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kittysamzkewlz19 · 5 months ago

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Medusa Ex Makina

Chapter 1: Welcome to Mordhaus

Rated: M for Mature

Warnings: Peeping toms, a bit of canon typical misogyny, slapstick violence

Author’s note: Finally, new content for Makina! Are the boys a bit ooc, possibly? I’m really going for a mix of canon and my interpretations for the boys. Any feedback in the replies would be appreciated. -w-;;

The klokateers began unloading Makina’s belongings and escorting the young fletchling metal artist around the haus. Nathan and the band agreed to let Makina stay with them, but of course there was a bit of hesitancy from his bandmates. “I mean does she really have to stay in her own room, couldn’t she share one with you?” Murderface complained, crossing his arms and leaning against the entrance of the newly cleaned out room. “Fuck no! I don’t want her in my personal space.” The others mumbled in agreement. “I am just hopes she put in good furnintures. And its not too girlys and pinks.” Skwisgaar said as he fidgeted with his guitar. “I don’t think you’d need to worry, she’s kind of goth looking. I bet you she’s got a few band posters.” Pickles blurted out. “Excuse me sires, her furniture has arrived.” A klokateer stated, the band moved a bit out of the way to see what kind of objects would arrive. First came a black mahogany cabinet, then came a large black and red dresser that had intricate rose vines on the sides, a slick black computer desk with a black and red leather gaming chair, a red heart shaped vanity mirror, and a Victorian style bed frame with black sheer princess curtains fastened by small silver demon skulls. “Told ya so.” Pickles said in a smarmy manner. But that’s where the normal furniture ended and the weirder things came in. Next was a stone statue of cerberus, a marble black replica of Adonis with demon-like features, and a life sized coffin shelf with a lid. It wasn’t too bad, after all they have demonic statues all over Mordland. However, what really caught their eyes were a few picture frames with their posters inside. “Oh shit, we better not have another ‘Trindle’ situation on our hands.” Murderface cautioned. That name alone made Nathan’s toes curl, especially when their last encounter resulted in her exploded face landing on his lips. He silently prayed that Makina wasn’t going to be as obsessive. More Klokateers arrived and placed some unopened boxes in her room as Makina walked towards them with one klokateer presenting her with her new living quarters. “Any further questions, my liege?”

”Not really but, wow you guys got a lot of facilities!”

”Then I’ll leave you to unpack your things, if you need any assistance just call for us.” Makina was awkwardly silent, she looked directly at Nathan and shyly waved. He tilted his head in confusion and slightly waved back. She then went straight into her new room and closed the door behind her. “Maybes we shoulds gives her space?” Toki suggested, but the others ignored him and slowly peaked behind the doorway. Makina took out her phone, tapped a few buttons, and placed it on the dresser. It began playing ‘Kill You’ by Snakes and Barrels. “Whoa, deep cut!” Nathan whispered. Pickles was more baffled than anything, meanwhile Murderface was trying to push past Skwisgaar to see what was happening. Makina then pulled out a swiss army knife hidden from her boot and cut open one of the boxes. She began placing the items around the room. From very cool anime statues, to a plastic black skull with pink gems in its eyes, she had quite the eclectic collection. Another box opened and she began setting up a fancy looking desktop computer. She kept opening boxes and setting up her room till she was finally down to the posters. Makina took a good look at them and sighed. ‘It would be embarrassing as hell if I put these up. I live with them now, god they’d think I’m one of those fans. Hmm… I’ll put them in the closet.’ She opened her cabinet and placed it in the very back. The band still watching with judgemental eyes whispered a collective sigh of relief. Makina stretched and grabbed her phone off of the dresser, pausing the music, and took off her boots. She layed on her new bed, cuddling a little demonic kitten plush and began scrolling on her phone while the others kept watching on. Murderface couldn’t take it anymore and walked back a few steps before ramming his body straight into Skwisgaar. Like a domino, the tall swede hit his face on Makina’s door with a loud thump. It opened wide and Makina turned to face the men sheepishly staring at her, Skwisgaar was entirely face planted into the floor. Makina hid the kitty plush and sat up straight as if she was caught in some trouble. She looked down at Skwisgaar and hid her smile with her hand, not wanting to laugh at the egotistical guitarist. “Uh… Are you guys good there?” The band silently nodded, the air became unnecessarily tense. “Well, off to jack off. Nice room bud.” Murderface blurted out, walking away from the awkward situation he caused. “Yeah and I needs to find… somethings for my… watch? Oh looks I founds it Ok bye!” Toki swiftly escaped behind Murderface. Pickles and Nathan helped Skwisgaar get off the floor, “Um… snacks are in the kitchen if you want any.” Pickles added as he helped his band mates out of Makina’s room. Makina nods and watches the men fumble about as they exit into the hallway, closing her door. “Well thats ams embarassings. Way to go Murderface.” Skwisgaar yelled as Murderface rolled his eyes. “I thought for sure she would have taken her shirt off.”

”That was not why we were spying on her.” Nathan stated, “Right guys?” The room was dead silent with a pregnant pause, “Wow, you’re all so mature.” They all ended up waltzing into the living room and plopped down on the scattered couches. “Looks on the brights sides, she’s ams not crazys or too girlies! I thinks shes cools.”

”Yeah, but then again you never know Toki. We’ll just have to wait and see.” Pickles stated as he leaned back into the couch.

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Makina’s mind began to circle, ‘Were they testing me to see how metal I am? Oh god did they see the posters?! Well at least they didn’t see these little guys.’ Makina sat up and hopped off the bed and tiptoed over to the other side of the room, she ripped up the tape from one little box she had yet to open. Inside were a whole slew of Dethklok memorabilia; CDs, photo cards, and magazines. But the largest items in the box were a set of 12 inch plushies of Dethklok; each one had little colorful printed dot eyes, yarn like hair and a soft plush fabric texture. Makina lovingly petted each doll on the head and lifted the Skwisgaar one. She cuddled the plush close to her face, rubbing it like a cat would. “They’ll never know about you babies.” Makina cooed as she carefully placed all 5 of the dolls in her wardrobe along with the rest of the merchandise, planting a little kiss on each plush’s forehead. She silently hoped that none of Dethklok, let alone her mentor, would ever find out about her fanaticism for them. Makina would rather be buried alive than for that to happen. Finally her room was complete. But now a new problem arose, what to do next. Pickles did say there was food in the kitchen, maybe a light snack would ease her mind. As she opened her door, Makina realized how large her newfound home was. Not like the small apartment she had been living in before. Even after the tour, she still felt as if she could get lost. The kitchen shouldn’t be too far from where she was, right? Just so she wouldn’t get more lost, Makina dug into her hoodie pockets and found an old receipt. Closing the door, she placed the receipt in between the door frame, making sure it stuck out like a tiny flag. ‘That ‘oughta do it.’ Makina thought to herself triumphantly. ‘Now to find the kitchen!’ With determination, Makina began wandering down the brick and mortar halls of the death metal castle.

One door led to a public bathroom with a large ornate fountain in the center and a slew of urinals that spanned every inch of the walls. Another door led to a small workout room that only ever seemed to be touched by klokateers. And another door led to one of the largest libraries Makina had ever seen, but every door she opened seemed to be the wrong one and at this rate she could be wandering the halls forever. Then she spotted a familiar sight, the receipt hanging from her door frame. ‘Shit, I went around in a complete circle! How did I do that?!’ Makina was easily ready to call it quits, there was no way she was ever going to find something as simple as the kitchen at this rate. When in a flash, she remembered something. Opening up the door to her room, placing the receipt back in her pocket, she swung open her wardrobe, and dug through her Dethklok memorabilia. “Hell yeah, it’s still intact!” Makina exclaimed, lifting an old brochure in the air as if it was a hidden treasure in a video game. Opening up the brochure it read;

“Fan Day: 2006. Welcome to Mordland. Home of world famous death metal band, Dethklok. This map will help you navigate the areas of Mordhaus we will allow you to see.”

Makina quickly took a picture of the map on her phone and gingerly put it back amongst her other memorabilia. “Hopefully this map will be accurate enough.” she quietly hoped. Replacing the receipt in the door frame, she opened her phone’s gallery to the map as she began to follow it. Left, right, left again, straight, turn left again. She looked up from her phone and finally made it to an unfamiliar door. It was much larger than the other doors she had seen so far, like the entrance of a throne room. Excitingly she opened it, only to be met with slight disappointment. Inside was a room full of marine life, and to the side was a humongous black and red bed with large razor blades in the back. There were gentle hues of blue and green lights mixed with the golden glows of the octopus fixtures above each window, and a few fish swam in circles amongst the massive tanks. But the most beautiful thing Makina saw was the peach glow of the sunset that shimmered through a red stained glass window, twinkling like a thousand fairy lights. As fantastical as the room was, it still wasn’t the kitchen. Makina closed the door to the room and tried following the directions again. Left, right, left again, straight, this time going right instead of left. Another door, ‘Please let this not be a bedroom.’ As if fate itself had jinxed her, poor Makina was once again fooled. This was instead a stereotypical office, styled as if it was from 1983. The time capsule of an office had a large desk with a window looking out towards the golf course field down below. There were frumpy orange leather couches that look like they haven’t been sat in for ages, a few miscellaneous wooden award plaques, and a large steel shelf with an assortment of ikea lamps. ‘Definitely, not the kitchen. This must have been where that famous manager of theirs used to work. I wonder where he is now?’ Makina took one more look around, examining one of the plaques that read, “1st place, Charles Foster Offdensen, 1985 National fencing tournament”. Makina exited the room disappointed. ‘If this keeps up I’m going to lose my head. Let’s try one more time.’ Right, left, right again, straight, then turn right. The sounds of a eurobeat song can faintly be heard, following the melody of a remixed Fur Elise, Makina sighed in relief to find her way to the recreational living room.

