together

After a mission outside of the United Kingdom he caught a cold and was sick. You took care of him and spoiled him, literally doing everything he wanted, you event took your days off to be sure that you were always there if he needed something. That was adorable but the thing is you ended sick just when he was better and took care of you just like you did with him. that was a cute memory and even if he never wanted to live that sickness, he cherished that days he spent with you.

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

You had a real sweet tooth and he would spoil you with sweet food. He would manage to have all the cupboards full of cookies, candies, cocoa powder, milk, chocolate bars… For a lot of people that was a bit strange and childish but you loved it, you thought that this cute daily gesture was far more lovely that receiving a gold necklace (even if you wouldn’t say no to that either). Moreover since Theseus loved your perfume he was the one who always bought it for you.

O = Orange what colour reminds them of their other half

The color of your Hogwarts house. Since you both met the first time at the school he saw you all that years wearing the color of your house and he still liked when you were wearing outfits of that color. First it was a really nice color on you and then it reminds him the good old time and he couldn’t help the smile.

P = Petnames what pet names do they use?

He wasn’t much a fan of pet names actually most of the time he would call you by your name or nickname and it was an habit since Hogwarts for him to call you by your family name. sometime during romantic moments or when he felt like it he would call you by really cheesy pet names like honey bun, little dove or muffin.

Q = Quaint what is their favourite non-modern thing?

Theseus was obsessed with antic statues. The first you both talked about it, you refrained your laugh, you never saw him so enthusiastic, he was talking really fast and talking with his hands. But then you understood why he liked those statues so much, to him they were so well designed, so perfect. They were telling a story and you could understand a society just by looking at them. he would always drag you to the Antiquity museum of each cities where you would stay and he would spend a huge amount of time looking at the statues and trying to sketch them even if he wasn’t so good at drawing. Once again you didn’t really mind, that was a quirk that gave charm to his personality, but you had to stop him whenever he wanted to buy one to decorate your house arguing that it would take too much space. He would pout a bit before admitting that you were right.

R = Rainy Day what do they like to do on a rainy day?

he hated rain and he was unlucky since he didn’t live in a sunny country. So he would be grumpy all the day, he would complain a lot. Actually the only things he liked about rain was seeing you admired it falling through the window. Just that would lighten his day. So even if he would never admit it aloud he was looking forward the rainy day just to see your gleeful face.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Drinking a hot chocolate with a cake you would have baked in the muggle way would cheer him up. you would play with his hair while he was drinking and eating. You would tell him how amazing he was, how brave, how perfect… then you would listen to why he was so down and forced him to think positive and find a way to resolve his problems.

Theseus was always a bit panicked when you were sad so he would do everything and anything to cheer you up. he would always do different things like cuddle you, massage you, write you adorable notes, plan creative project together, make you dinner, offer you flowers…

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

He liked to talk about his job with you because even if you didn’t wok in that field he thought that you were a good advisor. You always took your time to analyze the situation, thinking about the pros and cons and gave him the best advices. He also talked a lot about your shared time in Hogwarts, even if you two weren’t dating at that time you were close and you had spent an amazing time with him. however the thing he loved the most was to hear you recount your day with vivid details and an excited grin on your face when you were describing the things you enjoyed.

U = Unencumbered What helps them relax?

After a rather stressful day Theseus loved taking a good bath and it was even better whenever you would join him. if he was really stressed, he would also try to apply the meditation tips you gave him and controlled his breath. He had even insisted on having a Zen zone inside of the aurors department to be sure that his colleagues would have a way to relax at work and even if the minister was skeptic at first, the room dedicated at relaxation was a massive success and aurors were much more efficient.

V = Vaunt what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Theseus is really proud of his career and since he was so young but had such a respectable position you could totally understand. He worked so hard for that and took a lot of risks so you didn’t mind when he would brag about that. even if he would not publicly admit it, he was really proud of his brother. He would always tell you that his little brother was a fair man, truly courageous and who believed in what was right and lived of his passion.

W = Wedding when, how, where do they propose?

Every year you would insist that Theseus took two weeks of vacation to relax and not think about work. It was a sort of tradition, at the beginning of your relationship he was pretty hesitant but now he was looking forward to these two weeks of pure bliss and happiness during spring. One year you were both enjoying your vacation, but he seemed still a bit tensed. you thought that the case he was working on was certainly important but you were wrong. One night after a nice dinner you walked hand in hand to your bedroom and Theseus was clearly a nervous wreck even if he denied it. when you were back in the hotel room he took a deep breath and put a knee on the floor and proposed you. your eyes grew wide and you screamed excitingly “yes, yes, yes and thousand of yes” and you ran to his arms to kiss him.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

Magic works by the weird sisters

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the jam and clotted cream to my scone. Theseus was English after all no nothing was more sacred to him than tea time with some scones. But to him a scone without jam and clotted cream was dry and not so good just like his life without you. You completed him, gave a meaning to his life, fulfilling it and he never felt so happy than by your side.

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Of course Theseus loved animals, beasts and everything that was living. He wasn’t much of a surprise since his mom took care of hippogriffs and his brother was a magizoologist. So he didn’t mind having animals around and if you wanted one he would get one and took an extra care of it.

