#tiny plant nerd getting spoiled

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Lifeboat 09 Mirth makes the time go by

[Story also on Ao3] This also was my add to GT july but...day late. good luck it being on time for that <.<

Chapter 09:

It did, in fact, take a longer time to get home for Sesa then she normally would have taken if alone. Talking to someone who she had to keep a sharp ear out for was interesting. As well as challenge to also keep watch over. 

Not that Lana was proving to be the kind of person to get into trouble on her own for the sake of it. Or to just bolt with an opening. No, the semi little beach lizards themselves decided that the Bitta smelled tastier than the last scraps from the fish that Sesa gave them.

“Good gods, what's wrong with them?” Sesa demanded, holding Lana against her front, pulling one of the big sailed males off her hip. And gently tossed it into the water off the dock. Knowing it was perfectly safe for it to swim, not the first she dropped off the dock. 

“I don't want to be eaten by dinosaurs,” Lana whimpered from where she was within Sesa's hold. Being grabbed and yanked away from gravity, let alone from the sail backed creatures in time was… well, at least Sesa did not seem to care that Lana had been sick. Transferring Lana to Sesa's other hand and just shook off the bit of yuk to her.

Really, Lana sees and meets her second clear dinosaur and they try to eat her with no hesitation. At least the ‘birdies’ were very friendly! To the point of demanding to rest with Lana in her spot on the mast. Lana got to pet the creatures and accidentally triggered the ones sitting on the shelf with her into an intensive grooming session. 

Sesa was moving, making sure no other of the lizards were on her before stepping over to her boat. Sail nearly folded up and tied to the dock. The giant reached down to grab and pull the mostly empty crate onto the dock, then stood up. “I hate to say it, but I think you're going to be safer in this while I load the wagon.”

“Yeah…” Lana could only sag against the supporting digits. “I'm… I'm sorry I threw up on your other hand.”

Lana sounded so guilty that Sesa paused to look down at the Bitta. Feeling her own guilt but still glad Lana was safe, “There's nothing to be sorry about Lana. I can wash my hand, but you wouldn't have likely survived missing a limb. I'll get you safe on the wagon here, and you can sit still.”

“Are there a lot of those at your house?” Lana worried as she was carried to the wagon that was just as titanic as Sesa's boat. The tiny human watching with wide eyes as the crate of safety was moved to what looked like the footwell of the riding section.

Lana realized she had no experience with wagons, no idea what parts were called but some basics.

“Thankfully no,” Sesa said as she made sure the crate was secure. In its spot, as well as running her hands over the outside to make sure that none of the beach lizards could get inside. “There's lizards, but not any that eat more than bugs and plants in the garden. They have little sticky feet, but like the outside walls then coming in most times.” 

Lana peered over the edge of the big hand, watching as Sesa nudged a few things inside. Mostly making sure the lifeboat was back on the scarf, and nothing spilled other than the water in the lid but that had already drained. None of the berries seemed tossed from in that boat. Sesa double checked that no beach lizards were on the wagon before lowering Lana inside the crate. “I'm going to put a weight on top for now, just to keep anything from knocking the lid open.”

“That seems like a good idea,” Lana wavered as she slid off. Grabbing at the nearest support of Sesa's hand. Took a breath and got her balance coordination back. “they can't dig in or claw in right?” 

“Only time they've gotten into a box was when I left the lid off it.” Sesa was still checking outside. “It's not fully sealed, I made these to drain water. I'll hear you for sure if you call out, no more open wind like on the boat. Ready?”

Lana flushed and backed away from the hand she was still partly leaning against. “Right, okay. It's loading and safe, right?”

“Loading, home and safe.” Sesa agreed, not minding that she would have to do all the loading and unloading. She fitted the lid and firmly wedged it down, finding something heavy to put on top before hesitating. Hand touching one of the sides, double checking that the few gaps were not large enough for any aggressive lizard heads. Sesa could have sworn she felt something tap her finger, but was not fully sure so drew back. “Call if you need, I'll get everything up and loaded. Maybe distract these brats.”

Sesa sighed and then moved away, shooing some of the beach lizards. Lana called them…dinosaurs? Something like that. They were almost acting normal now, trilling at her on the way back to the dock. “Rude, all of you, why did you try and eat the Bitta? Lana isn't good, and don't listen to those bad fairytales.”

Did the beach lizards understand her? Likely not so much, but it helped that little bit for relieving some stress. Sesa scrubbed her hands in the sand before stepping back onto the boat. Taking time to just unload everything in the late afternoon-evening light into the dock. Gear and supplies, only talking most care with the dry goods and the bolt of fabric to go put in the wagon. Sesa hesitated in some confusion, as it looked like Asin's handwriting on several crates. Like he had put things into some of the returned crates from others? One crate was definitely not her own and instead something that came.from the store shipments likely. It smelled like…baking things? Was there a mix up? Sesa turned the crate, pretty sure someone put that in her boat instead of by the dock. She was about to open it and saw the paper tacked to the other side. This had her drowning and then lifted the paper.

Not a mistake. Don't think of leaving it. Take what's the real value of the fish in trade, you stubborn woman. 

Next time you're in town, Sesa, bring me some fresh and dried mushrooms! I'll find some more mini plants for you.

Loves from Cally.

Yes I told Asin to hide all the goods in your boat. 

Sesa stared at the letter, thinking of the woman that did not come up to her chest. A woman she really did not want to be on the bad side of, or even a grumpy angle of her. Sesa opened the crate and took a shakey breath, startled but also understood why some of the crates were so heavy. Cally had stuffed them full.

Going back to the dock, Sesa carefully opened each crate, double checking now, to find what needed to stay dry. A few were filled with goods from others she had traded the fish for. Sesa was noticing a bit more of a generous amount from the others, and stood to squint over where Lana was on the wagon. Wondering to herself if this was the Bitta’s good luck. Normally people from town were a lot more stingy than this in Sesa's experience.

Sesa paused once.the wagon was loaded, walking over to check on said Bitta. “Are you okay Lana?”

“Yeah, it's a lot more stable now.” The little voice spoke up from inside, “how's it going out there?” 

“Everything is loaded that's going home.” Sesa assured, picking a onle of the beach lizards off the wheel, giving its own sail like fin a run before gently dropping it off on the ground. “Just going to put the gear away. And Buck should be close enough to hear me.”

“Buck?” Lana asked confused from in the crate. “Who's that?”

“He's the critter that pulls the wagon.” Sesa laughed, “I let him graze around the cove when I'm out fishing, good boy that knows to stay near his wagon.”

“Oh…oooh, that's going to be….big.” Lana realized, and Sesa just barely caught the softer words, “Why is everything so big? Is something in the water?”