The music came from Toki playing a DanceDance Revolution arcade machine, she was stunned to see him practically break dancing on the console. “Oh hey, glad to see you came out of your room.” Makina turned around to face Pickles, relaxed on the couch with his arms spread open, leaning into the vampiric sofa with a bottle of beer in his right hand. Pickles beckoned Makina to come and sit next to him. “Yeah, I just got… really super lost. This place is like a palace maze and I still couldn’t find the kitchen.”

“Really now, it’s not that hard!”

“That’s ‘cause you lived here longer than me, I just got here.” Makina pouted, Pickles tried to hold in his laughter. “Geez kiddo, do we have to give you a GPS or something?” Makina whipped out her phone with the picture of the map she was using, Pickles bursted out with a guffaw and a small set of tears began to form from his eyes. “Oh god, you’re killing me! You- HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Makina’s face turned bright red, “I’m sorry, this was the only thing I had to go off of!”

“No no, it’s- cough, holy shit. That thing was from over a decade ago. We’ve done a few renovations since then.”

“How was I supposed to know that!?” Makina yelled with frustration and embarrassment. Pickles patted her on the back, “Relax Makina, we should have been more upfront is all.” The music from Toki’s game had died down as the brunette wiped his brow. He walked toward the pair and sat next to Makina gleefully. “Hi Makis!” Toki beamed as the conversation shifted towards him. Makina’s eyes widened, “Oh hi Toki, I didn’t think you would be so casual.”

“Casuals, I thoughts we coulds bes more friendlies withs each others since you ams new in da house. We ams roomies nows!” Makina placed a hand over her mouth, her face flushed again, ‘Oh god, the fanbooks were true. Toki can be a real sweetheart!’ she thought to herself. “That’s really kind of you, it was just unexpected is all. No one has called me Maki before.” Pickles took a swig from his beer, “I thought for sure that your friends would’ve done that.” Makina looked away from the two musicians and down at her own hands. “Not really. I mean, the nickname they gave me eventually became my stage name, Medusa. But I don’t mind being called Maki, I actually find it refreshing.” Pickles couldn’t comprehend the tinge of sadness in her voice, but he knew they must have hit a nerve of some kind. “Anyway, uh… where did everyone else go?” Makina said inquisitively as she attempted to change the subject. “Skwisgaar wents to his rooms, Moidaface and Nathans are in da kitchens.” Makina’s ears perked up, her eyes twitched a little bit, “Toki, could you do me a favor and lead me to the kitchen. I’ve been trying to find it all day.” Pickles gave a small hand gesture to Toki behind Makina’s back and he nodded, “Sure Makis, it ams easys to finds!” the Norseman said with glee. He grabbed Makina’s hand and began leading her towards the kitchen.

“Sees it ams just over heres!” Toki exclaimed, he pointed towards a large double door, much like the ones Makina had seen before. They opened to find a silvery chrome tiled floor, a big saw blade table and chair set, and to either side of the walls were large cupboards and kitchen appliances. To Makina’s right, there was another beautiful red stained glass window shining down. It seemed that the twilight was slowly seeping in as its shine was much duller than earlier that day. Makina turned around to see how far away she was from the living room, to her left she could see her room door just in the distance with the small receipt flag still sticking out of her door frame. Instinctively Makina bapped her head with a small smack. “It was only a few doors down?!” Makina gritted her teeth, holding back her anger. “Yeps, tolds ya it was easys.” Toki said with a chipper tone. Nathan and Murderface turned to see Makina and Toki looming around the doorway. “Hey, good of you to finally come out of your room Makina.” Murderface called out. Makina sighed and waved back, “We’ve been trying to get this open and it’s really fucking stuck.” Murderface pointed at the brown jug on the table, it was a fancy growler of craft beer with a Brazilian label. “Yeah, shit’s really stuck.” Nathan chimed in, “Oh, that’s whys yous guys been takings so longs.” Makina examined the jug more carefully and saw that there was a silver ring connected by 2 small metal hinges on either side, the cork had a red ring around the bottom near the mouth of the jug as it connected to the metal bits. “I wanted to use my knife to smash it open, but somebody didn’t want me to.” Murderface sneered at Nathan, “It’s the only fucking one of it’s kind, they don’t make this type anymore!” Suddenly, POP! The men turned to see Makina and the growler wide opened, it’s fizzy contents were sprayed all over her fingers. She wiped her soppy beer hands on her jacket. “How’d you do that?” Nathan questioned in surprise. “It’s a swing handle, you squeeze it really hard and it pops like champagne.”

“Holy shit, how’d you figure that out so fast?!” Murderface interjected, “My dad and I lived above a rock and roll bar, it was owned by his friend and he taught me beer stuff.”

“Wowee, was theres evers anys live shows at thems bars?” Makina nodded, “That’s how I got into metal.” She turned back to the jug, and gestured to Murderface and Nathan. “You might wanna wipe that down, the neck is a bit sticky.” She stepped aside so that the two men could pour a few glasses of beer. “Uh… you want any?” Murderface offered Makina a glass, “Murderface, no! She’s just a kid!”

“Am not, I’m an adult thank you very much! And yes, I’ll take one!” Nathan’s eyes widened, “Hang on, no fucking way. When were you born?” Murderface handed Makina a glass of beer and she chugged half it down. “October 31st, 1985, during the witching hour!”

“Ooh, watch out. We got a spooky bitch in Mordhaus.” Murderface teased playfully as he wiped the beer from his mustache. Makina rolled her eyes, “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”

“Hangs on a minutes, you ams a year older than Tokis? That’s imposkables!” Makina turned back to Toki with a look of shock in her eyes. Before she could retort, a klokateer walked in, “Sires, dinner is ready in the main hall.”

“Fuck yeah finally!” Murderface cheered as Toki followed suit. Makina watched on wistfully, thinking to herself that she’d probably get a separate dinner time from the band. Nathan patted her on the shoulder, “You too kid.” Makina shyly nodded and walked behind Nathan as they made their way to the dining room.

The amps and guitars that surrounded the walls were a major juxtaposition to the more medieval decor around the room. There was a long steel dining room table with red and black accents and 5 embellished blade chairs surrounding it. Skwisgaar was fiddling away at his guitar and across from him Pickles greeted the 4 of them. Toki excitedly sat next to the blonde, much to his chagrin. Murderface ran as fast as he could to sit next to Pickles and Nathan sat at the head of the table. Makina began to back away slowly, she didn’t want to cause the band any more trouble in accommodating her. One more step back and she bumped into the chest of a very tall, intimidating klokateer. Their meer stature sent shivers up her spine, as well as the large burn scar on his left forearm. “Sires, where do you want the girl placed?” The klokateer asked, “Oh right, umm… put a chair at the end of the table.” Nathan suggested as he pointed to the other head of the table. The klokateer bowed their head and left to find another chair. Makina moved to the side of the door as more klokateers came with cloches of food on little bellhop carts. Behind them was a man that shook Makina to her core, a zombie looking figure wearing a gray head chef’s uniform. Makina was used to seeing the undead in movies and haunted houses, she knew those actors used makeup and practical special effects, not this guy. His horrifying visage and slow movements almost made her want to scream in fear, but she pursed her lips so as to not cause a scene. The walking corpse’s head snapped looking directly at Makina and started to walk closer, he smelled of smoke and fire as if he was grilled alive. Makina walked back further into the corner of the dining hall until she was completely trapped by the ghoulish man closing in on her. She tried to put on a brave face so that Dethklok wouldn’t call her a coward, and out of pure instinctive adrenaline… BAM! Makina had uppercutted the cadaver in the face, sending him flying 2 feet away from her. All eyes were on Makina as the chef fell to the floor. “Medusa, what was that for?!” Murderface shouted angrily, “That guy is our personal chef, Jean-Pierre!”

“Yeah, that’s our chef!” Pickles added. “I-I’m so sorry! I thought he was going to bite me!”

“I would never do such a barbaric thing mademoiselle, I simply wanted to properly introduce myself to you.” Jean-Pierre said while dribbling saliva from his lower jaw. “My deepest apologies chef, I didn’t expect you to um… well…”

“Look the way I do? Compréhensible, I was never the same after the dethcopter accident. But I am very thankful to be alive, even though I was shoddily sewn back together.” Makina knelt down to help Jean-Pierre from the ground and properly shook his hand. The Frenchman lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it politely. The klokateer from earlier came back with another chair and had set it down. Makina followed Jean-Pierre as he pulled out her chair for her, she sat down and a servant poured a glass of red wine in a shiny silver goblet. The cloches opened and revealed a gourmet 5 star meal of; 2 lamb chops with a juniper berry garlic sauce, sliced and roasted yukon potatoes in duck fat, caprese salad with the freshest mozzarella cheese drizzled with a homeblend vinaigrette, and a cup of cheesy penny bun mushroom risotto. Nathan lifted his glass, “I don’t usually do shit like this, so uh… To Makina. Welcome to Mordhaus.” Makina lifted her glass to air the toast going around. She then looked directly at Skwisgaar, eyeing how silent he was throughout the whole time she had been near him. Even at Doom-opolis, he had been utterly silent. But why? The lingering thought was pressed into the back of her mind as she began to feast along with the band, that was a worry for a different day. For now, Makina’s only worry was to enjoy the newfound company of Dethklok.