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander imagines #theseus x reader #callum turner #fantastic beats and where to find them #crimes of grindlewald spoilers

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komorebirei · 5 years

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The Water Was Never Afraid - Chapter 15: Indulge

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I’m already out… it can’t hurt. I’ll just see if she’s home, Chat Noir reasoned.

He did a swift about-face by the Louvre and made his way back toward the Ȋle Saint-Louis.

It was Sunday evening, the sun was still out, and he had just finished his brief meeting with Ladybug. Nothing remarkable, as usual, but it was nice to get out and stretch his legs.

The week had been particularly busy, with deadlines looming, and Adrien had been working into the evening nearly every day, taking breaks only to spend time with Kagami or his father.

That meant no clandestine rendezvous with Marinette.

Which wasn’t to say that he didn’t incessantly think about her. All he had been wanting to do all week was to don the magic suit, vault across Paris, and throw twigs at his Princess’ balcony doors until she came out.

However… self-control.

Now, though, fate had brought him somewhat near her apartment, and in the supersuit no less, so he latched onto the excuse to indulge in a visit.

As he crossed the Seine, his enhanced hearing picked up something subtle in the air. Music, if he could call it that.

When he arrived, the French doors were thrown open, and he could now clearly hear the sounds of a piano coming from within.

“Princess,” he called out, trying to sound suave instead of desperate.

The sound of the piano stopped, and Marinette’s head peeked out the door. Her eyes immediately locked onto his as he perched on the branch.

“Why, Princess,” he affected a dramatic tone, “I decided to go out on a limb and hazard a guess that you were home. And how happy I am that you are! You look radiant, sweet Princess.”

“Oh, Minou,” she rolled her eyes and indicated with a gesture that he was welcome to her balcony. “Such a clown, as always.”

“Well, this humble jester would be delighted to have the honor to make his Princess laugh.” He bounded onto her balcony and gave her a deep bow.

“Chat, you’re too much!” Marinette laughed, shoving him lightly.

Chat Noir melted under her touch. Do that again, Princess. He trailed her as she made her way back toward the French doors. “Did I hear a piano? I didn’t know you played.”

“I don’t, as you can probably tell. Though, I’m trying to learn.” Marinette shrugged and looked over her shoulder at Chat, one hand on the door. “I just got home, so I was unwinding a little before getting down to work. Wanna come in?”

Chat nodded gratefully. “You have to work tonight?” He tried to recall whether he was supposed to know she worked at Gabriel or not, and decided to play it safe. “Where do you work, Princess?”

“I’m an intern for Gabriel… and it’s not that I have to, I really just want to be prepared. This week we’re presenting winter concepts and I want to put together a few fabric samples to demonstrate my ideas, since some of them might be hard to understand from just sketches.”

“So thorough. I love that about you, Marinette.”

She turned to look at him, and her blue eyes were so clear that he was afraid for a moment she could see him through the mask, that the way he’d said it was too ‘Adrien’ and not enough ‘Chat.’ Did he cross the line? Friends complimented each other like that, didn’t they?

“Well, then, Princess,” Chat grinned, laying it on thick to cover his insecurity. “Back to the topic of piano. What piece are you learning?”

“Well…” Marinette twisted a lock of hair between her fingers in an adorable nervous gesture. “I mean, I don’t really know what I’m doing. Satie’s Gymnopedie No. 1? I read online that it’s a good piece for beginners and I thought it was pretty… I kind of know how to read music from playing the violin for a couple years in école, but it’s been a while and I’m extremely slow.” She giggled nervously as she made her way to an electric piano that was set up on the side of the room.

“Is this piano new?” Chat hovered behind her as she sat down on the bench.

“Yeah, I just got it this week.” Marinette continued to play with her hair self-consciously. “Kind of an impulsive purchase, but… I’ve been wanting to learn an instrument for a while. I love music, and it’s nice to have a hobby for when I need a breather from designing.”

“Hmm… that makes sense.” Chat smiled at her fondly. “Why piano?”

Marinette blushed, inexplicably. “Piano’s a good instrument… I mean, a lot of people start with piano, right?” She laughed—the kind of laugh intended to diffuse embarrassment.

Chat cocked his head, curious about the reason behind her obvious discomfort.

“Okay, I’ll admit it.” Marinette twisted on the bench to face him, wearing a sheepish expression. “The reason I picked piano is… I have a friend who plays the piano. Since I’ve known him, I’ve paid attention to piano music more, and it’s inspired me to start learning.”

Chat’s breath caught. Could that friend be him, perchance? Was the dusting of pink on her cheeks only a result of his rose-colored glasses, or was she really blushing? “Ah… really?”

“Yes, he plays very well. It’s because of him that I love the piano.” Marinette’s eyes crinkled in an earnest smile, then she turned back to the keys and laid her hands on them tentatively.

Chat Noir was afraid to ask who that friend might be. At least, uncertainty allowed him to indulge in hope that he had inspired Marinette in some way. He reached out and raised one of Marinette’s hands slightly, careful not to scratch her with his claws. “Raise your hands and round your fingers. Like this.” He demonstrated with his own hand.

Marinette looked at him in awed surprise. “Hold on, Chat Noir, you know how to play?”