Sesa grinned, covering her mouth and chuckling as she walked back to the dock and boat. With everything else moved it was not hard or long for the woman to put away the fishing gear in a shed well up off the shoreline. Then the sails, take the mast down and.pull the boat into the bigger shed that John had helped her make a few years ago. 

She paused at finding a note, the other hermit had come down the mountain and stopped by the cove. Leaving a net made bag filled with some good sized nuts inside that she liked. An offering to see when she would be in town next and if he could trade some of his bear hunt for some things. “Pfft, little do you know, you stubborn man.”

There was a low snort that had Sesa smiling more, taking one of the nuts out and offering it in a flat hand. The big creature rumbled happily at the treat, following Sesa back to the wagon. The woman set the bag of nuts on the seat, made sure the brakes were set, “Okay, found Buck. We can get home now.”

“This sounds so weird, but you might want to tie the box?” Lana spome up, and as Sesa looked over the tiny bita was sitting at a corner and peering out of one of the slightly larger gaps. Watching Sesa get the beastie into his gear and lined up.

“I can, had an idea too,” Sesa assured, coming back after judging the weight in the wagon. She paused to pull off the outer layers of shirts, so she just had her sleeveless under shirt, and pulled the vest over top. Checking the pockets. Then finding some line to tie the crate, moving the weight off to open the lid and peer inside, “Didn't spend all my money did you?” 

“I thought that was for me?” Lana asked, having been sitting on the coin pouch to look out. “Should only take  ...two days to move one thing inside.”

“Well, it shouldn't take more than a few months to move the coins.” Sesa grinned wide at the playful tone. She hesitated a moment before offering a hand near but not beside Lana, “Want to see some of the trip? I promise not to pull you around again if I can help it.”

The little Bitta blinked at the large hand. Then looked up, Sesa could have sworn there was a look like Lana did want to but hesitated. Remembering the beach lizards, the giant woman spoke again.

“You'll be riding with me, out of the reach of the lizards.” She started to pull back but froze as a small hand reached out, catching a finger tip. Sesa smiled again, not as big but delighted that there was some trust shown. The woman just hoped she was not forcing that trust as Sesa carefully lifted Lana out.

“Can we look at some of the local… pla…ants… what is that?” Lana started to ask and then trailed off at seeing the big burden beast now attached to the wagon. 

Buck it's name was, he was dosing a bit while standing in the rigging to the wagon. Massive enough that it's, his back came up to Sesa's chest, it had a broad back and hips. It had what looked like plates of natural armor over its back, hips and shoulders going down about half way. The beast had a base color of dart gray and highlights of brown striping down its legs and on its neck.

“This is Buck, he's my bull Parua.” Sesa introduced as she cupped both hands around Lana. Moving to let her see the Parua creature. “He's wagon trained, the cows are back home, they should be giving both here soon in spring.”

“It's amazing,” Lana's soft voice spoke, trying to peek over the edge of Sesa's fingers and look at Buck's legs. It reminded her of something. Something that tickles the back of your mind but just could not be grasped yet. It was almost alike an elephant, the legs and sort of the build but not exactly. Not like any big dinosaurs either. 

The big creature's face was surprisingly soft. It had larger lips like a horse or a cow, or other grazers like that. Large ears flicked and he sighed looking back at Sesa. As if asking if they were going yet.

“Para…?”

“Par-oo-ah.” Sesa sounded the word out as clear as she could. “Parua. Good livestock and working animals.”

“Parua…” Lana managed the name. “They, um, don't eat meat right?”

“Only grazers,” Sesa assured, but did not take Lana coae to Buck's head. This seemed close enough for the Bitta. “Never seen them even bother the garden birds, or anything small..but you don't need to worry about them. Like I said you'll be riding with me.”

“How?” Lana asked, still distracted by Buck it took a moment for her to look back. Blinking and then gave a nervous giggle at seeing Sesa messing with a small, high up breast pocket on her vest. “Really?”

“It's not deep,” Sesa offered, reflex using her free hand to poke a finger into the pocket that was indeed shallow.

Lana stared at the spot with an unreadable expression. Enough that Sesa started to deflate a bit, worried that she ended up with a bad idea after all. Then the Bitta dissolved into giggling in her hand. 

“I'm… pocket sized?”

Sesa blinked and then gave a relieved sigh, smiling a bit at hearing the giggles. At least she did not seem to be offended by Sesa's idea. “You are, I guess. But if you don't like it we can find a different way of…transport.”

Sesa knew everything was going to get shaken up on the wagon. Thus the extra padding that Asin had done for the small things. She did not want to shake Lana up as well, and was at least sure her own pace was smooth. Lana at least seemed willing to try, and it ended up with her standing in the vest pocket and could fold her arms over the edge of the spot. Looking around, the Bitta notably relaxed a little bit after a few paces of the giant walking to pull the breaks.

Lana felt surprisingly secure there. Then blinked and looked all around now that Sesa was moving and walking alongside Buck. Staring up at the trees, many were well over a good hundred feet tall, old growth trees for sure. Or ancient growth? They were definitely on a cleared path that was wider than the wagon, some smaller shoots of trees on the edges of the path.

Then Lana took in the ‘undergrowth’ between the massive trees, even bigger than Sesa. Who had to easily be between thirty and forty feet herself. The young woman squinted, realizing the grass she was seeing was not, in fact grasses. Lana nudged and pushed at Sesa’s chest, “What’s that?”

“Hmm?” the giant woman rumbled a confused sound. Glancing at Lana and then tried to see what she was looking at. “Stiff grass? It's been going wild the last few years, but they help with erosion.”

“Can I see it?” Lana asked, twisting in the pocket to look up at Sesa’s face, brightened when the giant shrugged lightly with her right shoulder away from Lana.

Sesa queued Buck to slow down before reaching up to help Lana. Really just catching the excited bitta from falling. Sesa was not quite sure how she ended up crouched on the side of the path, holding a tiny human between her hands so that Lana could reach for the ‘grass.’ but watching tiny hands grabbing at the thick grass, and then looked started at the excited yell the followed.

“IT’S CORN!” Lana yelled after unwinding a pod. Buck stopped and turned his head around to try and find the new voice while Lana was tossing up her arms in her own shock, “What. The. Hell. Is this place?”

“Cor-en?” Sesa echoed, baffled, but smiling at the excitement expressed. And at a demand shifted her hands closer to the biggest of the thick grass plants that had a bunch of pods from last fall but were not eaten yet by any wild parua. “Are you going to want to see every plant on the way home?”

Lana looked up, eyes wide, “Yes.”

The instant response and the complete lack of any silliness or sarcasm but the clear want to see all the plants had Sesa laughing. Closing her hands around Lana to both buffer the loud sound and to hold her as steady as possible while Sesa’s shoulders shook. “It’s going to take forever to get home…pffft!”