#makina ‘medusa’ gorgon #medusa ex makina #metalocalypse #mtl oc #fanfic #arc 1 #chapter 1 #peeping toms #slapstick violence #canon typical misogyny

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mlobsters · 1 year ago

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supernatural s7e2 hello, cruel world (w. ben edlund)

HALLUCIFER Right. You think this fruit-bat fever dream is reality? You come back, I'm sorry, with no soul like some peppy American Psycho, till Saint Dean glues you back together again by buying you some magic amnesia. You’re real. I’m very real. Everything between is what we call set dressing.

heart is breaking for sam already

HALLUCIFER You’re still in my cell. You’re my bunkmate, buddy. You’re my little bitch, in every sense of the term.

in general i am overly literal and what i see is what i get when it comes to show canon but i'm trying so hard to hold tight to the illusion in my mind that hell-torture for sam and dean didn't involve rape but they're making it really fucking hard. there's been other references, i think one in the last ep no less. just keep thinking to myself "gloss over it, they're just being edgy, they don't actually mean it". i start to get real upset if i think about it so yeah.

i know i'm wearing the wincest goggles but again i feel like i am capable of picking up what a show is putting down regardless of a ship i might be invested in, but i feel like i'm losing it with cas and dean's relationship level. i feel like we have seen so little of cas in general, that they keep TALKING about how they're all close but we've seen so little of it?? i'd think with 22 episodes a season they'd have room to establish this onscreen 🥴 but here's dean crying over presumed-dead cas. i guess i'm just gonna have to go with it and stop complaining about sHoW doN't TeLL

god what is this weird music transition into the doobie brothers black water - just because the lyrics work does not mean the music does :P hard left turn after mushy dead cas scene. i fear i have slipped into overly critical mode

short and gruff version of hannibal tending will graham's wounded hands post-tier

i get that dean's freaked out and scared but he's being such an asshole to sam

what an exceptionally cruel hallucination they're giving sam. i might need to look up how long he deals with this before it gets fixed because.....

DEAN Yeah, well. I’m not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box. I’m fine. Really.

big fat fuck you, dean. you can't out tough psychosis.

BOBBY Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you're fine.

one of the best friends you ever had. ok. O K. (nevermind how depressingly in-the-basement-low the bar is being the number of people he could call friends he's had)

looks like bobby's computer got an upgrade! seems untitled 1 and 2 desktop has made it to the actual desktop 😂

s6e4 weekend at bobby's his 3.1 desktop LOL

okay so hell politics, heaven politics, the clear next step is purgatory politics. who is the boss of the leviathans *pulls out the org chart* (god i just don't care)

sam's hallucinating dean now, great. do not like

DEAN This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!

little gift to wincest kink writers everywhere, dean helping sam by inflicting pain

DEAN Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I’m the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy. DEAN Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand? SAM Yeah. Yeah, okay.

dean looks like he might fall over he's so relieved.

DEAN (on phone) You cannot be in that crater back there. I can’t… If you’re gone, I swear, I am going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and I’m gonna drive us off the pier. You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good! Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?

well this is awful. first hallucifer encouraging sam to kill himself repeatedly and now dean saying this. also do not like.

(also very serious things happening and then that cheesy ass special effects on the leviathan's face -_-)

the winchesters getting an ambulance and going to the hospital for an injury, wonders never cease.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x02 #ben edlund #spn desktop background update

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eldritch-nightmare · 1 year ago

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about me.

uh. fuck idk what to put here. howdy! you can call me v, or literally any name that starts with the letter v idc, and this is my blog! currently, all of the content here will be related to creepypasta, marble hornets, slashers, and dead by daylight but maybe one day in the future i will branch out and write for other fandoms. i’m 20 and i’m fine with any pronouns.

i could honestly talk about myself for hours uh. i’m a big fan of video games and horror related stuff! i also really like music (as seen through the fact that the desktop site of my blog has a music player) and have a habit of assigning songs to random creepypastas for no real reason. i’m always open to song recs, and i might recommend a few songs myself!

uhhhh idk if it's obvious or not but i'm a big fan of dbd!! so if u ever wanna play together just ask, i love playing w people <3 (solo qs r so. so bad im sorry)

i don’t just write here. i also write on my quotev account. yes, i know, i still have quotev. it’s my little safe space.

#about me.

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warmlylife · 2 years ago

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#Warmly Home #Green Table Clock

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AAAAA OMG I JUST HAD A THOUGHT AFTER WATCH A VIDEO RECENTLY !! but imagine in streamer au! the boys receive a special package from mihoyo (yk the 'mimo's gift' package??) where it's just a custom bundle of things like merchandises from jenshin, along with other merch from their other games. BUT THERES A TWIST!! like a customary postcard where you, their fave character, thanks them for travelling alongside you or smth AAA JUST A CUTE THOUGHT ABT OUR CUTE BOYS 🥰🥰🥰🥰

NONNIE THIS IS SO CUTE WAITGHKDSGSL

masterlist

taglist : @chirumi @vievi @kageyuji @lilikags @test-tube @constellarations @kazuqha @kzmkenmaa @hadesaedes @thetwinkims @mincoded @mimion @yumetao @spencerwashere @venti-loving-hours @sweetstrawberrybabe @astrealia @melancholia-k @reogou @todorokichills @astrobunny @mirakeul @ttaechi @tkooooop @irethepotato @that-sunshine @dai-tsukki-desu @mikachuchu @xinhs @coimedia

before we start, the mimo gift package, for those who don’t know, is a box with a thank you letter signed by da wei, 2 bits of merch from each of mihoyo’s games (genshin impact, honkai impact 3rd, tears of themis) and a separate drawer underneath w/ an acrylic standee, photocards of lumi from nova desktop and some merch from houkai gakuen 2/gun girls z. it was given to content creators of all kinds to show their appreciation and gratitude for producing content !!

𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

he wasn’t expecting to receive such a thing from mhy, but he’s incredibly grateful regardless !!

so when he started his stream and told his viewers it would be starting a little differently this time around, they were curious of course but ready to accept whatever he would put out

so just imagine their shock and excitement when he showed them the mimo gift he would be unboxing live on stream :’D

albedo didn’t know what he was expecting, but a thank you letter signed by the ceo was most definitely not it

felt quite touched by that, ngl

puts the letter neatly back in the envelope and begins the unboxing !!

now, he’s heard of the company’s other games and has basic knowledge on each of them, but not a lot to the point he can name each character so his chat help him out with the names !!

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

kiana kaslana acrylic keychain

raiden mei badge

omg he got kiamei captains in chat are screaming

for the tot merch he got :

artem wing acrylic keychain & badge

honestly? not that much of a reaction to them since he doesn’t know the games and characters well enough to give one (he assumes from the onslaught of keyboard smashes and screaming in caps that they’re fan favourites of some sort) !!

now it’s time for the genshin merch !!

in the first box he opens, he gets a hu tao mini acrylic stand/keychain !!

has a lil smile on his face bc it’s so cute and he’s just appreciating the chibi art :((

setting that up next to him so his viewers can see it, he moves onto the next box, where he finds a...

oh.

it’s a kaeya badge.

. . .

well, moving on—

nO BUT REALLY HE TOOK ONE DEAD GLANCE AT IT AND PUT IT BACK IN THE BOX 〒▽〒

kaeya truly is a menace to albedo and he won’t tolerate it <//3

his chat is just “KEKW”-ing and some are “D:” at him for this criminal act

he ignores them and moves onto the the mini drawer HJKJDS

but his peace doesn’t last for long bc as soon as he opens it, well,,,

he gets a kaeya acrylic standee

. . .

immediately turns it face-down and puts it back in the mini drawer while chat are losing their marbles once again at this (unfortunate) turn of events <//3

where’s his merch of u :((

also somewhat brushes over the gun girls z + lumi merch since he isn’t well-versed in this area too !!

but then he notices another ??? letter ???

“isn’t there only supposed to be one letter?”

him and chat are confusion

so he opens it to see what it is, only to nearly drop it in sheer shock

dear traveler,

it’s been a while since we last talked face-to-face, huh? i hope you’re not running into trouble somewhere out there in the other nations like you seem to do all the time. i was working on some experiments and suddenly thought of you, so i guess i’m writing to you now!

i’m getting off topic, but i just wanted to say thank you for all the memories we’ve created thus far, and i look forward to many more in the upcoming future!

yours truly, (y/n).

currently has a very proud and wobbly grin on his face as he puts ur letter in a frame to keep beside his monitor <33

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

LITERALLY SO HYPED TO HAVE RECEIVED THIS BC ???? FREE OFFICIAL MERCH ?????

HECK YEA

before he even started his stream for the live unboxing he tweeted out an image of the package with a caption of :

guess who’s mihoyo’s favourite child?

me :)

so when he starts his stream he’s all excited and hyping the unboxing session up, so much so he doesn’t even bother doing an intro for his viewers or for his youtube video and starts opening the box

chat are “KEKWait”-ing like crazy bc no, he won’t wait when u could be waiting in there for him <//3

starts commentating without further notice so his viewers just have to sit there and listen with no introduction whatsoever KJHFLG

so he starts his unboxing by reading through the thank you letter and is just so smug about getting it

fully believes he’s carrying mhy as a streamer for them <//3

props it up somewhere against one of his monitors and immediately goes back to the mimo gift to start the official unboxing !!

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

durandal acrylic keychain

kiana kaslana badge

for the tot merch he got :

vyn richter acrylic keychain & badge

literally cheered and fist pumped in the air when he got a durandal keychain — one of his honkai mains

ignored vyn and just thought he looked like a doctor of sorts <//3

and now he finally unboxes the genshin merch (crossing his fingers and begging he gets u in one of them)

opens the first box: barbara mini acrylic keychain/stand

blinks at it once while chat are spamming “POGCRAZY” before assembling it and putting it next to the rest of the merch

opens the second box: qiqi badge !!

chat once again “POGCRAZY” while he just resigns and nods in defeat at the fact he lost an irl 50/50 to qiqi and didn’t get u <//3

still thought it was cute tho HKHDL

he’s aware of the mini drawer underneath and the stuff that will be inside it already, so he just goes through the motions with a pout on his lips :((

has a smol smile at the sight of the xinyan acrylic standee tho (she’s one of his favourite charas !!) but still has remnants of a pout at not getting anything of u

well, until he sees a letter that’s most definitely not supposed to be there

hey there, traveler!

it’s been a while since we last saw one another, let alone had a spar with each other, so have me sending you this letter as compensation since i know you’re missing me right now!— “yes. yes i do.”

wait, that’s besides the point. anyway, my reason for writing this letter is pretty simple; it’s to say thank you for creating exciting memories on our travels. i don’t want this to get sappy so i’ll stop here— “no, no, please continue...” but remember that, if you ever need anything, i’m more than happy to help!

your bestest sparring buddy, (y/n).

literally clutches his heart and keels over while chat is losing their mind

u called yourself his bestest sparring buddy :((( actually squealing and banging his head on his desk btw <33

(he put ur letter in the arms of ur plushie so it looks like ur holding it on display for him)

(retweets his og tweet with a picture of plushie!u holding ur letter just to further prove he’s the favourite child)

𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

straight away nearly drops the box when trying to hold it up for his chat to see <//3

thought the box design was super cute though !!

no really

he spent a good 10 minutes just straight up appreciating and praising the box before his chat started yelling (though words, ofc) at him to open the box

cried when he read the thank you letter mihoyo included inside

full on ugly sobbing (is currently unaware that he’ll be bawling later on)

before even looking at the other packages he gets up from his spinny gamer chair and goes out of shot

chat’s wondering what he’s up to this time, only to see him return about a minute later with a picture frame in hand and two tissues stuffed up his nose

he’s just really touched ok :((

starts going on an emotional rant about how he’s grateful to mhy and that he’s happy to be part of the genshin community like he’s won an oscar

now he has the letter framed and hanging up somewhere on the wall behind him !!

anywhoodles

he starts to make his way through the lil gift boxes and, even though he doesn’t know their other games like honkai impact 3rd, tears of themis & gun girls z, his reactions to them and their designs are still really wholesome !!