“A little…” He shrugged in faux modesty. “I’ve played since I was five, after all.” He gave her an exaggerated wink to show he was being light-hearted and was only pretending to boast.

“Oh, I didn’t know!” Marinette squealed. “Play something!”

He lifted his hand and waved his fingers. “Can’t, Princess. Have you seen these clawsome paws?”

Marinette pouted.

He probably could have played, but there would be a lot of clicking, and he’d scratch her brand new piano. Plus, he didn’t want to dissuade her from trying. He grinned. “Maybe if you meet me as a civilian.”

“Don’t be silly, Chat. Okay, at least help me then, and don’t laugh. I’m horrible.”

“No, you’re just a work in progress. Now, enough attempts to get out of playing.” He nudged her. “Go ahead.”

She played the opening chords, with long pauses in between, looking back and forth between the sheet music and her hands. When the melodic line was supposed to start, she abruptly folded her hands in her lap. “Ugh. I can’t.”

“What are you talking about, Princess?” Chat cried. “You were doing great!”

“That’s as far as I’ve gotten so far.”

Chat stroked his chin. “It might help if you started memorizing measure by measure, so you don’t have to figure out the notes each time. When I was first learning, I took it slow figuring out the way the piece was supposed to sound and where my hands were supposed to go. I couldn’t play anything up to speed until I had it memorized. But the more you get used to processing the score, the easier it gets to sight-read.”

“That seems like a good tactic—I’ll try. Thanks, Chat.” Marinette smiled. “Anyway, I don’t want to bore you with this.”

“I’m not bored at all, Princess. I’m actually really excited you’re learning to play. If you want to continue, I’ll help you.”

“Help me?”

“Put your hands on the keys. Let’s pick up where you left off…”

When she did, he shifted her fingers around so they were on the right keys, and nodded. She pressed. He tapped the fingers on her right hand one by one to indicate the melodic notes. She followed his lead.

They continued like that for some time, not speaking. The stuttering rhythm of chords played out of time was the only sound that filled the space.

“See? You played the whole first page. That’s not hard, is it?” Chat’s hand lingered on hers.

“I guess not.”

Chat let go and stepped away painfully. “Keep practicing, Princess. You’ll be amazing in no time.”

“I don’t know about that, but… thanks for your help, Chat Noir.” She gave him a bright smile. “Would you like some macarons? Maman brought some over when she came to visit this morning.”

“Sure, Princess. Yes, please.” He caught himself before saying, ‘I missed the Dupain-Cheng macarons’—Chat Noir hadn’t ever had any, not even during that misguided brunch eight years ago. He took a seat at the table—solid polished wood, stained a rosy brown.

“With tea? Or coffee?” Marinette called from the kitchen area.

“Whatever you’re having.” Chat played with the cuffs on his suit and looked around her apartment. He had been so distracted by his revelation last time, he hadn’t really paid much attention to his surroundings.

The space wasn’t large, but it felt bright and inviting. The white walls were decorated with framed fashion illustrations by other designers, among which Chat Noir recognized his father’s work. White shelves built into recessed areas of the walls were lined with books—mostly related to fashion or art, but there were some novels and books of poetry as well. “Milan Kundera?” he asked, glimpsing a title he didn’t expect to see.

“I love his writing!” Marinette piped up cheerfully. “It’s beautiful. The Unbearable Lightness of Being really left an impression on me.”

“I read it a few years ago. I don’t remember all that much about the plot, except that I really liked it.”

“It wasn’t so much the plot that I liked about it,” Marinette mused. “More the way he described things. And captured the essence of people and emotions.”

Chat nodded, making a mental note to read it again.

The palette of Marinette’s decor had expanded beyond the pinks of her adolescence. Splashes of color brightened the room—an orange armchair, a fuschia vase. A string of colorful mini paper lanterns dangled from one corner of a curtain rod to the floor.

The flat was clean, cheerful, and warm, just like Marinette.

She soon joined him with macarons and two cups of tea. “I hope this is okay. Oolong tea—I don’t put sugar in it, but I can get some for you if you want…?”

“No sugar. Thanks, Princess.” He grinned, accepting the refreshments. The macarons were green and pink-orange. “What flavors are the macarons?”

“Matcha and passion fruit.”

Chat Noir couldn’t stop grinning. “My favorite!”

“Which one?”

“Uh…” Chat Noir wondered how common it was to have passion fruit as a favorite flavor. Marinette had already found out today that he could play the piano. How many clues could he get away with dropping before she figured him out? Though it was tempting the test the answer to that question, he decided to play it safe. “Both? I like them both.” He picked a matcha one to eat first.

Marinette looked pleased about this. She took a nibble of a passion fruit one. “Weird combination I guess, but the creamy bitterness of the matcha offsets the tangy sweetness of the passion fruit. That’s why I asked for these two flavors. Plus, the colors look pretty together. Don’t you think, Chaton?” She winked.

“You have the best taste, Princess.” Chat Noir smiled at her tenderly, disarmed by the wink. Taking a sip of oolong tea, he fell silent, contemplating a question that had he had been wanting to ask her. Of all people, she seemed like someone who would have a good answer. “Marinette, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

He hesitated. Even though it was a perfectly normal concern, he still didn’t feel comfortable talking about this to anyone. He bit his lip.