What normally would take an hour and half, took almost three as after so long Lana demanded to see something she spotted. Amassing a little collection in ‘her’ crate, foodstuffs that she readily recognized mixed into the wild weeds that Sesa knew them as. Even though it took much longer than normal, it did not seem like it. Only all at once realizing it was nearly dark by the time Sesa’s home came into view.

[tenaciousdecapitator]

Hehe I want to return the favor and ask which of YOUR blorbos (Pokemon or not, your choice) would get way into a snowball fight and which would be watching from inside, cozy and warm

Okay so let's start with the Pokemon blorbos and see how many others I remember off the top of my head after that.

Cynthia: She's a Sinnoh girl born and raised, woe to anyone who faces her on the field of snowy battle. Fortunately for the children of Eterna City, she doesn't engage in snowball fights too often. (Though she did teach Gardenia and Candice a few things) Her Garchomp, nesting for the winter in heated blankets and pillows, needs near-constant attention due to being a spoiled little shark baby. Sometimes a Luxury Ball just isn't enough.

Courtney: Team Magma is no stranger to the art of snowball fights. Each winter in Hoenn, Pokemon battles for territory and glory against Team Aqua are often substituted with elegant volleys of frigid projectiles. Courtney studies optimal formations, develops methods of constructing advanced snow forts, and brews the finest hot cocoa to keep their troops' morale up while in the trenches. Despite having long since established the rules of engagement for their winter warfare, both sides cheat. Shelly is irritatingly skilled at sabotage and subterfuge.

Guzma: The only place where snow happens naturally on Alola is on the peak of Mount Lanakila, and Guzma's specialty is Bug-types. Safe to say that he and the rest of Team Skull would be staying inside if they were ever caught in a snowstorm somehow.

Zinnia: She gets way too intense about it after Lisia teaches her the basics. Snowballs with gravel inside, snow-sludge balls aimed between the gaps in her opponents' "armor", close-quarters grappling while threatening some poor teen with an icicle dagger. Zinnia respects opponents who fight back, and enjoys the chase when they try to flee. She'd probably try to use Rayquaza to summon a hailstorm if she ever found herself on the losing side. Meanwhile Lisia got too cold after 5 minutes and went back inside to have hot cocoa with her uncle Wallace while she waits for her GF to finish annihilating the competition.

Drayden, Iris, Looker, and Drasna would all stay inside, not much more to say about them. Moving on to the non-Pokemon blorbos, beneath the cut because this post's already long.

Normally Entrapta's fine with staying inside in her furnace heated science-castle and eating mini-cookies with her hot cocoa, but if Frosta invited her to a snowball fight she'd probably find some way to enjoy it. Building some sort of automatic snowball packing machine, maybe. Unfortunately she probably couldn't use her hair as throwing arms since that'd just make her get cold even faster. Hordak definitely isn't leaving the house, his scrawny ass can barley handle autumn.

Speaking of scrawny dramatic nerds who can't handle cold temperatures, Dirk Strider is from a distant future bad ending Earth that flooded due to global warming, spending his childhood living in the ruinous seascape that used to be Texas. No way in hell that guy's staying outside once it dips below 60, maybe 50 degrees F.

You'd think Princess Rosalina would be solidly in the "Goes hard in a snowball fight" category, since she has magic telekinesis-gravity powers and her Mario Kart maps indicate that she enjoys winter weather. Only one problem: She's used to being almost entirely alone. Lumas can't pack snowballs with their tiny stub arms. Thus, Rosalina is firmly in the "enjoying hot cocoa indoors" category, likely cuddling on a couch next to Samus Aran.

Lastly, Hunter Noceda would definitely take a snowball fight way too seriously. He may or may not win, but he'll certainly have fun doing it. Willow might not have full access to her usual plant magic in a winter climate, but that won't stop her from winning.

[callsigndreadfrost]

Tiny things the boys do when Uthorim isn't feeling his best:

Loke takes him to the more wooded areas where plant life has recovered and they take a nice walk to clear Uth's mind.

Jelani sits Uth in a corner of where Uth keeps his plants and organizes them by name, color and texture while he intently listens to Uthorim just unload.

Angelus takes Uth with him so both can go play with Dagny, Ayo and Bloodfang. Mostly wrestling, fetch, and hide and seek. The five of them get plenty of exercise and gives Uth an outlet.

Loke, Jelani and Angelus take Uth hunting and fishing. It's fun, gives Uth an outlet, and it helps to replenish the food pantry, get some slight practice and it makes for some good bonding.

Angelus invites Uth over to draw. He may not be able to read or write but he sure as shit can draw some pretty epic sketches that look like actual photographs.

Jelani takes Uth with him to bathe and groom Dagny, Ayo and Bloodfang. After that he does the same for any pets in the settlement as well as the brahmin. He even treats small injuries and talks Uth's ear off about animal facts like the dumb little nerd he is.

Loke spoils Uth with his favorite meals, treats and teas (that Jela makes bc Lo doesn't know how to make tea) and gives Uth a massage. Either in silence or if he wants to talk he'll listen.

Loke, Jela and Angelus grab Uth and the dogs, grab some stuff and head on over to the tiny campsite in the woods where they spend the rest day eating snacks, drinking Nuka and at night they puppy pile on Uth and sleep all night.

[gyuluster]

one last present | (f)

“Soobin gifts you something unusual, but oddly perfect.”

oneshot | established relationship! au | 1.7k words

s u m m a r y : soobin has one last birthday present to spoil you with, and you certainly did not expect it.

w a r n i n g s : literally just fluff, so much fluff, soobin is best boyfriend, a little nerd information about animal disease but nothing too grim, a little kiss at the end ):

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e : hello hi this sounds all over the place but idc because it’s @soobmint birthday and this is tailored very much to her liking anyway happy birthday chae i love u so much <3

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“I’M NOT ACCEPTING ANOTHER PRESENT FROM YOU.”

The said boy furrowed his brows, bottom lip jutting out slightly at your words. Despite the image being extremely adorable, you refused to submit.

Choi Soobin had spoiled you enough.

“But, ____,” he began, getting up from the sofa the both of you were cozily settled upon. A few of the opened presents fell on the carpeted floor from his lap, and, letting out a noise, he instantly dropped to his knees, picking up the objects.

“No buts!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms. “You’ve gifted me half the shopping mall! You can’t expect me to accept more!”

The pout was more prominent with every word of refusal. “Honey,” he murmured, and the endearment had your heart skipping a beat. He propped the fallen presents atop the coffee table before you, standing up straighter once again. “I like buying you gifts. I mean, It’s your birthday after all.”

Indeed it was so. Of course you knew, but your boyfriend made sure that you never forgot — the excitement which radiated from him these past few weeks almost became unbearable, knowing he was planning all these lavish outings and presents, but you could not help but go along with his wishful preparation. His pure, unadulterated joy at wanting to make your birthday as special as possible truly touched your heart.