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

yae sakura acrylic keychain (thought it was that one ’really cool fox lady’ and got really confused on why she was in the honkai merch until chat told him it was yae sakura not yae miko)

kallen kaslana badge

for the tot merch he got :

luke pearce acrylic keychain & badge

thought luke was a very cool and good looking guy

now it’s time for the genshin merch !!

in the first box he opens, he finds a ganyu badge !! (has a massive grin on his face bc he thinks the design is really really cute ><)

the second box he opens contains a—

oh my god

oh mY GOD ?!?”?!?

it was a smol xiao acrylic stand/keychain !!!

was infinitely happy with that bc :

“look! it’s ma boy, xiao!! :D”

also thought the lil chibi xiao was positively adorable and set it up next to his main monitor screen

shakes the box around for a bit trying to see if there’s anything else he missed and the drawer part nearly flies off at how hard he’s shaking it <//3

when he opens it up with chat watching he nearly flings the poor box at the wall and literally leaps into the air with sparkling eyes and grin so wide that someone watching could even feel it

chat didn’t get to see what made him so hyper, but they could probably guess

so when he holds up the standee of zhongli, they all get really confused bc they were sure it was u he got one of ???

“huh? well, yeah, it would be poggers to get one of (y/n), but i never won my 50/50 on zhongli so this means i won his real-life 50/50!”

chat are now too soft to make fun of the fact he used poggers in real-life language

after setting up his zhongli standee beside his mini xiao one, he sifts through the lumi photocards and gun girls z merch and set them aside too !!

chat thought that was all (given some other content creators only got those things so they thought it was finished), but the confused sounds coming from itto make them spam “?????” in chat

as it stands, there was another letter

itto asked chat if there was supposed to be another one, but they said no, so now he thinks he just got special treatment from mhy

and, well, he was right HJKJHLDS

to traveler,

i would just like to say it’s been a lot of fun going out on adventures with you! i don’t think i’ve had this much fun in a long while, and there’s never a dull day with you— “heck yeah there isn’t!!” so i guess i just want to convey my thanks for everything you’ve done, and if you ever find yourself in a tricky situation, know you can always count on me and i’ll be there to save ya!

although i’m not like xiao who will appear at the call of my name, i’m certain i can come just as quick.

your one and only, (y/n).

. . .

it’s pretty silent for a few seconds, and chat begin to worry through their tears bc of that message until an ugly sob from their strimmer breaks the silence

starts wailing and repeating “I LOVE YOU”s at ur letter in hopes that u can hear his love for u <333

takes out mhy’s thank you letter from the frame and replaces it with yours instead

𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

man took one look at the brown packaging and already knew what was inside it straight away (spoiler: it’s the mimo gift !!)

went into the Just Chatting category for a chill stream w/ the title “Mimo Gift Unboxing Today” and almost instantaneously his community just came flooding in and were so hyped that he received the mimo gift package :((

starts spamming his (Y/N)Nation emote to wish him luck in the irl RNG for u <33

takes 10 minutes to ramble and appreciate the design and aesthetics of the box and his chat are’t even mad about it bc it just means they get to hear him speak more

eventually though, he does open the box and is pleasantly surprised at the official letter thanking him for contributing to the community !!

has a small smile and gently props it up against the lid of the box ;w;

he knows quite a bit about the other games (namely key lore points and the basic premise of them) so he’s not too unfamiliar with the characters in them !!

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

fu hua acrylic keychain

bronya zaychik badge

for the tot merch he got :

marius von hagen acrylic keychain & badge

like albedo, he doesn’t have that much thought about them but still appreciates the merchandise and effort put into it !!

(is glad he got fu hua tho bc out of all the honkai characters, he likes her the most !!)

but now he goes into the genshin unboxing !!

truth be told, he doesn’t mind the characters he gets since he believes they all have their own unique charms and he appreciates them all (but he would rather get u, and his chat know this very well)

so he opens the first box and !!! he gets a mini acrylic keychain/stand of you !!

his smile and the way his eyes soften melt the hearts of his community and so many ppl clipped it KJHDSJL

attaches ur mini acrylic keychain to his wallet so he can always proudly show u off to ppl when he’s making his irl purchases in irl shops <33

and the next box he opens shows a badge with yanfei !! props them both up beside the letter and honkai + tot merch on the box !!

now taht he’s finished the main part, he opens the drawer to see what’s inside and—

he got ur standee ?!?!!?

*cue zhongli happi smile*

LITERALLY COULD NOT HAVE BEEN BETTER THAN THIS ????

but it soon does when he sees the extra letter, and chat are positively losing their marbles for their beloved strimmer <333

dearest traveler,

how have you been faring? i do hope all is well with you, and that you are taking care of yourself on your travels. it’s been some time since we first met and i can say with absolute confidence that i have no regrets in meeting you. though i may have walked through this world for many millennia, your company is the first i have enjoyed this much in a long while.

thank you for your company and tales of different worlds, and do pay a visit to liyue when you have the chance to.

until then, (y/n).

has such a soft little smile painting his lips as he rereads ur letter :((

zhongli has never been more grateful to have become a streamer than he currently is right now

𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

his package actually arrived during a stream of him soloing bosses with only u in the party (at his chat’s constant request, even though he would’ve done it anyway), where ayaka came in to tell him there was a delivery for him

(don’t mind chat spamming hearts for ayaka’s appearance)

he kept streaming ur solo tho even after she put it beside him <//3

but after he finished the run + yt video, he got to opening the package !! and turns out it was the mimo gift ?!?!

shocker—

was actually quite touched tho !! his chat were very happy, and it was shown in the “widepeepoHappy” + “widekamiHappy” emotes filling his chat box !!

so he opens the box and finds mhy’s thank you letter on top !! he may not explicitly look it, but he was incredibly touched by the message (and the fact he can now flaunt he has a letter signed by da wei himself)

tucks it back into the envelope and sets it to the side while chat are increasingly becoming more and more hyped up

when he sees the boxes however, he gets a little slumped since he doesn’t know all that much about the other games aside from genshin

the only things he knows is : one has women, the other has men.

that’s it.

anywho—

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

rita rossweisse acrylic keychain

seele vollerei badge

for the tot merch he got :

artem wing acrylic keychain & badge

once again, he doesn’t know much about the characters to give much of a reaction, but his chat seem happy so he supposes he got good ones ???

well either way as long as his chat are happy then it’s fine

now as for the genshin merch boxes, the first one he opens contains a mini acrylic keychain/stand of venti !!

he’s actually quite happy with that and finds it rather adorable

the next one he opens has a badge of kfc diluc !!

ngl, he was not expecting that, but he’s pleased regardless (proceeds to ignore his chat going ballistic at kfc diluc badge HKJHF)

he’s quite happy with them and, although he would’ve preferred getting u instead, he still has hope for the mini drawer !!

and lo and behold !!!!

it’s a standee of u !!!!!

doesn’t even bother concealing the grin slipping onto his face and chat aren’t even surprised considering their strimmer won all ur 50/50s <//3

he sets it up with the most caring touch anyone has laid eyes upon and places it beside his keyboard so ur always there :((

he then sees ??? another ??? letter ?????

when his chat see it they get confused as well bc there’s only supposed to be one (the letter from mhy)

greetings traveler,

has inazuma been treating you well? i know many are grateful for your hand in putting an end to the vision hunt decree, so if you ever find yourself overwhelmed in the throes of people wanting to express their gratitude, know you are always welcome to hide out in my estate; i have already let thoma know in advance, should you ever decide it is too much.

think of this as. . . repayment for all the fond memories we have shared on our journey so far. i hope we can create many more in the coming times, as well.

until we meet again, (y/n).

is currently staring blankly at the letter while slowly reclining back into his spinny gamer chair, while chat are freaking out over the contents of what u wrote

although he may not look like it, he’s actually sobbing inside !!

#omg a convo !?#nonnies !!#streaming dreams #no bc this took sm longer than i thought bc i was trying to personalise each message ;w;#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #zhongli x reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader

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Miss Ana I’m channeling a TON of anxious energy into making my bathroom a luxurious space for myself (I deserve it) and I just painted it black and I’m looking for something to redo the floor and honestly just painting it has elevated the feeling of luxury and relaxation and I’m SO happy! There’s a ton to be done to make it a truly gorgeous space but I’m so excited! Do you have any tips for making a space feel like a nice little get away?

I think it’s awesome that you’re finding a way to channel your traditionally negative emotion of anxiety into something that’s a physical representation of your peace. I want to commend you on the work you’re doing for yourself and the way you’ve discovered something that works for you. On to your question-- a space’s luxury depends entirely on the person’s taste. My tastes for bathroom opulence are also dark colored--mine is a deep plum, with vivid gold accents and some marble features. So an opulent mirror for example this one, brings out the grandeur of the purple. Soap and towel plates; I do something like this desktop organizer with rolled up face towels in a pyramid. personally I really like traditional elements of glamour, understated but undeniable. I would really encourage you to go on YouTube and search for DIY bathroom redecoration ideas and see what sticks! I have my own Ultimate Dream Bathroom lol but that’s going to take some time to bring to fruition.