“What is it, Minou?” Now she looked worried.

He gave her a small smile to allay her worries, but it fell away before he spoke. “How do you help a person heal from losing someone?”

Marinette put down the macaron she was eating. “Chaton… is this why you were so upset the other day? Did you lose someone?”

“I…” Chat Noir balked. He hadn’t really thought of it that way—his mother had already been missing from his life for eight years. “Yes, but… it’s my father. He hasn’t been taking it well, and I want to help him, but I have no idea if I’m doing it right.”

“Oh, Minou…” Marinette sighed and pursed her lips, looking down at her hands. She seemed to be considering very carefully what to answer.

“Sorry to dump that on you,” Chat Noir murmured, wishing he could take it back.

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” she emphasized. “I’m just trying to think. I’ve never lost anyone in my immediate family, so I’m not entirely sure what it’s like… but when Maman’s mother passed away, she used to write a letter to her every night. She’d put the letters in this special box. After a year of doing that, she burned all the letters… I was really young at the time, so I didn’t fully understand, but she always seemed happier after writing a letter. Maybe something like that might help.” She shrugged apologetically. “Sorry I don’t have any better advice.”

“Hmm…” Chat Noir pressed a finger to his lips in thought. “No, that’s a good idea, actually.”

“Are you okay?”

He looked up to see Marinette gazing at him in concern. A smile sprang to his lips automatically. “Of course, Princess, don’t worry about me!”

In spite of his words, she got up and circled around him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind. He felt her cheek press against the back of his head, and the vibration of her voice as she spoke: “Don’t forget, I’m here for you. If you’re ever not okay, just come and I’ll give you hugs and snacks.”

Chat Noir’s heart was doing somersaults, but he played it cool. “Snacks, Princess? You just sealed the deal.”

“Silly cat.”

He squeezed her arms. He’d trade all the snacks in the world to hug this girl for the rest of his life.

It was when that thought popped into his mind that a moment of clarity hit Chat Noir. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t right for him to be thinking of another girl this way, and not his girlfriend. He hadn’t even thought about Kagami all night—he couldn’t live a lie anymore. He couldn’t keep pretending with Kagami that nothing had changed, and that he felt the same way she did. It wasn’t fair to her. It would be kinder to break up with her than to continue doing this.

“What are you thinking about, Minou?” Marinette’s voice near his ear was soft as feathers.

His insides were churning as if he’d ingested poison. “Ah… nothing. Just… grateful that we’re friends.” He stood up, dislodging her arms, leaving his macaron half-eaten and tea barely touched. “Sorry, but I need to go. Thank you so much for everything.”

Marinette looked at him in alarm, sensing his agitation. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, Princess.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, of course not. I just… sorry. I can’t stay.” He made his way toward the balcony doors, mind buzzing with the sense of wrongness and determination to make things right.

“Wait!” Marinette ran after him, panic rising. “What happened? If it’s my fault—I’m sorry!”

His heart broke at the thought of leaving her distressed and worrying about his sudden departure. Spinning around, he caught her in his arms and embraced her tightly, breathing in her scent. “You did nothing wrong, Princess,” he murmured into her hair. “There’s just something I need to fix. See you later…” Kissing the top of her head so lightly she probably didn’t feel it, he released her and left through her balcony without looking back.

#Miraculous Ladybug #MiraculousLadybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #MiraculousLadybugFanfiction #Marichat #Adrigami #Adrienette #The Water Was Never Afraid

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sa-lt-ys · 6 years

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Your Choices Matter - Starting Path

Universe: Detroit: Become Human Pairing: ??? Warnings: Swearing, threatening language, ??? Word Count: 1077 words

Wanted to try out something new, have fun!

This will be updated with a new part every Sunday now, so keep that in mind when you choose.

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In this story, your choices will shape everything, from your relationships to your endings. Make careful choices as a group, and you will succeed, make a mistake, and you will fail.

Every so often, you will be given a small choice, nothing huge that will have a large impact on its own, but it will have an effect that can be built upon, so be wary. With these small choices, you will have to scroll until you find the number representing your choice or resulting path. Any past choices will not impact the main choice that will dictate what happens next chapter until much later on in the story. Its simply so you can have a little more interaction.

Be careful.

You were a biomedical engineer at CyberLife, working to research the human body and how it can be applied to androids to make them seem more human.

After the Android Uprising of 2038, you were one of the few who kept your job, though your focus changed to help androids integrate into human society. You were well known among androids for being a kind and caring doctor, helping to install new systems that could make them almost human.

However, it seemed you had gained the attention of someone who wasn't quite as kind as you would have hoped. And now, they had their sights set on one thing.

You.

Will you survive the journey? Will Connor and Hank live through it with you? Will you sacrifice them? Will Markus consider you an ally or enemy?

Its all up to you.

Begin.

The sun shone happily as you let out a sigh, relaxing at long last as you sunk into the bench you were sat on. After a long day at work, it was nice to be able to go to the park and simply people watch. It was like being a spectator as opposed to an actual contender in the game that was Life.

You had always found that life moved ahead too quickly for your liking, and people were always rushing to get to the next place. What was the point? If you were gonna get there, and there wasn't a time limit, then why should you run? Surely it was better to simply take your time, conserve your energy and strength for when you needed it, ensuring you had a better chance at winning?