“And plus, after this one, there are no more.” 

When you answered him with a raised brow, quite unconvinced, he raised his fist into the air, a little finger erecting. “Pinky promise.”

“Pinky promise, huh?” You could not help a small smile escaping. “That serious?”

Nodding, he hovered the finger closer to you. “This present will be your absolute favourite.”

Looping your own pinky with his, he helped you off the sofa, making sure you didn’t drop any of the gifts around you. Then, wrapping the rest of his fingers around your hand, he led you out of his living room.

Taking a long journey into the hallways, you both turned to the kitchen, a vast marble sensation of countertops and island bars, courtesy of his parents’ wealth. Catching sight of the wall-length, transparent doors, Soobin held out his free hand, careful to be quiet as he opened the doors into the nature beyond.

The Choi’s garden was another world entirely — perhaps bigger than his house, a fine collection of all the fruit trees, bushes and flowers, scattered upon the lush grass, freshly trimmed this morning. You closed the door after you stepped into the cool evening air, the sun on its way to descent below the horizon.

“Where is this present, Soobin?” you asked him, curious as to why he steered you outside. He only answered with a knowing smile, converse quiet against the grass, hand on yours unwavering.

Your confusion only grew as, swiping past the trail of gran old oaks and birches, you ended up upon the small pond right at the end of your boyfriend’s garden. It shimmered with the golden light of the dying sun, a few crickets resonating around its edges. The little reservoir was your favourite place inside his domain, a lilting peace always exuding from the calm waters, lapping against the slight bank. 

However, as your eyes wandered, there was a new addition, settled beside the pond. “What is this?” you wondered out loud, gazing over the small, wooden structure, slightly bigger than a sandcastle. Its detail was incredibly intricate, a tall arc carved out in the front, a moving creature fidgeting at the edge. The roof was slanted, like that of a miniature cabin, and your previous interest had only heightened, tugging on the sleeve of Soobin’s white shirt.

“Stay here,” he said, letting go of your hand for a moment. Carefully stepping along the edges of the pond, he kneeled next to the wooden construction, leaning in as his hands slid inside the open doorway. You crept a step closer, craning your head forward to catch a glimpse, but when you saw your boyfriend murmuring sweet nothings to the unknown inside, you stopped.

That was when he brought his hands out, now very much occupied. 

A gasp escaped you at what was revealed.

Two small ducklings snuggled in the folds of Soobin’s hand, making soft quacking noises as his finger stroked each of their heads softly. Your face morphed into one of infinite tenderness as a smile curled instantly upon his lips at the reaction.

Slowly, as not to disturb the animals, he walked over to you, eyes never leaving their faded yellow coats. Only when he stepped before you he looked up, sharing some of his elation within your gaze.

“My last present,” he declared. Hovering his full hands closer to you, he added, “Here.”

You did not dare answer him, holding your hands out as, ever so gently, Soobin dipped the ducklings into your care. Their webbed feet clung onto your palms as they curled against you, welcoming your warmth. Your nerves had to be thanked for that, rising with each caress of their feathers against your skin. 

Your eyes lifted to the boy before you.

He was not wrong at all — this really was your favourite present. “How…” you got out, but of course he knew, of course he knew that you had wanted these creatures for so long. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that you wanted ducks — it was certainly a bizarre first pet to have, but you always found these types of birds adorable. Whenever you and Soobin would walk through the parks in your city, you would rush to the waterworks within nature, and stare at the families of ducks for hours on end. Sometimes, the poor boy had to haul you out of the forests, but he always found his heart turning in on itself whenever he stole a glimpse of your excited smile.

So when he ended up in the animal shelter one day, weeks before tonight, in search of these animals, he saw these two baby ducklings, and instantly made sure to whisk them away within his pond, hiding them and their little cabin from your curious footsteps. 

Until this day. When now, they nearly slept with the gentle stillness you kept them in.

He could see it in your eyes. You were already in love with them.

“What…” you gulped, thumbs caressing their tiny heads. “What did you name them?”

Soobin’s hand crept up to his neck, scratching awkwardly. “You better not laugh.”

You narrowed your brows. “Why?”

He pointed at the left duckling. “So this one is Aristotle,” he began, awaiting your teasing, “And this one—” pointing to the right, “—is called Plato.”

There was a long silence before you burst into soft laughter. 

“Hey!” he exclaimed, locking his hands behind his back. “I told you not to laugh.”

“I’m sorry, baby!” you gasped out, grinning. “I didn’t realise one semester of Greek Philosophy could change you this way.”

“Stop!” he whined, stepping closer as he observed the slumbering ducklings. “I don’t know, I just really liked the ring of it, okay?”

“Awww, don’t worry, Soobs,” you reassured him, nudging his leg with your foot. “I like the names.”

It was his turn to give you the unconvinced raise of his brows. “I’d bring out my pinkie, but my hands are a bit occupied.”

Satisfied, he nodded, watching you tend to your living gift with your fingers. “There’s something a little wrong with them, ____.”

Smile fading, you glanced up at him. “What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms. “The lady at the shelter mentioned some time of...preen malfunction?” 

You knew exactly he was inferring to. “Malfunctioning preen glands?” Your fingers brushed against the base of the ducklings’ tails, feeling an odd texture around their feathers. “I researched this while I was looking for ducks as pets. It means that their feathers don’t dry properly, which can be really dangerous for them.”

“Oh my God,” he muttered. “I should have looked into it further!” He groaned, swiping away his hair from his line of sight. “How am I going to take care of them properly?”

Your stare upon him seemed to calm him down. “Soobin, it’s okay.” Gingerly, you patted their backs. “I know how to treat this.”

“I’m sorry for putting this responsibility on you, honey,” he mumbled, taking one final step to you before planting his hands on your shoulders. “I wanted you to have some ducklings, but seeing these sick ones just...it did something within me.

“I felt like I had to get them somewhere safe, ____. And the only safe haven I could think of was you.”

Your eyes widened, his touch all the more prevalent. Soobin noticed, cocking his head. “What are you looking at me like that for?” 

His hands crept up, sliding from your neck to hold your face in his slender fingers. “Do you not realise that I associate you with all the good things in the world?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, refusing to let the sting of tears win over you. “There’s a reason I presented you with the ducklings, honey. If you’re so good to me, then little Plato and Aristotle will forever be loved.”

Oh, God. How could you fight the waterworks after that?

Raising upwards, you closed your eyes as you captured Soobin’s lips, insides singing at how he welcomed the touch. His fingertips stroked your cheeks as he leaned further into the kiss, moving against your mouth like a lovestruck fool, yearning for you and everything you represented. 

As the sun fully descended, you opened up slightly for him, the boy clinging onto your bottom lip till a soft moan escaped you, causing him to lose nearly all of his senses. He might have gone further, may have teased his tongue along the swell of your mouth, but he held back. 

