Ms. Pauling - Charlotte

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[pauling-charlotte]

Approaching the Engineer’s doorway Charlotte took a moment of pause to clear her boots of the snow that had gathered along the bottom. Giving her short heels a gentle stomp against the rocky gravel just before the door; not wanting to rudely trail in slush and ruin their first impression of her. Stepping in, the prim Pauling idly adjusted the deep plum scarf she wore while her mismatched eyes scanned the space for her Engineers. Even after skimming over their files, there was always a nervous pit in her stomach over forgetting their faces or names. 

“Mr. Suarez-Garcia? Mr.  Viggiano?” She called softly as she stepped in further. Her English accent posh but light as she attempted to pronounce their surnames to the best of her ability. Praying with all her will that she wouldn’t embarrass herself by offending them with the inability to even get her charges names correct. Adjusting the clipboard she held tight in her grasp much like a child would a safety blanket, Charlotte slipped further into the small building to find their work desks. 

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Both men were in attendance, but they didn’t seem to be in any position for a conversation. The taller Engineer, a man with a goatee and wearing a barber’s cape, was pinning down a struggling man in a hardhat with a thick handlebar mustache. The mustachioed man was pushing away the taller man’s arm, his other hand pressed against his face. “You… get… OFF!!”

“Oh, no, mot’erfucker. Jou don’t get off t’at easy! Do jou see what jou did to my hair?!” His hair had formerly been thick and curly, cut to a manageable length. On closer inspection, there was a two inch wide strip that had been cut brutally short, almost to the scalp. “I’m going to shave off jour mustache!!” In the hand that the struggling Engineer was trying to force away from his face, there was an electric shaver. 

As Pauling let herself in, the fighting stopped and the two men looked at her guiltily. “Uh, ciao?” Gus said with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, we are having dis-” Using Gus’s momentary distraction, Armando shaved off half of his mustache before getting up and storming away to fix his hair. “Why you dirty-….” Before he could give chase, he was hit in the face with a thrown wrench and knocked back to his knees in pain. “…Owwwww.” Deciding it was best to finish this fight without any witnesses, Gus touched the spot where the wrench struck him, tenderly feeling for damage. Finding none, he held out a hand to Pauling. “…Agostino Viggiano. Everyone ca-a-alls me Gus,” he said in a thick Italian accent. “He’s Mando. You need help w-with something?” He had a slight stutter, exacerbated by his current emotional state. 

[pauling-charlotte]

Immediately the posh Pauling stopped with a start at the sight of her Engineer’s wrestling around with one another. At first not knowing if she had happened upon a fight with some rogue RED, or if an accident had happened that required medical attention. Her worried stance saying as much as she watched on, hovering on the spot.  However, after a moment it quickly became clear that the pair were dueling out in some childish act of revenge. Something that she was startled to find between two men in a class she held such high regard for. Having always viewed them, as well as Medic’s and Spies, as some of the most professional and important classes on the team. 

When their attentions were hers at last, the pair were met with mismatched pools of brown and blue filled with prim disapproval. Her posture bristled like a bothered bird’s feathers as she curtly adjusted the clipboard that rarely left her grasp. Clearly unamused by the display she walked in on despite the sheepish looks of guilt glanced her way. Of course, before her lips could do more than part to speak, her voice was stolen in a hushed gasp of surprise at the wrench that was hurtled at one Engineer to another. 

“Mr. Garcia!” His name gasped out in a polished reprimand as she took a startled step back in shock. Leveling the taller Engineer with a sharp unapproving glance for his actions, that could make the edge of a knife look dull. “I would greatly appreciate if you could refrain from attacking your teammates.” Utterly baffled that either man would think it was appropriate to act this way in general; let alone in the presence of an administrative official. It was certainly enough to make her question what to expect from the rest of the team.

Giving Mando a little space to cool himself down, Charlotte turned her focus more onto who appeared the more civilized of the pair.  A sympathetic look quickly softening the edge of her delicate face as she took stock of the spot he had been struck. “Are you alright, Mr. Viggiano? I can go fetch the Medic for you, if you need.” She offered kindly before politely taking the hand he offered to introduce himself. “Charlotte Abbott, but Ms. Pauling or Ms. Abbott is fine.” 