It didn't matter though.

A young girl ran past you, spinning around and calling back to her mother with a pure smile on her face, her laughter echoing in the air as she passed you. It seemed she was on the way to the kid's playground, her little summer dress flowing behind her as she ran.

You couldn't hold back a chuckle as the mother also passed you, looking tired but happy as she did.

You could remember your childhood clearly, which you considered a blessing. Happy memories of running around and laughter were the predominant images, though there were always a few shadows lurking within the corner... but they didn't matter too much now, after all, they were long gone from your mind, as were the people who cast them.

And much like the young teenager who was sat by the fountain, sketching something in an almost feverish way, you were now free to do as you wished. Like the teen, you had an infinite amount of pathways and choices open to you, and you could choose whatever you wanted.

Still, you did wonder what that teen was actually drawing. From what you could see, they were drawing a young android girl with her mother and father, the girl giggling as se was hefted onto the back of her giant of a father, his bright smile a stark contrast to his dark skin. Though both mother and father lacked LED's, you knew they were androids. One was a labour model, if you remembered correctly, though the exact model escaped you, while the other was an AX400, a national favourite with young children.

"Excuse me, Dr (L/N), do you mind if I sit here?" You turned your head to see the prototype RK800, one you hadn't seen since you developed his internal systems.

He looked at you curiously, awaiting your reply as your mind quickly whirred to come up with a response.

[How do you reply?]

[1] Polite But Friendly

[2] Express Concern

[Option 1 Route] - Connor relationship level : acquaintances

"Of course," you respond with a smile, gesturing to the spare space next to you. The RK800 gave you a smile and nodded his head, sitting down next to you.

"May I ask your name?" You said, eyes staring up at the clear sky, watching a flock of birds fly high above you.

"My name is Connor, I'm--" He stopped himself short, looking sheepish as he continued. "I'm Connor Anderson, doctor."

"I'm (Y/N), but I guess you already know that." Connor chuckled and nodded his head again.

"Yes, I've heard a lot about you from other androids... even Markus has nothing but glowing praise for you." You finally looked down, your face glowing slightly as you smiled.

[Option 2] - Connor relationship level : aquaintances

"Of course, by all means," you gestured to the bench beside you. "I'm glad to see you're okay after the Uprising... I had no idea that Amanda was planning to... to do such a horrible thing." The android looked at you.

"You found out?" You nodded, looking down at your hands.

"It went around all of us at CyberLife like a wildfire. We all found out, and that's actually why so many left. They didn't want to work for such a bent company." The android hummed before sticking his hand out to you. You took it with a smile.

"My name is Connor, I'm-- I mean, my name is Connor Anderson." You chuckled.

"I'm (Y/N), but I think you already know that, don't you?" Connor nodded.

"Yes, many androids speak of you. Markus especially has nothing but glowing praise for you." You chuckled again, taking your hand back.

"I suppose that's what I get for helping so many androids." Connor looked at you.

"You say that like its a bad thing." You shook your head, but you had a confused frown.

Was it? After helping so many androids, you had been forced to look at the darker side. Yes, you were happy and your heart was content that you had brought joy to so many, but then... there were those who hated you. Even now, you still received hate mail, threats, people telling you to die.

"It isn't, I assure you... But, after helping so many, I suppose I thought that there wouldn't be any consequences. Foolish really."

"You are receiving threats?" You nodded again, letting out a deep sigh as you reached into your bag by your feet and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper you had found on your desk this morning during work.

I hope you fucking die

Connor took it gently, reading it as his LED flashed from blue, to yellow, to red.

"Do you know who sent this?"

"No idea. It was on my desk this morning when I got into work. I've also had my windows broken, threats delivered to my house, and people tell me to die all the time." The police android let out a sigh before handing you the note and standing up, giving you a kind smile.

"As forward as it may be, would you allow me to stay with you tonight? I may be able to assist you in catching whoever may be posting these... notes." You frowned.

"Why do you want to help me?" Connor smiled, a true, genuine smile.

"Because I know you would help me, if you could, and besides, it can help to pay you back for all you have done for other androids."

You stayed on the bench, weighing up your options.

[What do you do?]

[1] "Sure, I'd love your help."

[2] "It's okay, I can handle a few bits of paper."

This will not affect relationships.

You have one week to make your choice.

Choose carefully.

#I'm super into this #I'm actually really excited #dbh #dbh x reader #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #dbh rk800 connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 x reader

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shenala · 6 years

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Paint My Interest Chapter 2

AO3 link - Chapter 1 - Masterlist

When you woke up the next morning it was to find yourself still wrapped in Bucky's warm embrace as he snored softly next to you.

Tilting your head to look up at his sleeping face you were again baffled as to how this man was the same one you had heard so many horror stories about.

Could this really be the same Bucky Barnes that held every business on this side of the city within his grasp? The man that people crossed the street to avoid making eye contact with, just in case? You'd heard the stories. Hell, yesterday he'd walked into the cafe and killed the guy who had hired you. So yes, it was him. But why weren't you running away? Why weren't you scared?

As you mentally scoffed at the idea of being scared of this man you moved your gaze back up to his face to find he was now awake and watching you with a gentle smile gracing his lips.