If it weren’t for the creatures nestled in your hands, he would have dared, but he pulled back, breathing a little panted as his thumb caressed the apple of your cheeks. 

“Happy Birthday, ____,” he whispered, eyes swirling with lifelong affection.

“I love you, Soobin,” you replied, lips curving upwards.

Then you looked down at the slumbering ducklings, smile growing.

And I love you two, too.

[tpthvn]

I Feel Little Garden’s Pain  Nobody cares for flowers. Nobody cares for birds. Nobody wants to believe that Little Garden is dying, Nobody wants to believe that Little Garden’s heart- is swollen in this parching heat. Nobody wants to know that Little Garden's mind- is slowly losing its green past. And it seems that Little Garden's sense is a distinct piece, perishing fast, in the isolating scent of the air. Our courtyard is feeling lonely. Our courtyard is yawning- in hope of a possible visit from a raining cloud. Our pool is drained. And young, tiny leaves- are collapsing from the heights of the trees. And from the pastel windows of the cage, song of the birds breaks suddenly- into the attacks of coughing. Our courtyard is feeling lonely. My father says: “I am done with life, I am done with life and I did my work.” In his room, all day long- he is reading history and poems. He tells my mom: “Who cares about upkeep of the yard? I am ill and old and my pension-pay, is just to carry on.” My mother’s entire life is a prayer book, spread at the doors of fright of Hell. My mother is looking every where- for the blessed parts of things. She thinks that Little Garden is spoiled by a depraved plant. My mom is gifted with tons of innate sins. She has to pray every day to save her restless soul. She sends blessing to flowers and birds, She sends blessing to me, my sister and herself, She is longing for the resurrection day- and Divine Pardon that will descend. My brother calls Little Garden “Graveyard”. My brother laughs at the chaos of the lawn- He is counting the bloated bodies of birds, My brother is addicted to Philosophy. My brother knows: to salvage Little Garden, we must wipe it out, as soon as we can! My bother gets drunk, My brother blows up mirrors, plates and painting frames. He is trying so hard, so hard, so hard to show- that he is very desperate, sad and drawn. He takes his ID, his lighter, and his despair- to streets, to bistros and to shops. His despair is so tiny that every night, it gets lost in the crowd of a bar. My sister was friend with flowers and birds. When my mother was mad, wanted to scold her, she was hiding behind the green mass of the trees. She loved to keep company of wounded, unwell birds. My sister is living in uptown now. Now, she has a sham house, Now, she has an artificial plant. She stays with her fake husband, They listen to synthetic music, And they will make lots of natural kids. My sister comes to visit. She doesn’t like dusts of Little Garden. She always brings perfumed, hydrating creams. Our courtyard is feeling lonely. Our courtyard is feeling lonely. The whole day, it sounds like razing and hammering: Our neighbors are implanting mines in their field, Our neighbors are mounting a safety cover for their pool, Our neighbors’ basement looks like a secret arsenal base. Our neighbor’s children are fighting with noisy guns and bombs. Our courtyard is feeling scared. And I am scared of this Heartless Time. I am scared of all those Wasted Hands. I am scared of all these Stranger Heads. I am so lonely, like a nerd in Math Class. I think we have to bring Little Garden to the clinic. I think… I think… I think… And Little Garden’s heart is swollen in this parching heat. And Little Garden’s mind is slowly losing its green past. Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani, June 2006, Montreal. Forough Farrokhzad

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

Sempre Tua - Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: Reader who was best friends with Remus even before Hogwarts. So when they get sorted, she gets sorted into Slytherin while he is obviously in Gryffindor. They remain friends, but he gets some comments from his friends because he's with a Slytherin all the time. So he backs off slowly and they start breaking because he doesn't want to lose his best friends. One day, after not talking to the reader for weeks he gets notes every day from an unknown person. The letters are cute and loving. (1/2) 🐇(2/2) 🐇 And he suspects reader but is unsure and doesn’t want to ask her. After days and weeks of daily notes, the last one arrives and in there it states “I love you, meet me” and when they meet, alone at the astronomy tower he sees that it was really her. They then talk about why they didn’t have contact anymore and how she loves him and he admits to like her too. They begin a private relationship until Sirius catches them. After a while, they see how nice she really is and they accept them �� Warnings: My English, language. I changed it up a bit. Gif and pics are not mine. Credits to their original owners. Except the divider-proud to have created it. Requests are open once more. Sempre Tua: Always yours. Word Count~3.5k+ MASTERLIST/  Pending Request

For as long as you could remember, Remus had always been your friend. You had his parents to thank for that, really. You were living almost next to each other. You had seen him walking around, his tall frame and his messy, sandy hair. Little did you know that you would be harboring feelings for him. One day, just before dinner, a boy walked into the kitchen and sat there in awkward silence while his mother was talking with yours. You knew him and he knew you but you had never exchanged a word... just a smile or two. You weren't that brave but you wanted to make him feel comfortable enough to sit down and have dinner with you, so you introduced yourself and smiled brightly. He was taken aback because he didn't expect you to be kind and warm, especially when you saw his scars in all of their horrific glory. But that was just his opinion, not yours. You were a half-blood and perfectly okay with werewolves but he was about to discover that pretty soon, because honestly who even believed that two ten-year-olds would actually sleep when they had so much to talk about? That night, you talked about everything that popped into your minds, Hogwarts, and magic but muggle stuff as well. He was smart, you had thought when he cast a silencing spell - and right he was. Your parents would have never been able to sleep with your laughs and voices. He would always remember how your small hands and slender fingers caressed one of his scars. "Does it hurt?" you had softly asked him and he had blushed almost immediately. He was grateful that the lights were out, otherwise, he would have been in a very awkward place.  You understood that he wasn't very comfortable talking about that topic. "It's okay, Remy. Your secret is safe with me" you found yourself comforting him as your eyelids grew heavier by the second. He was exhausted as well but your words made him happy because for once in his life, he was accepted for who he was. Since that night, you had become inseparable but your father wasn't that happy about it. He was a pure-blood Slytherin and some habits never really died. He wasn't mean or anything - your mother was a Hufflepuff and it would have been impossible for the two of them to be together if he was - but it hurt you because you really cared about Remus. You had spent almost every day together, waiting for your Hogwarts letters, daydreaming and talking the nights away in a bliss. And that moment came, and you were so excited that you didn't even think before giving Remus a kiss on his cheek. You didn't seem to realize how a single, childish, sweet kiss would haunt him for a long time. You explored Diagon Alley together, got your book, ate ice cream, eyed the new broom that was on display and slept with the promise of Hogwarts imprinted on your minds.

