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BALANCING PERSONALITY FLAWS.

Conformist    ☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆    Rebel
Naive             ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★     Cynical
Indecisive      ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     Inflexible
Selfish           ☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆    Self-sacrificing
Apathetic       ☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆     Emotional
Fearful           ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     Reckless
Childish         ☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆     Humorless
Dependent    ☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆     Loner
Passive          ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     Aggressive  


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Don't Listen

So, I have never written tf2 fanfic before. Really, I am the worst sort of casual dabbler in the game, I love the comics and shorts and Saxxys, but I am a stay at home mom to a 9 month old, and I have no time for anything that takes me too far away from, you know, keeping her alive. So I don’t play tf2.

But I have this theory. Call it a headcanon, I guess, that’s what all you hip young kids are doing (haha, im 26). See, I ship Scout/Pauling, because I think maybe secretly they are perfect for each other. Maybe secretly she is just as awkward and just as bad at being a fawning damsel as he is at being suave. And I like badass ladies who have secret crushes that they DO NOT WANT and find SEVERELY INCONVENIENT. So maybe this is what Expiration Date might have looked like if the roles were a little bit reversed.

Personal thanks to @theoldaeroplane for her encouragement and the initial inspiration from her lovely Scout/Pauling comfort fic.

Additionally I was really a big fan of a picture that I think was by @sicorey but I am 26 and I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO TUMBLR and now I can’t find it. But anyway it was what if her who had the crush on him, basically that is adorable.

So, anyway, I do not know how to tumblr and I may have neglected the baby for the week it took to get this done, but I had fun and it was nice to write again, and I hope it is enjoyed if anyone ever happens to read it.

Much obliged,

~preludeinz

Five was probably too many. Granted, “too many” was a highly situational number rated on a sliding scale, and generally speaking it didn’t pay to bet against the mercs, but still. Alone, in unfamiliar territory, in the dark, on an atypical mission, five was probably too many.

Still, Miss Pauling had been surprised before.

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