#qnotqueue #anonymous

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Fireheart - Chapter 8

Okay, let’s quickly give you all the links to the previous chapter while I *cof cof* work on a *cof* masterlist :D

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

If you’re new to this story, Fireheart is a HS AU from the TOG saga. (I love and hate abbreviations so much, lol) It’s centered around Celaena joining High School when she’s 17, to try and find clues on who killed her parents.

Sam (my baby, my love, my little beam) has a lot of protagonism in this story, and you’ll see his POV quiet often (like on this chapter, yayyy)

WARING: Almost every chapter will have physical violence and blood. I will do my best to remember and add other pertinent warnings on each chapter (sorry if I don’t, I’m still pretty new to publishing my work and sometimes forget about this things. Don’t hesitate to let me know if I forget, so I can make sure to add them up and save any readers a bad time, which is the last thing I want <3 I want my writing to entertain you, sometimes to break your heart a little, but only to fill it back up with mushy feelings afterwards n_n)

On the last chapter.... We left Celaena in the office, the door knob slowly twisting....

CHAPTER 8

A thanks would do

The dance floor was still packed, the same as it had been since the start of the night. People came and went, but the crowd never diminished. Sam had been dancing to the side of the room for a while, trying to talk with as many people as possible while keeping an eye on Celaena. He hadn’t been surprised when he saw her walking up the marble stairs, and had made sure to start a counter on his wristwatch.

It was sitting on eleven minutes when Sam started to get fidgety and walked closer to the stairs’ landing while dancing with a girl called Ansel. She was so incredibly full of energy; Sam was almost struggling to keep up.

“This party is lit!” The girl said as she raised her arms in the air and started spinning around in circles.

Sam used the distraction to leave the girl behind and move closer to the stair, casually lingering around the landing while fake sipping from an empty plastic cup. By the twelfth minute Chaol Westfall, the one he had learned to be Dorian’s best friend, headed up the stairs. He waited until the guy was almost to the top before he rushed up on silent feet. The staircase ended up in a long hallway stretching to the right, and a dead-end to the left. Sam peeked through the corner, watching Chaol walk halfway across the hallway and stop in front of a door. His hand sat on the knob for a moment before he looked to the side, towards the end of the hall, and kept walking.

“For fucks sake,” Sam murmured under his breath.

He tiptoed the first half of the hallway and once he was there, Chaol’s hand on the knob of the last door, he purposely tripped with the carpet and cursed out loud. Chaol almost jumped up as he turned around, his brows tightly knit together.

“What are you doing here?” The student president asked in a stern voice.

“So- So sorry, mate,” Sam half slurred. “They-Someone… told me there was a- agh- toilet up here,” he finished as he scratched the back of his neck, holding himself against the wall with one hand.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” Chaol said as he walked towards him. “There’s a bathroom downstairs you can use.”

“There was a - agh - really long - que… queue,” he finished as he stretched an arm and rested it on Chaol’s shoulder for extra support. “I’m really... busting.”

“Come here, I’ll show you the way to the secret bathroom out back, Dorian will kill you if you puke up here,” he continued. “He will get the place professionally cleaned up before his father is back in town, but still, he hates when people sneak up.” Chaol kept talking almost to himself as he walked Sam down the hall and towards the stairs.

Sam looked back just in time to see Celaena peeking through the door before they turned the corner.

“You owe me,” he said under his breath, low enough for his voice to be lost under the music that was already reaching them from below.

***

All everybody was talking about on Monday morning was how amazing Dorian’s party had been. But all Sam could think about, was how close of a call it had been. He was sure Celaena had a plan B and could have gotten out of it, but any kind of suspicion could have ruined her plan. They were lucky no one had found anything out, and Celaena had shown back in the middle of the dance floor minutes later, dancing around as if she had never left.

He hadn't told Arobynn about the incident, he was too scared he would have scolded Celaena for being careless and almost getting caught. He was risking his neck by keeping that information to himself, but it was worth the risk. And obviously, Celaena hadn’t thanked him for the help. She hadn’t even spoken a word to him since the party.

Once lunchtime came over, Sam was feeling restless after thinking for so long. He needed something to do, he was probably just not used to the quietness. He had had a really busy weekend training for the fights to come, and sitting still wasn’t resonating with him. The tournament was set to start in a month, but he had a fight on the weekend to win his place in the competition, which meant he had trained hard, his muscles still aching from the strain he had caused his body.

He looked up at Celaena, who was eating her lunch with the exchange student again before he decided to go for a walk. He hung his bag from his shoulder and started circulating the hallways, pretending to be mindlessly walking while he tried to catch on anything unusual. He hadn’t studied the building as much as Celaena had, and he was always glad for any spare time to get to know the place better.

The halls were almost deserted and fairly quiet, which was probably why he heard the soft sobs coming from one of the classrooms. He headed straight towards the sound, opening the door slowly and finding a girl with her head hidden between her arms. All he could see was a mass of dark brown hair spilled onto the desktop.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he approached the crying girl, carefully placing a hand on her forearm.

As the girl looked up, her emerald eyes made Sam’s gut twist at the sadness behind them. Her eyes were red-rimmed, with tears pooling in the corners. She looked puzzled for a moment, as if unsure of what to say.

“I’ll be alright,” she said in a small voice. “Just… leave me alone, I didn’t think anybody would find me here.” She turned around, hiding her face between her arms again.

Unsure of how to proceed, Sam sat on the floor next to her, his legs crossed.

“I think I’ll stick around in case you want to talk to someone, I promise I won’t bother you, but you shouldn’t be alone while you’re in pain,” he said. “I’ll be quiet,” he added.

She looked down at him with fresh tears running down her cheeks. “Why would you do this? You don’t even know me,” she said between quiet sobs.

“I don’t need to know you in order to care, Lysandra,” he said. She didn’t seem surprised that he knew her name, but why would she? Everybody in school knew who she was.

“Sorry, I don’t even know your name,” she said as she wiped her tears and tried to smile a little.

“I’m Sam, Sam Cortland.” He extended his hand, and Lysandra shook it with a chuckle.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“You’re distressed, I know I would like someone to be by my side if I was in your position, so here I am. I can listen to what’s troubling you, or I can just sit here in silence. If you like it better, we can chat about the weather or any other non-important matters to keep your mind off whatever is troubling you,” he offered.

Lysandra wiped the remaining tears with the palm of her hand, seeming calmer after Sam’s little monologue. She took out a small mirror from her bag and opened it up.

“Don’t think I’m superficial, but I rather people not notice I’ve been crying,” she explained as she fixed her makeup, adding some mascara and then concealer under her eyes.

“Here, look at me,” Sam said as he pushed her chin lightly to make her look his way. “Hmmm, I can’t even tell, your eyes look brighter if that’s even possible, but you look as good as you do every day,” he concluded with a smile as he let go of her chin and stood up, offering her a hand. “Would you like to head back to the cafeteria?”

Lysandra accepted his hand to get to her feet but shook her head in denial. She smiled warmly at him for a moment, and then looked down to her feet.

“That would only lead to trouble, and the bell is probably about to ring. I’ll head straight to my next class, but thank you, Sam Cortland,” she looked up as she said his name, and started to walk towards the door.

“I’m always here to help,” Sam said as he followed her towards the door.

Lysandra walked through the threshold and turned left almost at the same time that Sam went out the door barely a step behind her, and turned the other direction. He was watching the girl walk away, and didn’t notice the small group of people coming back from the cafeteria already, making him bump straight into someone’s chest.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he took a step back and looked up.

“Look where you’re going, you fucking newby!” The guy he had bumped into said. Sam took an extra step back, feeling the angry energy that was emanating from the guy. He knew his kind, and he could tell anything he said would be used as an excuse to start a fight.

There were already a few curious eyes looking their way, making him confirm his suspicions that the guy meant trouble.

“Sorry mate, my bad,” Sam said with his palms raised, trying to look smaller than he was as he rounded his shoulders inwards.

The guy standing in front of him took a step forward. He wasn’t taller than Sam, maybe even an inch shorter, but as the guy cracked his knuckles, Sam realized he wasn’t alone. Two taller guys were towering behind the first one, keeping watch.

“What were you doing, getting out of a room with a taken girl?” The bully said loud enough for the whole hall to hear as he pointed at Lysandra as if looking for an excuse to get mad at him. Sam looked over his shoulder and found the girl frozen in place only a few steps behind him.

“Leave her out of this,” Sam said, taking a protective step forward. “She’s got nothing to do with whatever is going on here.” He pointed to the narrow gap in between them.

The guy closed that gap, grabbing a fist full of Sam’s shirt by its collar. He ran his other hand through his short black hair as a chuckle escaped his lips and his equally dark eyes bored into Sam’s golden ones.

“What is going on here, is that you're about to get a black eye for being a smart ass,” he spat on his face.

“Look, mate,” Sam said with his hands still lifted in front of him, showing his palms. “I don’t even know you, sorry I bumped into you. Now, let’s just be mature about this and move on.” He smiled then, and he knew straight away that was the wrong thing to do. He knew the type all too well, the guy in front of him was going to have his head just for existing, just because he could feel a different vibe coming out of him; just because he felt threatened.

He wished he could explain he was no competition to him.

“I’m Rourke,” the guy said with a grin. “And now that we know each other, junior, let’s teach you a lesson.”

Before Sam could even blink, Rourke’s fist collided against his jaw.