[pauling-charlotte]

Valentine Application

Name:  Vinzenz Rieger Age:  Not important Do you like to cuddle?:  If you mean feeling every inch of your body under my fingertips, then yes. Aha–I jest. Yes, I love to cuddle. Unless…? Can we make-out?:  You don’t have to ask, darling. A night in or dinner out?:  Well, I’m….not the best chef, but I’d take you to an exquisite restaurant under the stars. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?:  Yes. What makes you a good Valentine?:  You see, my dear, when I fall for someone, it’s not some little crush. It’s not something I get over easily. They occupy my thoughts day in and day out, I’d rather not sleep because being awake is more appealing, not to mention the sensations I get whenever I think of them. I can feel my heart racing, I get butterflies in my stomach, my face heats up, among other things, ahah–But most importantly, I think about how much better my life would be if they were in it. I think about how I’d stay by their side forever, and how our lives would never be the same. It can be intimidating, sure, but I’ve had plenty of time to ponder this, believe me. Would you cook for me?:  Ahah–I can certainly try. My mother was the cook in my family, and therefore, she has the best recipes. I’m confident in finding something to your taste. Would you let me cook for you?:  Yes! I do love a home-cooked meal, and it means twice as much when my beloved made it.

[pauling-charlotte]

There was a brief pause of curiosity that fluttered over the Pauling’s delicate face as she registered the name on the application she found on her desk. Her heart winging faster in her chest just from the title on the page alone. With all that had passed between her and the Medic that had stolen her heart, Charlotte hadn’t yet considered what the holidays would mean for them. It had been so long since she had even fathomed celebrating anything at all, let alone a holiday for couples.

Of course, as the prim Pauling’s sea laid eyes slipped down the page over his points of persuasion, she felt the instant blossom of pink across the bridge of her nose. The Medic having a way with words that immediately brought to her imagination, the memory of their last encounter. Faintly flustered and thoroughly charmed, Charlotte neatly slid the form under the pages of her clipboard before setting off to find the man who had left it. Wanting to be certain that no one would see the intimate token if they happened to stop her along the way.

It was of course silly for her to feel so nervous about seeing Vinzenz again. However, her pulse couldn’t be reasoned with as it quickened with each step that brought her through his medical lab doors. Her mismatched pools of sand and water immediately finding the devilish Doctor responsible for all her internal fuss, as she slowed her approach toward his desk. It taking far more will power than she realized she would need to muster, just to simply not bleed a deep crimson at the sight of him again.

With the memories of his lips and all the paths they had recently paved across her body, tormentingly fresh in her mind. Charlotte bashfully hugged the clipboard against her petite chest as if that would somehow hinder his ability to see those thoughts coloring her cheeks. One of her hands absently reaching up to nervously adjust the thin frame of her reading glasses, with a soft smitten smile beginning to paint her lips. “Good afternoon, Mr. Rieger. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

@itsvinzenzdarling

[pauling-charlotte]

Valentine Application

Name:  Vinzenz Rieger Age:  Not important Do you like to cuddle?:  If you mean feeling every inch of your body under my fingertips, then yes. Aha–I jest. Yes, I love to cuddle. Unless…? Can we make-out?:  You don’t have to ask, darling. A night in or dinner out?:  Well, I’m….not the best chef, but I’d take you to an exquisite restaurant under the stars. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?:  Yes. What makes you a good Valentine?:  You see, my dear, when I fall for someone, it’s not some little crush. It’s not something I get over easily. They occupy my thoughts day in and day out, I’d rather not sleep because being awake is more appealing, not to mention the sensations I get whenever I think of them. I can feel my heart racing, I get butterflies in my stomach, my face heats up, among other things, ahah–But most importantly, I think about how much better my life would be if they were in it. I think about how I’d stay by their side forever, and how our lives would never be the same. It can be intimidating, sure, but I’ve had plenty of time to ponder this, believe me. Would you cook for me?:  Ahah–I can certainly try. My mother was the cook in my family, and therefore, she has the best recipes. I’m confident in finding something to your taste. Would you let me cook for you?:  Yes! I do love a home-cooked meal, and it means twice as much when my beloved made it.