The Great Hall was exactly as your parents had described it. Spacious, enchanting, breathtaking. The Sorting Ceremony had already begun and Remus had been placed to Gryffindor. Of course, you thought. He had been braver than anyone would have expected. And he had already made friends, as you noticed. Three boys, two of them were bubbly, and a ginger-haired girl. They seemed nice and you were happy that he was finally opening up. When the Hat was placed upon your head, you saw him looking at you with a bright smile. The Hat debated where to put you, Ravenclaw or Slytherin. You didn't really want to be sorted into Slytherin because you knew about the rivalry between the Serpents and the Lions. But, alas. "Slytherin!" the hat announced and your heart sunk a bit when you looked at Remus and he looked away. What an irony... You sat down at your house's table and tried to ignore the icy feeling that was spreading all over your insides. Soon enough, you found yourself laughing, eating and chatting with other First Years. They weren't that bad. Spoiled, yes. But not evil. And maybe, Remus would be able to see things through your eyes. Wishful thinking. You were tired and felt grateful when Slytherin's Head Boy told you to follow him to your dorms. You dragged your feet, staying a tad behind everyone else when a certain Gryffindor stopped you. "I hope you had a great first day" he told you sincerely. You smiled and nodded. "See you tomorrow, Rem" you said kindly and waved him goodbye. Maybe, things would be okay. Right?

Months flew by, reality sinking in slowly but steadily. All of your classes needed attention and it was no secret that you were a huge nerd. You didn't do it on purpose, you just craved knowledge... because you firmly believed that education was the key to a better world. You were a bit bullied for that but you he didn't care. Most of your fellow Slytherins thought that you weren't really a Slytherin, after all. But that was okay too. Remus was having fun with his Gryffindor friends but always had time for you...It was the Library, or the Black Lake, or even the Great Hall. With you, it felt natural and it was mutual. You were such a kind soul with a lot of sassiness but it was fascinating. He had absolutely, no problem that you were in Slytherin. He was always forgetting that, with the color of your robes being the only indicator of it. You mostly studied together but had a great time, nonetheless. Months turned into years. Somehow, you felt the warning signs and waited patiently for them to clear but they never did. You knew it would happen at some point. You just hoped that... Well, you hoped that he would still be your friend. Although, you had to admit that it was probably for the best since you had formed a teeny tiny crush. Somewhere between the late night talks and the early morning walks. He had a warrior's heart but his soul was delicate, an unlikely combination he could only put together so well, so... You longed for the summers, where he was free of all the inhibition. You had overheard a conversation that had hurt you deeply but it was the truth. You were a Slytherin and he was Gryffindor. There was no place for a ... friendship like that. And then, summertime was changing everything. You talked, and laughed and had fun. Up until the summer before your sixth year. He didn't talk to you once, barely smiled. He felt awful because you were such a great person. You had been there for him before anyone else. You still smiled warmly at him even if he hadn't done anything to deserve it. You had managed to make him feel guilty for listening to his new friends - they didn't know you like he did. You were sarcastic but when you chose to reveal your soft side, he couldn't help but be mesmerized. You hadn't seen each other all summer long. He had stayed over at the Potter's. You had visited France with your cousin. You had never been so fascinated in your life. Oh, well... once... you blamed his soft caramel eyes. The moment his eyes fell on you, he forgot how to breathe. He forgot that he was in the middle of the Great Hall, he forgot that he was a student there, he forgot that Hogwarts houses mattered. He was scanning your face, figure... You looked ravishing. You had changed a lot. You had become a proper young lady, elegant and sophisticated yet bold and there was also a glimpse of mischief somewhere between your cleavage. You had France to thank for a lot of things - a new garderobe was one of them. Even Sirius, who really despised all Slytherins, wolf-whistled. "Mate... she's hot" he commented without taking his eyes off of your silhouette. Remus was annoyed and he realized why. He actually liked you but he was stupid enough to listen to his friends. You heard the whistle and turned around, a perfectly plugged eyebrow arched, maroon lips smirking lightly when your eyes met his and the smirk turned into a soft smile before returning to your new acquaintances.

You had come to terms with your feelings. You were in love with him. There was no other way to say it. You had no idea when your friendship turned into something more. All you could remember was a shy boy who could barely look at you because he felt uncomfortable in someone else's house. And then, before you could realize it, you found yourself in the middle of it all. It felt ... natural. His impossibly soft caramel eyes, his elegant cynicism, the way he felt so warm and... home. You decided to tell him. One thing at a time. You had planted the first note in one of his books. You were a bit sneakier than that, and since you wanted to give him a sign, you had sprayed the small piece of parchment with your perfume. "Your eyes twinkle with mischief, what are you thinking about? That’s what I always wonder, the curve of your mouth always makes me suspect. I admire your mind deeply but I wonder how many things you leave unsaid". When he found it, he was in the middle of his breakfast, choking on his tea but blushing profoundly at the same time. He looked around, scanned every single one of the students but got nothing. Your glance was quick enough to witness the scene, yet to not be witnessed. He tucked the note back into the book and finished his breakfast before his friends could ask him about it. For the rest of the week, you did nothing, just waited. He was slowly easing up again, as he thought that it must have been some sort of a prank or... that whoever put the note there was done. He wasn't ready to admit it yet, but he did hope for someone in particular. Both, Sirius and James had caught him gazing at you many times and they tried to reason him but he kept denying it... He found the next note in the bottom of his cauldron during Potions. He was a bit preoccupied with hiding it but he did notice the perfume. It smelled familiar and so hypnotizing. "Caramel eyes filled with unspilled tears, how can you be so wonderful? I’ve always believed that people who can feel so much are the kindest. Sensitive, emotional, I dream of you. Your heart reminds me of an endless sea, so much you leave undiscovered". He was left breathless. Who could ever think that much of him? James was faster this time and grabbed the note... He was about to read it out loud but one look at the words stopped him. He felt that it was too personal and beautiful. One thing was for sure. Whoever that person was, their feelings were genuine. You looked at James who just handed it back and turned to Lily. She was lucky, even if she didn't know it yet. "Will you go out with me?" James asked her again, but there was no cockiness, no arrogance in his voice. He was truly nice. Which was the reason why Lily smiled and nodded. "Why not?" she answered, blushing red before returning to her cauldron. Remus was staring at the whole shebang, not believing what had just happened. And then he looked at you... only to find out that you were looking at him already, with a smile plastered on your face. Noo, it can't. Can it? This time, all week long, he kept looking at you. He had to figure out if you were hiding behind those notes. But you never blew your coverage. You were a Slytherin after all. You could be cold and distant. He didn't like that you never smiled back at him that week. He understood how wrong it was... the whole discrimination thing. And it was an even bigger irony that he was the one to push you away while you had accepted him. Who was the wrong one this time, he thought. You were in a rush, trying to make it on time to class. You passed the Marauders by, your cologne making them dizzy... Sirius whistled again but this time he didn't stop there. "Looking good today, Slytherin" he remarked with confidence. You halted momentarily and turned your head a bit to look at him, with a sly smile. "I always look good, Black" you fired back and vanished behind the corner. Sirius was gaping. "She is something else... I take back everything, Moony. If you don't bang her, I will" he said but before he could finish his sentence, Remus banged Sirius' head with Herbology's book. "And that's the only bang you're gonna get" he informed his friend nonchalant but it was too late. "I knew it! You like her!" James screamed and his words echoed in the empty corridor. Remus facepalmed and left them. James was right. He did like you. The last note was elegantly resting on his pillow, a week later. The parchment smelled like you. His pillow smelled like you. It was making him feel lightheaded. You were smart enough to wait for everyone to be cheering for Gryffindor in the Quidditch game and then snuck inside. You left the last note, smiling at it, wondering what will happen but hoping that everything will turn out to be okay. "I often wonder if you were able to just… read my mind. It was easy, too easy, to fall for you. You are tender and familiar. You understand so much of your surroundings and experiences deeper than anyone I’ve known. You are so charismatic". His breath hitched. It had to be you. And then he noticed that there was ink on the back of the note as well. "Astronomy Tower, midnight". It was a challenge for him. He wanted so badly to see who was the person behind this but at the same time, he was petrified in the thought that it might not be you. 