I’m so sorry my baby bean Sam T_T I love you! <3

Isn’t he the most adorable thing?? <3

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fairy-writes · 5 years ago

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Hi! Could I please for a scenario (or hc, whatever you feel comfortable with) for Phillip from Sirius the Jaeger who finally manages to return to England and meets his s/o who's a Jaeger but from an other agency? Like they haven't seen each other for 2/3 years -but keeping remaining in contact with letters and phone calls- and he surprises her knocking at her appartment door? Sorry if its too long ;w; there's no content about Phillip anywhere and I think he needs more love 💕 thanks in advance!

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Yooo I totally agree that there’s not enough Philip content out there! I’m tweaking the request just the slightest bit! I hope that’s okay!

Like my relationship headcanons with our lovely blond boy, he is aged up! I refuse to write for underaged characters. The both of you are around 20 in this. And you’ll be something along the lines of a scientist for the main Jaeger headquarters!

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Your hands burned as you scrubbed them with near boiling water and soap. Your assistants bustled behind you, cleaning the space after the most recent set of experiments. Fluids were cleaned, soiled scrubs were exchanged for dress shirts and slacks, and chemicals were stored safely away. It had been a long and tedious day of testing and retesting new Jaeger technology. Your division in particular, England division, was testing and creating new serums that in theory, would protect fellow Jaegers from the deadly claws and fangs of vampires.

If you got this just right, someone could be impervious to vampire venom that turned their prey into a vampire. In theory of course. But so far, it had been a bust. The acidity in your antivenom; meant to destroy the vampire venom in the human bloodstream, had been evaporating the bloodstream along with the rest of your fake dummy body. Eventually, after your seventh destroyed dummy, you had called it a day just to send your assistants home. No reason for them to stay and witness failure after failure when they had lives and families.

Meanwhile, you had no close family and your lover was overseas. Had been for nearly three years. All you had was your research. So bury yourself in your work you did.

You; Y/N L/N, the Jaeger Headquarters best and youngest scientist at their disposal. You had pioneered the study of vampire biology at the young age of seventeen, developing theories and serums that helped slow the process of becoming a vampire in case a Jaeger was caught in the field. Now; at age twenty, you were developing a way to stop it or reverse it completely. Or at least attempting to anyway.

Switching off the lights to your lab, you walked the now empty corridors of Headquarters to your office. Your dress shoes clacked on the marble floor and your lab coat swished around your calves as you hefted your research notes in one hand and pushed your office door open with the other. The lights flickered on as your elbow flicked the switch and you were met with your messy desk.

With a sigh, you dropped the files onto the desktop and slumped down into your seat, kicking your shoes off and burying your face in your arms. You were tired, but alas, there was work to be done. With a groan, you pushed yourself into a proper sitting position, turned on your desk light, and flipped open the folder in front of you.

Several hours later and deep into the night, you were reaching your end. The chalkboard in the corner of your office was filled and erased and filled again with equations and formulas. You were standing before it, tapping your lips with your pen as you leaned over and scribbled something on a nearby notepad and then writing another line on the chalkboard.

“Are visiting hours over?” Your chalk clattered to the ground at the unexpected yet familiar voice, and you whipped around to see Philip leaning in the doorway. He had his familiar smirk on his face, slight bags under his eyes, and a tenseness in his shoulders that could only be described as exhaustion. But he was here, in front of you, after three years of being gone.

Sure you had stayed in touch with letters; you kept all of them in a box on your desk, and the occasional phone call, but it was hard with him moving around all the time. You took a hesitant step, not sure if you were hallucinating.

“... Philip?” You whispered and his smirk widened into that smile you loved so much.

“That’s me, I’m home Y/N.”

Your feet moved and he met you halfway, catching you in a hug and tumbling to the floor. Your heart and your rear end throbbed, but then Philip pressed his lips to yours and you tasted the salt of tears that were either yours or his or both and you didn't care how much it hurt to have landed on the hardwood floor as long as he kept holding you like this, kissing you like this, how you missed him.

“I missed you.” You whispered against his lips, all ideas of research forgotten, it can wait.

“Missed you too my love.” He says back and brings you in for another sweet kiss.

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Bucky & the Beast

Hi all! So this ficlet is for my darling friend Erin’s ( @theassetseyeliner ) AU Writing Challenge! I submitted a request for this prompt on her original post! Please go support her and all the participating authors who worked hard on their submissions :) Now onto the story xxx

Prompt #22: “You were an asshole back in high school but now you’re my boss.”

Overall Tags: a teeny weeny bit of angst, although mostly stifling fluff, some potty mouth language, spicy humor, s l o w b u r n but in ficlet form tho?

Part 1 of 2

It’s not that you weren’t a nice person...on the inside, very very very deep inside. You just didn’t allow any form of slacking amongst your employees.

And seeing as you not only own this multi-billion dollar company but also actively run it, you’re pretty sure you have the right to dictate everything that goes on under your nose when it comes to this business. You drove yourself into the grave to get this company where it is now, and you continue to work yourself down to hell every damn day to keep it as successful as it is.

Of course you know most of your staff views you as a complete tyrant. Of course you know your nickname on all sixty-eight levels of your high rise company building is ‘Bitch’. Of course you know you’re often compared to Miranda Priestly, the star of Devil Wears Prada. Of course you know you’ve been harsh enough to earn some of that resentment.

But you also know you have the undying respect of every major corporation in the world (which wasn’t easy to get since most of them are fat privileged older men who have too many cultural and moral deficiencies to count). The likes of which was solely earned by unignorable success, brutal consistency, and fear. You wished you didn’t have to be feared in order to be respected by some (most) people, but the ways of the world weren’t going to change that fast unfortunately.

It surprised you at first how many people tried to take advantage of you, of your company, of your money, of your weaknesses, of practically everything they could manage to find. You were always pretty blunt and a bit maniacal about perfection even back in high school, but having been beaten by an ocean of manipulative greedy people for years now, wave after wave after wave, you’re pretty jagged and dulled to it. You’ve found the only way to survive in this business world is to always expect the worst of people. It keeps you prepared for every situation even if it is an exhausting way to live.

Sometimes you worry if it is all worth it, but you then remember how much money your company is making and how all of it goes to support people, companies, philanthropies, arts institutions, and schools who need it. If the cost of good being put into this world is your warped personality, then so be it.

“Barnes I need those write ups on the work Ms. Romanoff’s team did this quarter. I asked for final copies yesterday, why are they late?” You question your head personal assistant in clipped efficient sentences as you strut down the long stretch of a modern elegant hallway, the sleek double doors of your main office looming at the end of it.

With your Prada high heels clicking sharply (if not a bit ironically) against the marble floor as you make your way to your gilded office, you scroll through an email on your phone sent from one of your board members while you wait for Barnes to put together an answer. The email consists of a polite reminder that you have a Skype call with Stark Industries this afternoon.

As if you’d forget.

With a punctuated scoff you burst into your glass office, not having to slow down your stride at all as Barnes moved with practiced haste to hold one of the doors open for you. You don’t bother with a thank you (even if you feel the manners your mother ingrained in you cringe and shriek in horror) but instead head nose up to your simple but stately desk. As you situate yourself behind it, booting up your desktop and quickly scanning some sticky-note reminders Barnes left for you the previous night before crumpling them in one ball and dropping them in the waste bin by your feet, you feel the very short leash you have on your patience strain.

Without glancing up at him you bark out, “Well?”

You hear the man clear his throat and know automatically that he’s preparing to take the fall for Romanoff’s team. Barnes always has had this habit to take the heat meant for someone else’s mistake himself, and allow whoever the guilty party is an extra second to fix whatever the problem was. It’s never effected the success of your company, so you’ve always let it slide. If you were being completely honest with yourself you know deep down that that’s why you’ve kept him around so long. James Barnes is the one person (okay maybe besides Natasha Romanoff) who holds the all time record of longest employment in your company. He’s also never been promoted from his place as Head Personal Assistant when you hired him into it a good few years back.

He’s only craftily brought up the issue of never moving up a few times, not wanting to push his luck with you, but other than that there’s never been a word of complaint like other employees you’ve had. One day when you’ve finally been run down enough, when the world has finally sucked all the life from you, you’ve decided that it’s James who you’ll give the company to. Of course no one knows this, but you made the decision quite some time ago.

“Ms. Romanoff had an issue with getting a closure on the deal,” Barnes starts up in his trademark baritone tenor of compassion, “She had all the finished documents written up by yesterday, it was me who failed to pass them to you.”

Still you don’t look at him, but you do silently translate what he’s saying as you open up your email account and start sorting through your inbox for the most important emails. Basically, Barnes is saying:

“Ms. Romanoff had no trouble badgering the client for the final papers, it was the client who failed to turn in everything on time. And since you never blame the client, its professionally Natasha’s fault. So therefore she did not have all the documents written up yesterday but pulled an all-nighter to finish everything and send said polished summary of the transaction to me first thing this morning. I’m lying for her (and probably without her knowledge) because I’m an annoyingly considerate man with pretty eyes and a wicked sharp jaw who is used to your unforgiving nature and shall take the fall for everyone because I am this company’s sparkling hero.”

Resolutely put-off with the very unprofessional way your mental translation ended up going, your mood sours sufficiently from its already foul natural state. You feel your face pinch deeper into its usual dissatisfied scowl.

“It is very unlike Ms. Romanoff to have any delays in her work. Give her one of my warnings.” You say in a mildly bitter tone as you reach a hand blindly over your desk towards Barnes in silent demand, while clicking on an email with the other hand and scanning it halfheartedly at the same time.

A packet of paper is slid gently into your expecting fingers and as you place them on the desk space beside your angled keyboard, you hear Barnes tap his thumbs across his phone as he sends you an e-copy of the papers you were just handed. When the email arrives in your inbox with a ding, it serves as the only acknowledgment that you received the email. It also is simultaneously Barnes’ dismissal.

Only when you hear your assistant sit down at his own smaller desk across the room from yours and start shuffling papers and things around, do you realize that you had automatically begun reading through the transaction summary he sent you. After you triple proof it (even if Natasha has never once made a mistake on her write ups), you forward everything to the cooperation partnering with you on this deal. Your trademark punctuality and promised results the only things that matter to you much these days.