"Hi Bucky" you whispered, giving him a soft smile of your own. Momentarily tightening his hold around you, he replied "Morning doll".

God, that voice, you swooned internally. No-one should sound that good just after waking up, but there was something about the extra roughness combined with his usual drawl that gave you goosebumps. Although they could also have been from the way he was dragging his hand lazily up and down your bare arm as he continued to watch you get lost in your own mind.

Clearing your throat you disentangled yourself and stood to move to the kitchen, asking as you went "coffee?"

Hearing no reply, you turned to ask again but found yourself face to face with a solid wall of muscle as Bucky backed you up against the kitchen counter with a sly grin.

Once you had no room to escape he dipped his head and ever so gently grazed your jawline with the tip of his nose, causing you to take a sharp intake of breath as your eyes fluttered closed.

But the kiss you expected never came, instead, a warm chuckle spilt out into the air as Bucky stepped back from you and took a seat at the table instead before answering your earlier question, "coffee would be great thanks doll."

Aiming a scowl his way paired with a muttered "tease" you turned to get the coffee started. Handing him a steaming mug you nudged his shoulder and making sure to keep your tone light you did some teasing of your own, "shouldn't you be at work boss man?"

Another laugh came your way as Bucky looked up at you with a smirk, "that's the benefit of being the boss, I work when I want to."

Hiding your matching grin behind your mug, you sat down next to him at the table while pointing out, "well good for you, but I have to go to work."

With a frown, Bucky leant across the table towards you and shook his head, "no, you need to rest after last night."

That brought an unexpected snort from you as you quirked an eyebrow back at him, "excuse me? What I need to do is go to my studio and work" before you softened and flashed him a warm smile, "besides, I'm feeling fine today. You did a good job looking after me" you finished with a wink.

Now leaning back in his chair, Bucky relented and returned your smile with a soft laugh before he spoke again, "ok, but I'll drive you", you started to interrupt to tell him that wasn't necessary but he held firm, "I know I don't need to. I know you can look after yourself. I know. But I'd like to drive you to your studio. Please?" And really, how could you possibly say no to that face? Especially when he was putting his all into a spectacular pair of puppy eyes.

After reluctantly agreeing you had gone to shower and get dressed for the day, and as he had declined your offer of a shower saying he would do so after dropping you off you were ready to go.

He kept a warm hand pressed into the small of your back as he guided you downstairs to his car and to your surprise and delight even held your door open before crossing to the driver's side and getting in. "A gentleman huh?" you thought to yourself, before mentally scolding yourself, after all, he'd already proved that, hadn't he?

The drive to your studio didn't take long and you found yourself wanting to drag out your time with this man for as long as you could, you had no idea when or if you were going to see him again so you invited him in to see inside and he accepted without hesitation. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Your studio was on the top floor of an old warehouse and had floor to ceiling windows across all but one of the walls, bathing the room in bright light that was softened only by the thin, white voile curtains you had hung.

Casting your arms out you spun dramatically before turning back to Bucky with a bow and a grin, "welcome to where the magic happens" you teased before leading him over to where a few completed pieces were leaning against the wall.

"It seems peaceful up here" he noted and you nodded as you replied, "it is... until I get stuck then I blast out loud music... or the time I decided to try painting with balloons. That was loud and messy" you shook your head at the memory as he grinned.

Stepping back towards the door his smile drooped as he told you he had to get going before asking "what time will you be heading home? I'll pick you up."

"I have no idea" you answered honestly, with a shrug, "why don't you text me when you're done and if I'm still here I'll let you know."

Nodding his agreement he moved back towards you to drop a quick but gentle kiss to your cheek before leaving with a backwards wave.

And you were still there when he texted you a few hours later, and he did pick you up before taking you to a small Italian place for dinner before dropping you home. He stayed for a couple of hours, watching tv with you before saying goodnight with another swift kiss, this time to your forehead.

The next day was much like the first, he picked you up, dropped you off, picked you up, took you to dinner, brought you home, stayed a while, then left. And the day after that, and the day after that, until you had fallen into a week of following the same routine.

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You knew your heart was in trouble when on Sunday morning he turned up at your front door holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers and wearing a bright smile paired with a simple jumper and a pair of jeans.

Thanking him for the flowers you invited him inside before commenting on his attire, "someone's looking very casual today Mr Barnes. No-one to terrorise on Sundays?"

He answered with a laugh and his smile grew impossibly brighter as he pulled you into a tight hug before moving away to explain, "it's my day off, even I dress down on my days off you know" he teased.

"A day off? I'm surprised you even know what that means" you replied cheekily, "what are your plans?"

Shaking his head at your teasing he waggled a finger in your direction, "you mean, what are our plans? You're stuck with me for the day."

At this your smile faltered as you prepared yourself to let him down gently, "I'm sorry Bucky" and your heart stuttered as his own smile broke to leave behind a bemused frown before you continued, "I need to go to the studio for an hour or so this morning."

With a snort of amusement, his smile was back as he shook his head at you again "is that all? I'll come with you, read my book while you work" pulling a beaten up paperback from his back pocket as he spoke.