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[pauling-charlotte]

Name: Lawrence Mundy Age: 30 Do you like to cuddle?: Yeah, sure Can we make-out?: wouldn’t be right not to on valentines day A night in or dinner out?: Night in. Getcha off your feet for a bit Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Eithers nice What makes you a good Valentine?: As a professional I can appreciate all the work ya do, but I know everyone needs a break sometime Would you cook for me?: Yeah. Might not be anything ya’d find in a fancy restaurant, but I can good some good dishes Would you let me cook for you?: Nah. You rest, I’ll handle it

@necklace-of-teeth

[pauling-charlotte]

There was a long pause that came from the Pauling as her mismatched sea lined gaze absorbed the words written out on the application she held. Her fragile heart sputtering unevenly in her chest as she was for a moment, forced to reread them a second time just simply to be certain they were real. Immediately Charlotte felt a kiss of heat against her cheeks as her eyes gave an unnecessary nervous glance around her office, as if expecting someone to suddenly be there to witness this clearly scandalous moment. When in truth it was only the weight of her own response to his charming words, that weighed on her conscious like guilt.

Flustered and uncertain what to do with the blatant application to be her Valentine, the prim Pauling carefully tucked away the paper under the many pages on her clipboard like a murder burying evidence. As if putting some distance between it and her fingertips would somehow diminish the effect it had, had on her. When in reality, all Charlotte could do was replay her previous interaction with the far too charming sniper, and his alluringly bold smile that had left her grasping for her thoughts as if they were smoke. Making the prospect of facing Lawrence professionally, feel utterly beyond her reach.

Overwhelmed by the emotions that she had worked so hard to smother down into her past, the posh Pauling did what had been doing best for the past seven years; distract herself with her work. Using the perfected skill set of overburdening herself with tasks that could easily be done over time instead of one sitting, Charlotte turned her focus on aspects of her life she felt more in control of. Fluttering about the base from one check list to another, she didn’t allow herself a real moment of peace to even contemplate what could blossom from the form Lawrence had left for her.

It wasn’t until she had reached the bare bones of what was left on her clipboard, that she was unable to ignore the implied question any longer. Would she be his Valintine? Anxiously Charlotte’s finger brushed over the edges of the paper in silent contemplation. Unable to fathom even giving an answer to the outrageous question, when some part of herself questioned if the sniper had even left the application at all. With the slim fear that she was allowing some sort of prank to play with her heart, the Pauling knew that the only way to know for sure was to face the man himself. Regardless of how the prospect made her stomach float into her chest.

With the protection of the setting sun keeping away any curious eyes from immediately noticing her, the posh Pauling set her path for Lawrence’s door. Collecting her crumbling resolve along the way as if she were trying to carry sand in her hands; just when she felt she had a firm grasp, more began to escape through her fingers. Leaving Charlotte more nervous than she would care to be as she timidly reached out to knock. Almost faulter in her decision before her knuckles made contact and sealed her fate; knowing full well that she wasn’t in the proper footwear to attempt a speedy escape before he could answer. As well as being aware that she would be embarrassed for life if she tried.

[pauling-charlotte]

Name: Lawrence Mundy Age: 30 Do you like to cuddle?: Yeah, sure Can we make-out?: wouldn’t be right not to on valentines day A night in or dinner out?: Night in. Getcha off your feet for a bit Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Eithers nice What makes you a good Valentine?: As a professional I can appreciate all the work ya do, but I know everyone needs a break sometime Would you cook for me?: Yeah. Might not be anything ya’d find in a fancy restaurant, but I can good some good dishes Would you let me cook for you?: Nah. You rest, I’ll handle it

@necklace-of-teeth

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[askboxmemethings]

My muse was given a love potion! The first person to send me an ask with "Mine!" will have my muse fall in love with them.

Bonus: For additional fun, my muse will think our muses are already in a relationship.

[pauling-charlotte]

Ⓐ (If you're still doing these.)

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours: (Based, of course, off their limited interactions.) Attractiveness: repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words Personality: grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible How likely they would have sex with them: not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex Level of Friendship: never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend || First impression of them: I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them Current impression of them: (Currently her impression is the same until they have interacted more.) I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them How good of a kisser: worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[pauling-charlotte]

Thank you everyone for the asks. I am slowly going through my inbox and drafts, and as always, I appreciate your patience. 

[rpboxmemes]

valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

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