You cut a quick side glance across the room at Barnes hunched over his own pile of work and wonder if you said thank you the next time he held the door open for you, if he’d make a big deal out of it. With an internal scoff you brush your gushy feelings swiftly away and replace them with your self-made workaholic robot.

Bucky’s patience with you is growing shorter and shorter each year, month, week, day, and second he works under you. Outwardly he’s mastered himself, but inwardly he’s been stewing and is quite near his boiling point. As he halfheartedly unclips a review packet from one of the company’s specialty divisions to go over before he hands it to you -- Miss Wicked Bitch of Best -- he wonders if it would kill you to say thank you when he opened the door, or maybe look at him when he talks. Bucky doesn’t even know what color your eyes are because he doesn’t think you’ve ever actually looked him in the eyes before.

And sure you take him to all the fancy business galas and parties and soirees and events and fundraisers, but you always maintain this formal professional wall. Even late nights at the office when it’s literally you, him, and a couple janitors (hell, you’ve both even slept at the office before) you still remain aloof and unapproachable. It’s not like he wants to get to know you, because honestly you seem like a pretty lonely sad bitter person anyway, but it’s downright unnatural how little anyone seems to know about you. Even when he wades through his high school memories, all he can remember about you is vaguely labeling you an asshole. Which really doesn’t help your case.

But if Bucky knows anything, it’s that no one is an unfeeling robot.

Even if they pretend to be, even if they believe themselves to be, there is always something down there. At the bottom of a soul there is always a nugget of brilliance. Bucky knows you’re not oblivious to what people say about you, but he wonders whether you just don’t care or you’ve crafted it that way to wield as a tool. He’s not sure which one is worse. Either way he thinks that you could handle things a bit more considerately and still have the respect you deserve. Because if there is one thing Bucky has to admire, it’s your resilience and unyielding desire to see things through. Your dedication to the company and all the good it brings is your one redeeming quality. You also have never done under the table deals or slipped into black market territory, its one of the reasons Bucky hasn’t quit. This company is clean and good and successful. Which is saying a lot in this economy. You also never under pay or over pay your employees, and you’re brutal but you’re fair.

And as Bucky’s thoughts circle back to stifling aggravation as he watches you type away unfussed and unpleasant as ever at your elevated desk, he goes to curl his hair behind his ear, per habit, to shake himself free of his thoughts, but realizes quite abruptly that he can’t. You had asked (well more like threatened and demanded) him to cut his long hair, claiming it ‘ruined the aesthetic and feel that this company represents’ and finds his aggravation churning into poorly bottled fury. Other people in your employment had long hair, I mean you didn’t really uphold any restrictions on hair, hats, head-dresses, or any type of clothing as long as you were put together. So it literally made no sense that Bucky was singled out.

Little did he know you asked him to cut it because those dark luscious locks were distracting as hell and made him too handsome for you to be able to rationally handle. I mean you were around him practically 24 hours a day, bless your soul. You know it was a horrible play on power, and probably earned you a one-way ticket to hell, but you’d rather come off posturing and domineering than love sick or undisciplined. I mean he was just as good looking with it cut short, but you told yourself the short hair made it easier to ignore him as a man and see him only as your assistant.

But much to your chagrin it really, really didn’t help.

“Barnes close out the rest of this meeting. Summarize it to me in detail on the way to the fundraiser.” You bark after you politely dismissed yourself from the Skype call with Tony Stark, the call on mute as you stand from your chair and crisply motion for Barnes to replace you.

Bucky grits his teeth and nods when you brush past him, trying not to let the fact that you assumed (as you always did) he’d be attending the fundraiser with you tonight and left him to clean up after you with the meeting pleasantries, anger him to the point of hysteria. He wasn’t your maid for Christ's sake, and just because he wouldn’t miss the fundraiser because of the opportunity to meet clients and business partners, why the hell did you always hitch him to your wagon for the evening?

You exit the conference room with a blooming confidence and a rare small smile the second you’re in a private enough area to let the expression soften your face. The itch to go back in there and make sure everything finished okay spreads under your skin like a rash but you breathe and stay rigid with yourself, knowing that in order to properly groom Barnes for your job one day, you had to learn to delegate to him more than you used to. And closing out a deal, especially with one as important as Stark Industries, was major. Barnes is more than capable though, and a small part of you is...proud of him.

You’re not sure when this nugget of utter blind faith in him started to become something much more complicated than trust in an employee, and developed into something dangerous. Dangerous like awe and adoration dangerous. Dangerous like fond dangerous. Dangerous like love dangerous.

The long clean leather seat of the limo separates you two.

You give Barnes your (mostly) undivided attention as he dutifully regales the deal closure with Stark this afternoon. You’re scrolling through your email, then your calendar, then your messages trying to avoid looking up at Barnes. The second you spotted him in one of his gala tuxes, it’s your favorite one of his actually since he rotates through them (I mean you don’t expect him to buy a new one for every event, you’re not that unreasonable), you knew it would be a long goddamn night. The subtle navy shine of the tux catches in the corner of your eye under the dimmed lights of the luxury car no matter how hard you stare at your phone screen.

When he finishes his report you nod your approval knowing that’s all he’s used to getting from you in terms of praise. With a knot of anxiety growing by the second in the back of your throat, making it almost impossible to breathe, you glance up at him from under your lashes. He’s mirroring you across the car, phone out, focus down, and body held with the formality you insisted be constantly upheld between you.

The first thing your eyes land on is his exposed clavicle where his collarbone frames the base of his neck. In this rare indulged moment of weakness you allow yourself to wonder what the hollow of his neck would taste like, what would it feel like against the texture of your lips. With great effort you drag your eyes away from the tempting oasis of his skin to sprawl along the sleek dark navy of his outer coat. The button up underneath is a stark crisp white, accenting the tan of his skin and drawing your gaze back inevitably to his revealed skin. The first few buttons of the dress shirt are undone and the stiff folded collar is laid open in a roguish carefree type fashion.

Since the fundraiser is more lowkey and relaxed, you don’t have the excuse to reprimand him for no tie, to demand he cover up that tease of skin and hint of peck muscles. No, you were doomed to suffer because the tailored pants did little to help either. The clean line of the material hugs his thighs, two long strong twin muscles that bunch a bit when he stands or sits down. You cross your legs as something heavy and hot settles in your core, startling you a bit out of the spell Bucky unknowingly put you under.

A bit desperately you try to find a fault, something to pick apart, some straggling imperfection to prove to yourself that you are uneffected by this man. And you quickly realize you can’t because when you look past his attire, the naked allure of his features takes you by storm. His hair is as rich as ever, styled lightly to allow the slight wave in the coffee locks the freedom to curl away from his forehead and settle in a small wave atop his head. Strong brows stand guard over the softness of his eyes, the glacial blue of the irises protected further by a swath of sooty lashes.The straight nose and full generous mouth sit atop a sturdy chin, a gentle cleft runs down the middle of it adding to his seemingly endless good looks. His jaw as you’ve observed many a time is as sharp and wicked as ever.

“You didn’t shave.”

The observation escapes your lips before you could wrangle it back behind the bars of your clenched teeth. Bucky’s eyes jump up at you like you had yelled at him instead of spoken in a normal tone. But its then you realize that it wasn’t a normal tone at all, it was, you...you spoke to him softly --

“Um no.” Bucky answers a bit uncertainly, not sure where you’re taking this. You never comment on his appearance or attire unless it’s to criticize it. He waits inevitably for the verbal lashing.

When the lashing doesn’t come and you both just continue to stare at each other in throbbing silence, Bucky feels awkwardness lay like a heavy blanket over you two. It’s almost startles him when he sees that you’re looking at him. And not just looking at him, but looking him in the eyes.

“It, It’s just a bit of stubble,” Bucky struggles out, trying to make any kind of sense of the current situation, “I thought since it’s going to be a more, um, relaxed atmosphere I could get away with it. I can go buy a razor and shave it off before we get there if you...want...”

Bucky mentally kicks himself for offering, I mean how pathetic. But the stumbling words were better than the silence because for some reason the silence felt different then usual, it felt dangerous.

“No, no,” You eventually say as your brain continues to churn itself into fluffy goo when Bucky shifts his phone and his bicep pushes up protestingly against the smooth sleeve of his tux. “It’s fine.”

Without another word you lock down the vulnerability you feel leaking onto the canvas of your face and shove your gaze back down to your phone.You will yourself not to blush.

The rest of the car ride passes in tense silence. It’s the most exposed you’ve felt in a while, to say the least.

The fundraiser has been going like all of them do: clinically well. Bucky expects no less when you’re in attendance though. The dinner wasn’t the best he’s ever had but he made sure not to leave anything on his plate weary of wasting food. You sat perched and cool as ever beside him, engaging in the usual articulate oratory games with the clients and business partners seated at your large table.

Why Bucky kept expecting you to act different confuses him. He keeps waiting for something to change, for a small tiny hint that something has shifted in you, or maybe between you and him, he doesn’t know. Just something. And when you make him feel like a fool for assuming such a thing by acting the exact same way you always have, Bucky kicks himself. One weird conversation in the limo and he’s hoping for...hoping for what?

With an internal scoff he tunes back into the conversation, and just in time because you hand the topic reigns to him in that moment and suddenly Bucky is leading everybody into his own oratory arena.

You take a measured sip from your water glass as Bucky effortlessly accepts the responsibility of the conversation and takes it away. Being able to hold a conversation in a small meeting is one thing, but being able to lead an entire table of sponsors, clients, partners, and whoever else into complex discussion is quite another. You try not to let your pride produce too many butterflies in your stomach as you continue to sip your water and listen to the man beside you prove to you how very deserving he is of what you plan to give to him one day.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” Bucky says as everyone starts getting up to dance when the live band plays something easy and fun for the guests. You turn towards him slightly in your seat and bring your glass down from your lips as an indication to speak. “May I go say hello to Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Rogers?”

Your eyes zip over Bucky’s shoulder and land across the reception hall on the table where all your best employees are sitting laughing and enjoying themselves, some of them getting up to dance. For a quick beat you consider keeping Barnes all to yourself but know how selfish and petty that would be. You know Barnes is nearly sick of you.