And that's how you found yourself on a sunny Sunday morning ignoring the canvas in front of you while all of your attention was focussed on the brunette man spread out across the sofa in your studio, book in hand.

You couldn't stop staring at the way the light hit his face; bouncing off his steel blue eyes making them shine like gemstones and deepening the creases above his brow and the fine crinkles around his eyes.

It wasn't just his clothes that were dressed down for his day off though, his hair was too. Normally sleeked back into a tidy knot at the back of his head, today his flowing brunette strands hung loosely around his face, or at least they did whenever he wasn't absent-mindedly dragging his hand through them to push them back on his head.

And suddenly the canvas you were supposed to be filling with a painting of tulips held no interest for you and you found yourself grabbing a sketchbook off the table next to you, desperate to do something to immortalise this memory.

That first rough sketch of the top half of his face turned into half a dozen more small examinations of different aspects of Bucky. You drew just his mouth, then you moved onto only his right eye before settling on detailing the way his hands cradled the book he was reading.

But all too soon the man himself was pushing himself up from where he'd been lounging and was moving over to you, causing you to quickly slam the sketchbook shut as he raised an eyebrow at you in curiosity.

Eager to avoid his questions you stood to join him, "do you want to go get a coffee? Maybe go for a walk?" you asked.

With an eager smile, he agreed but not before gesturing to the canvas that was as empty as when you'd arrived, "you sure you don't need to stay?"

Shaking your head you led him out the door, "nope, I'm not really in the mood to work."

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By the next day you were back into your routine of pick up and drop off, but as you sat in your studio that morning you found yourself drawn back to the sketchbook you had abandoned in a hurry the day before.

Turning back to the rough sketch you had done of his face you replaced the tulip canvas with a fresh one and without really making the conscious decision to do so you started sketching out the lines from the drawing onto it.

Hours passed quickly and you had become so fully absorbed in your work that you hadn't noticed when Bucky had sent his usual text asking if you were still at the studio. So it came as quite a shock when he walked into the room with an unimpressed scowl draped across his face.

Looking up at him in surprise, you moved to greet him with a smile, "Hi Buck, what's wrong?" His growl in return only further confused you before he asked, "why didn't you text me back? I was worried. I rang you 5 times."

Growing wide-eyed as you realised you must've not heard your phone while you worked you reached out to him in reassurance and apology, "sorry Bucky I didn't hear it, I must've just gotten so absorbed. I'm really sorry."

Looking up to meet his gaze, you felt your stomach flip as you realised his own eyes were not focussed upon you but behind you. On the canvas you had been painting when he walked in.

Stepping around you towards it, he pointed in its direction before turning back to you, confusion growing on his face, "that's me."

Unable to contain your laugh at his expression you drowned it quickly as you nodded sheepishly, "yeah it's you."

Bucky cast his eyes to the floor and whispered so quietly you had to strain to hear him, "is that how you see me?"

Confusion caused your mind to blank, but you were somehow still able to answer "yes... you're beautiful Bucky" before slapping a hand over your mouth in shock, why had you said that?!

His gaze shot up from the floor to meet yours and you held back a gasp at the vulnerability encased within the blue orbs before he shook his head as he walked back to you "what did I do to deserve you?" he mumbled before pulling you to his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, letting out a sigh as you repeated the gesture with your own.

Pressing a kiss to your hair Bucky chuckled quietly before murmuring in your ear, "just do me a favour? Don't hang it in any galleries, I have a reputation to upkeep y'know doll."

Leaning back to press a kiss of your own to the base of his jaw, you smiled up at him with bright eyes and nodded, "Don't worry Buck, this one's just for me."

#mobster!bucky #bucky barnes #mob au

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pepperminthotchocolate · 7 years

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Gtjsefanclub Anniversary Day Three: Eyes

Signe gathered her feet up onto the seat of the kitchen chair.

The quiet hum of the morning was always her favorite, especially on stormy days such as these. Nothing much to do, nowhere to rush off to in a hurry this early in the day. Not to mention she could enjoy her cinnamon tea in peace before she went hopping off to tackle the day. The polka-dot speckled mug looked peculiar in her little hands; now she likened it to one of those novelty soup cups that took on the appearance of a regular mug but were much too large for one to use in one sitting.

Well, she could use it, but not before the tea would get cold.

Though, she supposed, it was dangerous to leave herself alone with her thoughts. Inevitably, her mind would drift back to what was always her main focus; how tall was she now? How much had she dwindled throughout the night? What looks different about her new perspective being just a few inches shorter? Was the shrinking speeding up? Slowing down?

…What would she do when she couldn’t get around on her own? She’d had to drag over a kitchen chair and stand on her tiptoes to crawl up on the counter today. What would happen when that was an impossible task?

She felt Sean’s presence behind her as he slid lazily into the kitchen. A yawn and a quick peck on the top of her head and he was ambling off to make his own coffee. Every day he seemed to grow more immense. Even the sound of his socks shuffling against the wooden floor was magnified.

They chatted idly about what they had planned for the day. It wouldn’t be too terribly busy – just a lazy Sunday. Grocery shopping was on the list, which after last time would be an adventure all in itself. “An’ I promise I won’t run off this time at tha sight of bacon and cheddar-flavored Taytos. No need to call for me on tha intercom.” At least his hair made him easy enough to find.