His heart was beating and hammering- he thought that it would pop out of his chest. He had borrowed James' cloak... well, almost. No one knew about this. He took it off in hope that you would be there. At first, he didn't see someone and thought that he was pranked. He was about to turn and leave when you spoke up. "Leaving so soon?" you playfully asked but the darker undertone gave him chills. Something in your voice made him feel so powerless in front of you, once he faced you. Your eyes pierced his. You were done playing games. It was all or nothing and it would be okay no matter what. The faint moonlight was gleaming and he looked so beautiful in that dim light like he belonged there as much as you did. He finally smiled and your heart felt alive after a while. You knew how awful things were but you couldn't have guessed that people would submit to Voldemort willingly and become Death Eaters. You easily understood why he didn't want to be associated with you. But you weren't on that side. "It's you" he simply stated and the thickness of his voice sent shivers down your spine. He moved closer - dangerously close. "And I mean every word, Remus" you truthfully told him. There was no point in hiding. He was looking at you, not knowing what to do. You took a deep breath and started talking... not for long. "I get it. Why you haven't talked to me. I do. It's just ironic, don't you think? Judging me because of my house while I never judged you. I don't think I'll ever be able to criticize you. Or anyone, for that matter. But I get it. All Slytherins are evil, right? All Slytherins are -" you weren't able to finish your thought. "Shut up" he cut you off. He was right in front of you... That was your silver lining. "Make me" you deadpanned. Oh, and he did. Merlin, he did. He grabbed you by your waist and slammed you against him, taking a moment to get high on your scent before he kissed you like he wanted to do for years. He tasted like chocolate and smoke, his lips ever so gentle but his kiss wasn't. It was hungry and almost devouring. Your hands were softly tracing his scars, getting tangled in his hair and roaming his back. At some point, you broke away in desperate need of air. You saw him smiling brightly and you just felt like the luckiest person alive. "You're smoking" you whispered, still inside his embrace. He snorted at your comment. "I am in love with you and all you can say is 'you're smoking'" he playfully made fun of you but he also admitted something that you had only dreamt about.  

You were happy. Your heart soared with excitement and your mind was quiet only with him. He was able to make your thoughts shut up. He was rather good at that, really. You had agreed to keep your relationship secret because no one was ready to actually accept such a thing. It was okay. You were together and that was all that matter to both of you.   He had brought you in his room, being very careful with the others. James was on a date with Lily, Peter was with Sirius planning their next prank and Frank was with Alice. He had the dorm to himself. And well, you were seventeen. You had needs... His kissed were slowly trailing down from your lips to your neck where he worked wonders, to your collarbones and even lower. This summer, you thought, was going to be one hell of a ride. Literally. You kissed sharp jawline, living small bites here and there while your hands slithered underneath his shirt, tracing his torso and abdomen, tenderly caressing his scars as he groaned. But things were about to go public. Sirius was right outside the room, not believing the Map which revealed that you and Remus were very... close. 'We finally broke it' he thought and entered the room only to squeal like a little girl and make both of you, freeze. After a moment of pure silence, two things were heard. "What on earth are you two doing?" a very confused Sirius asked. "Get out!" a very annoyed Remus demanded. You got off of your boyfriend, thankful to have all of your clothes still on. "I know this must seem weird, and I'm sorry" you began but Sirius thought he knew better. "If you wanted a one-time thing, why a Slytherin? Yeah, yeah, she's hot but mate -" Remus didn't let him finish with that and you were glad otherwise, Sirius' head might have been smashed against the wall. He was superficial. "She is my girlfriend, you moron!" he said, embarrassed of his friend. Sirius was still for a good minute. You ever grew worried but then he smiled sardonically. "So, you did bang her!" he remarked proudly. "Get out" was all Remus answered. The tension was unbearable and decided to put an end to it. "Sirius, yes, we are together, you should be mature enough to handle that, and no, he hasn't because you interrupted" you tried to sound as nonchalant as possible but you smiled towards the end. Sirius looked at you like he was looking at you for the first time. "I like her. Keep her" he said to his friend and got out of the room. You smirked with your mind already on your boyfriend. "Where were we?".

Slowly everyone started to digest that you two were in a relationship. Not everyone was okay with it but at least after a while, they left you alone. You had nothing to prove and you acted the way you wanted to, not the way you were supposed to because you were a Slytherin. That alone, made most people not just like you but actually, they wanted to be friends with you. It was strange, really. But a nice strange. The summer was approaching and it was getting hot. Lily had her head on James' shoulder, Sirius was rather loud, Peter was in detention, and Remus had placed his head on your lap as you absentmindedly played with his hair. You had decided to take a break from everything and go to the Black Lake. "I never thought I would be hanging around with a Slytherin but... I'm glad I was proven wrong" James told sincerely. And that was all you needed. "Slytherin or not, you are awesome" Sirius exclaimed. He had so much energy all the damn time but he was truly good. "And she's also mine, Pads" Remus informed his friend and you couldn't help but feel flattered that he was jealous. Lily coughed and said something that sounded much like 'testosterone', making you laugh. "Sempre tua" you softly whispered in his ear and gave him a tender kiss as he cupped your face. Everything was going to be okay.

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[specialmindz]

“NYEH HEE HEE!”

“you having fun bro?”

“Yeah...you’s so nice to da’ baby Snas, I loves you good...” The baby bones continued to giggle happily while Flowey glared at him from the air vent.

“WHY do you have to say it like that? Can’t you say ‘I love you’ like a normal person? Why do you have to talk like baby Gollum?”