“Please,” You relent as kindly and professionally as you can manage, motioning with your glass towards his friends, “Go enjoy.”

With a quick (if a little bitter) thank you, Barnes blasts away from you to join the merriment across the room. You heard the hint of potent distaste Barnes had having to ask your permission to leave your side and wonder if you’ve let yourself become to much of the monster you thought you had to be in order to be successful.

And maybe it’s not just to be successful, maybe you donned a monster’s skin to protect yourself.

You know that if you took away the pretty cool collected skin of that monster, a jagged scared furious soul would be revealed. A sigh and another sip of water is the only outward sign you give that broadcasts your constant inner turmoil.

“Damn! Wicked Bitch of the Best let you go? Impossible,” Nat croons as Bucky plops into the seat Sam offers him as he hurries out onto the dance floor with a chick from accounting.

“Ha ha very funny,” Bucky bites back as he relaxes down into the chair while pouring himself a brimming glass of champagne, chugging it all back in one go.

Steve, sitting on his other side, raises his eyebrow at his friend’s large shot, “I take it business is done for the night.”

Bucky places the glass flute down carefully on the tablecloth and rolls his lips in as he swallows.

“Yep,” Bucky breathes, catching his breath a little, “I believe ‘Please, go enjoy’ were her exact words.” He states in heavy sarcasm as he runs a hand through his hair, pouring himself another glass.

“How generous of her,” Nat allows before standing up and offering her hand down to Bucky, “And now something generous from me.”

Bucky eyes Nat’s hand suspiciously over the lip of his glass. Natasha was pretty nice (if she felt like it), but she never gave out freebies. He follows the line of her arm up to her severe beautiful face. He squints at the look in her eye.

“Dance with me,” She says with a roll of her eyes at his well placed suspicion, “It’s a thank you for covering my ass the other day even though I specifically told you not.” Natasha informs in jesting but fond reprimand.

Bucky smirks at her, appeased, and takes her hand.

“No complaints here then doll.”

Steve laughs as they zip off to the dance floor.

Watching Bucky with his friends, then dance with Ms. Romano -- with Natasha, that familiar haunting feeling that you know is loneliness begins to seep into your bones and saturate your soul. It’s loneliness that is so thick, so inexorable, you have trouble breathing. Trying not to make your movements too jerky as to call alarm you stand and make your way out of the hall. You’re intercepted a few times, making your final formal goodbyes and thanks, before heading out to the street.

You call your driver and have him take you back to the company.

It takes all your self control and dignity to keep from out right running to your floor. When you make it there about a century later, you burst into your moonlit office and shut off all the security cameras in it. That’s when you lose it.

With harsh tears running down your cheeks and ruining your make up you violently through yourself into your desk chair and start going through files of successful projects. You slowly but surely remind yourself why your doing this, why life has to be so hard. All the good you’re giving to the world is worth something, its worth this loneliness...it is.

It’s worth it, its worth it, its worth it, its worth it, its worth it...

You repeat this in your head as you continue to review years old projects and partnerships and lives that you have bettered. Though the tears and throat-wracking sobs never stop, you eventually convince yourself it’s enough.

Bucky was informed first thing this morning by the front desk that the security cameras in Ms. Y/l/n’s office were turned off at about 11:30pm last night and have not been turned back on. Seeing as it’s only you and Bucky who have the codes to do that, Bucky wasn’t too concerned because the other cameras proved it was you who had entered the office last night. Bucky wasn’t quite sure why you felt the need for that much privacy but he shook himself free of the disturbingly instinctual urge to care.

When he gets to the fogged-glass double doors and pulls on the sleek handles only to realize they’re locked, he hesitates in opening them with his copy of the key. Instead he finds himself knocking.

“Ms. Y/l/n?” He calls politely, professionally.

You jerk awake at your desk. Your head pounds with dehydration and the entire right side of your face is stiff and indented with red lines that make up about half of your keyboard. The desktop in front of you is asleep, the large black screen serves as a mirror to reflect to you your less than put together appearance.

Your make up is a crusting mess, your hair is sticking out every which way, and your eyes are about as puffy and red as Rudolph's nose.

“Ms. Y/l/n? Are you, are you alright?”

At the sound of Barnes’ voice on the otherside of the office doors, a horrible twisting flare of panic lights up in your gut. Trying to remain calm, you stand up only to collapse back down into the chair because one of your legs fell asleep.

“I’m fine Jam -- Barnes, just go do the morning rounds, please.” You stutter as you limp like Gollum (sans your heels from last night) across your pristine office to the private bathroom with a closet you keep extra clothes and things in.

Bucky is near speechless and knows something is wrong now. You almost called him James for one, and even more disturbing...you said please. He’s unsure if he should leave you in such an obviously confused state of mind, but figures he’d only earn himself a punishment if he intruded or was somehow wrong that you were indeed having a, a moment.

“I’ll be back in twenty to discuss the profits made last night.” Bucky found himself informing, not sure why he felt the need to give her a time to be ready by.

What an odd feeling to know that for once, you weren’t thirty steps ahead of him. It’s the first sign of humanity he’s seen you display and it’s tripping him out.

You listen carefully as his footsteps fade away down the hallway and you throw yourself into getting ready. Twenty minutes later Bucky knocks and you call him in. You can feel him analyzing you, looking around for something out of place, but you made sure to hide any evidence of a disturbance or weakness.

Bucky finds you pristine and cool and severe as ever, and he realizes that the sinking in his gut is disappointment. Not that he wants to see you struggling, but for a sign you are more than a robot. That you trust him enough to reveal at least that. But you carry on normal and cold and Bucky reminds himself again to stop searching for something that isn’t there.

“Oh god!” You shriek, you shriek, in surprise as you burst into a storage closet intent on finding an ink cartage (since you had Bucky in a minor meeting with the board, you know power delegation and all, and were more than capable of finding ink on your own dammit), and instead find Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter engaging in some...heavy petting.

The two of them share your immense shock and separate like oil in water, cheeks, ears, and necks red as roses. They both wait for you to do something, but you continue to stand there like it was you who was walked in on. Slowly you walk across the small room, thanking every god you could think of that the ink cartridges were on the opposite side of the space than Steve and Peggy were standing in, and retrieve your ink with their eyes guiltily following your every move.

Before you leave you heft a neutral glance over your shoulder and say,

“Rogers those charts better be in four, and Carter if I don’t have those reports in my inbox by the end of the day I’ll be very displeased.” And with your face safely turned back towards the hallway you say with a little smirk on your face, “Excuse the interruption.”

You hear the two collapse into hushed horrified laughter muffled behind the door as you strut back to your office with a poorly concealed smile on your face and the urge to giggle bottled up tight in your throat.

Barnes returns from the meeting with a muted breezy expression on his face which you’ve learned to interpret that meant things went well. You listen to him summarize the meeting for you while pretending to read one of the charts Rogers just sent you on your computer. The memory of finding them in the closet this afternoon hits you hard and you have to cough in order to stop the laugh bubbling along your throat and tickling your tongue.

Bucky pauses thinking your cough was a sign to stop talking, but when you glance side ways at him and raise an eyebrow he hurriedly continues on. It’s not until you both have settled at your respective desks across the room and Bucky gets up and heads to the printer stationed on a desk against the wall, that things start to head down hill.

It’s not until you notice him fiddling with the printer making grumbling sounds of obvious annoyance (which you don’t find adorable, you don’t) that you realize belatedly that you still hadn’t put in the new cartridge. Wordlessly you stand, grabbing the ink cartridge off your desk, and head over to the printer. Bucky moves over and watches you take out the empty cartridge and drop it in the waste bin by your feet. And when you take the new one out of its thin box and plastic wrapping, you feel your resistance to the hilarity you went through to get it quickly dissolve.

You stand frozen staring down at the ink for long enough that Bucky thinks you might not know how to put it in, even if you did just take out the old cartridge.

“Would you like me to do it?” He offers as neutrally as he can, getting all sorts of weird vibes from the expression that keeps flickering across your down turned face.

And you break.

It might have been Bucky’s words, or just the ink cartridge sitting oh so innocently in your palm, but it was most likely the vivid memory of walking in on Steve and Peggy. You start laughing. At first it’s under your breath, but the more you try to contain the sound the more out of your grasp it gets. You look up as your laughter gets more confident, brighter, and you find Bucky staring at you like you’ve finally lost it. Maybe you have because you burst into even louder laughter, the noise colorful and easy, falling into snickers when you need to breathe before returning with a cackling vengeance as you push the air back out.

Bucky doesn’t know whether to be disturbed or entranced. It hits him hard then that he’s never actually seen you laugh, or smile for that matter. And not a business smile but a real one, the one you’re giving him right now. He finds himself smiling to, grinning ear to ear as he watches you collapse into infectious gorgeous laughter.

“Oh god,” You wheeze as you try to mop up some of the tears from the corners of your eyes, but the words only remind you how you had shrieked them earlier and another peel of giggles wrings themselves out of you.

Bucky is utterly speechless. He’s in complete awe. The woman standing before him is alive and vibrant and laughing. So this is what he’s been hunting for inside that cruel robot all these years. This is who he’s unconsciously been holding out for. She’s real. She’s here with him finally.

“What,” Bucky stutters and loses his train of thought as you face him again and he’s left stupefied by the happiness in your face, how beautiful it makes you. I mean you were always beautiful, but in a cruel removed wave. Like you would eat him alive instead of grace him with a smile.

“It’s nothing,” You attempt to recover through another giggle, “I just intruded on some, some frivolity earlier.”

Bucky nods not satisfied in the least with just that, not wanting this moment to end. Not wanting this woman to disappear behind a maze of masks to a place he can’t reach. But the inevitable happens and he watches, silently mournful, as the walls come back up and the monster’s skin is pulled back on. With a sniff you efficiently change the cartridge and turn away without another word, your scowl returned to the throne of your lips once more.

Part 2

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