Signe was up to his waist now, barely toddler height. What would he do when she got to be the size of a mouse?

She’d just have to find a way to get around on her own. Of course Sean would be more than willing to help her, as he’d made clear throughout the entire process. Throughout the course of the past two weeks he would constantly check up on her and ask if she needed help with anything. He made all of the meals and picked up all of the cleaning she couldn’t do on her own. He brought her tea even when she didn’t ask. She appreciated the help, although she would much rather have her independence.

Her head was pounding. She pushed the impending thoughts out of her mind. The tea was set aside and she focused on coloring in her sketch.

That’s why Signe felt the need to draw so much. It was beyond being a hobby; it was one of the only things left that she could stand to do on her own. Not to mention it finally gave her an excuse to try traditional media as opposed to sticking with her usual tablet and computer mouse.The figure’s portrait was drawn with his head thrown back, laughing with a wide, toothy grin.

One last swooping shade to give his hair more dimension, then she would get to move on to her favorite part. Besides his caricaturistic eyebrows and shock of neon green hair (although the brightness was starting to fade a bit), it was his eyes that made his portrait unique.

Eyes were always a main focus in her work – her style was mostly cartoonish with exaggerated expressions, which meant the eyes were far and away one of the most important parts. Eyes could tell a lot about a person, animated or not. Luckily, her boyfriend happened to have a good pair to work with.

Sean’s eyes were electric blue, which made sense because everything about him was electric. He was always bursting with boundless energy, whether it lingered at the surface or was coming at you full force. Yet, Signe knew that to every shade of blue in his eyes there were ten more shades underneath it. There was a strange softness to them, almost as an afterthought. He had the kind of striking eyes that sent tingles up your spine, sent goosebumps running over your skin. His eyes were just one of her favorite things about him.

She quirked an eyebrow at the weight that settled on top of her head. It wasn’t overwhelming, just odd. She reached up and felt the scraggly hair of his beard falling right above her hairline. His arms came to fall on either side of the table beside her. “Watcha drawin’?”

She smiled, lowering her head closer to the page. “Just some guy.”

He gave a goofy smile; it was strange to admit it, but he thought she looked so cute bundled up in her oversized, fluffy bathrobe with strands of hair falling into her face. She was adorable anyway, but in her new state he could really marvel over it.

“Is that me?” He intoned cheerfully. “D’aww, it looks so nice! I like the eyes.”

“Thanks.” She said quietly. Unwittingly, he had highlighted her previous thoughts by being so close to her. How much larger those arms seemed to be than they were just a few weeks ago…

His smile fell the smallest bit. She didn’t sound all that sincere. “Are you okay? You seem a li’l distracted.” He asked, standing up and coming around the side of the table.

“It’s just the usual. I mean, what else is on my mind these days?”

With a grunt and a sigh, he settled down at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee. Signe was hunched over her work, a stern tenseness in her brow. She was hardly ever serious, but she always wore her emotions on her sleeve. “Ah yes, that. Not like it’s a big deal or anything.”

“Mmm.” She hummed absentmindedly.

“Though some would argue that there’s little to be done in this situation.”

“Sean, this is serious.”

“…You’re just being a li’l short-tempered, is all.”

She set her pencil down on the table with a resounding clack. “Sean.”

“No, I know. I can only imagine what you’re feelin’. But on tha bright side, you’re just little. At least you’re not little and…I dunno, growin’ an extra head or somethin’.” He took a long sip from his mug and let out a contented sigh. “And that’s fine, it’s gonna be weird for a while.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course! It’s that whole “new experience” thing you’re always talkin’ ‘bout. Once you get used to it…you know, it might not be normal again, but after a while it won’t seem so bad.”

“An’ even though I know fuck all ‘bout emotions sometimes, I know that once you’ve got somethin’ in your head you won’t let go of it until you get it all out. Even though that in itself may be a trip with you. You’ve got more bottled up in there than you’re lettin’ on.” He reached over, gently gathering her hand in his It all but disappeared within his loose grip, and it took everything she had not to pull away. Even he seemed to pause at the sight. He looked up at her. “You need to talk to me. Tell me when you’re feelin’ bad, good, tired, need to pee. Everythin’ in between.”

There were those eyes again. Even tainted with sadness and uncertainty, they flashed with live electricity. He leaned in more toward her. “Okay?” He said, giving her a sweet, encouraging smile.

“Alright.”

There was a longer bout of silence. Signe wasn’t sure what to feel at this point. Of course she had every right to feel how she did. But at the same time he had a point. It wouldn’t do her any good bottling up her feelings. If anything, it would make her feel smaller than she already did. She took a quick sip of her tea before picking up her pencil again.

“Why did you draw m’ears so pointy?”

She grinned. “Because you have pointy ears.”

“No I don’t!”

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What can I say? The man loves his puns.

It was a bit of a stretch to fit the whole “eyes” theme for the prompt, but I think I made it come full circle. This part was definitely an exercise in creating realistic dialogue, by which I am no means a professional. I’m hoping that I captured their Jack and Wiish’s personalities well enough. Hope you all enjoy!

#gtjsefanclubanniversary #gt jacksepticeye fanclub #jacksepticeye #wiishu #Giant/tiny

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