“You be ki-et tricksy flower! I’s dancing wit mah precious!”

“heh heh ha ha ha!”

Rolling his eyes, Flowey reached down with a vine and scooped up a nearby book. He couldn’t see what book he had, but it didn’t really matter; he had read all the books in the Nursery a thousand times already.

I wish I could leave the lab whenever I wanted, but I’m pretty sure I’ll burn up if I try to cross Hotland without Smiley.

The Lab entrance may have been only a few steps away from Waterfall, but the temperatures were still dangerous for plant life, and with no crystals to power the air purifiers in the Underground, Hotland had become even MORE deadly. The toxic gases from the volcanic activity had resulted in an increase of sick monsters; so much so, that the Medical Ward had to be expanded to accommodate them all.

Things are getting so bad down here...is Dad’s kingdom gonna fall? We have no power, no air, no jobs, no technology...

“Must be nice being a big stupid baby with no problems or responsibilities whatsoever.”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked at him quizzically. “What chu talkin’ bout’ Dirt-butt? I gots problems, BABY problems...”

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong? Did you run out of toys to break? New things to slobber all over?”

The baby bones crawled over to his toybox and reached inside, pulling out a box of crayons. “See here Dirt-butt? See these crayow-ns?” He turned the box upside down.

CLACK, CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK!

“nice pap.”

“They were pointy and nice once, but now they all flat and broked. Is real sad...”

“So?”

“So I can’t draw wit them good no more! I try and I try, but da’ paper get in the way and I gots to peel it off allll da’ time now.”

“Oh you poor poor thing,” said Flowey turning a page.

“Yeah...the broked ones confuse the baby, cause’ I doesn’t know all my colors yet and I thinks one of the two or-an-ges be red orange and it mess up my drawing!”

“I’m gonna start crying any minute.”

Spoiled little-

“Aw, don’t cry Dirt-butt! Snas gonna get me new cuhweres.”

“i’m getting you new colors?” Sans raised a brow. “and when exactly did i say that?”

“Just now Smiley. You’re soooo nice! Isn’t he the BEST Pappy?”

The baby nodded, smiling. “Yep! My big Buther treat me nice, even if he don’t wash my butt.”

“...What?”

“you can wash your own butt, and you can pick up all these crayons now too.”

“Nope. Can’t. I’s just a baby, so my hand-eye coooord-nation’s not good yet.” Papyrus picked up a crayon and promptly dropped it on the floor to illustrate his point.

“that was nowhere near the box.”

“I know, cause’ I’s a baby.”

“you didn’t even LOOK at it.”

“Cause’ I doesn’t know where it is. I don’t gots da’ object per-me-nance. Dat box is gone forever...”

“pick up your crayons papyrus.”

CA-CACK!

Flowey dropped the book he was reading down from the air vent and onto the floor nonchalant. It was obvious Papyrus was trolling, at least, it was obvious to him, but apparently Sans wasn’t catching on.

“I pick uuup...dis crayow-n.”

“noooo, you’ll pick up ALL of your crayons-”

“I pick up dis crayow-n and I draws on da’ wall.”

“and i’ll bust your little ass. DROP IT.”

“I’ll drop it when I’s done wit the wall-”

“PAPYRUS!”

“Would you be quiet Smiley? You’re giving him what he wants.”

“he wants me to yell at him?”

“He wants your ATTENTION-”

CACK, CACK CACK! 

“bro!”

“NYEH! Nnnnyeh!” Papyrus grabbed a handful of crayons and threw them at the air vent.

CACK CA-CACK CACK CACK!

“Yeah, way to break more of your crayons genius.”

“Nyeh hee hee hee! NYEH!”

CACK!

Sans sighed upon looking at the mess his brother was currently making. NOW he had to not only fit all the crayons in the box one by one (which he hated), but also FIND them all. His baby brother didn’t have a lot of toys, but he made up for it with how many pieces they were in; it would take forever to rummage through the colorful array of broken doll limbs, legos, puzzle pieces, drawings, and fluff from his torn up stuffed animals…

“why do you do these things pap? you know there are monsters out there that don’t have a single toy to play with and here you are breaking all of yours. you think that’s right?”

“Nyeh? Baby earned those toys! I’s da’ one dat go looking for them at the Dump and stuff! Those other babies can kiss my tiny hiney, is not MY fault they don’t search for stuffs like I do; they lazy as hell!”

“Um news flash brat, most babies don’t walk OR talk,” said Flowey frowning. “We just happen to be very unlucky with you.”

“So? They gots big buthers and sissies to do it for them. All they gots to do is cry and the bigger babies probly think ‘aww, my poor widdle buther/sister don’t gots any toys to pay wit. I should go out and get some for them cause’ they’re cute.’

“i’ve never thought that in my life, also, ‘bigger babies?’ i’m not a baby pap.”

“Nyeh heh heh, yes you are silly baby! You’s just fat and smart like me!”

“no really-“

“Except for da’ fat part.”

“…no really, I’m not a baby anymore.”

Friggen’  brat.

“Hm?” Papyrus looked at him with confusion. “But you smells like a baby…”

“because i’m always carrying you.”

“…And you’s bald like a baby…”

“because i’m a skeleton. dad’s bald too bro.”

“Yeah, but dat’s cause’ he old. Old peoples don’t gots hair Snas, erybody knows dat! Besides, you also cry like a baby and you pay baby games wit me.” 

“i don’t cry like a baby!” 

“Yes you do. You’s in denial big Buther. Ya’ gots to embrace da’ cute!”

Flowey picked up another book feeling slightly odd. It had always been quiet in HIS household. His mother and father spent most of their time reading, as did Chara who wasn’t a big talker to begin with, and that left Flowey with no one to really talk to. 

NOW all I want is for people to shut the hell up. Papyrus is so chatty...is he still talking?

He looked down between the slides in the air vent to see that the baby was, in fact, still causing problems.

“Is dat why you eat so much? You trying to get big faster Snas?”

“i’m not fat!”

“You racing baby to the sparklies? You’s trying to get there first?”

“shut up papyrus!”

“Uh oh! Looks like the baby’s cranky Pappy,” said Flowey suppressing a laugh. “You better stop or he’ll start crying again.”

“Nyeh? You cranky Snas?”

“NO!”

“You needs me to wash yo’ butt?”

“i need you to pick up these crayons!”

CA-THUMP!

Suddenly the door to the Nursery flew open with such force that the doorknob slammed into the wall. “Sans, could you PLEASE be quiet?! I’m in the middle of researching something very important and I don’t need another demon baby making noise! Really, I expected this sort of thing out of Papyrus, not from you!”

“HE WON’T PICK UP HIS CRAYONS DAD!”

“I don’t care! I’m very busy trying to save the Underground and I don’t have time for your childish nonsense!” And with that, the irate scientist turned to leave...only to find that a baby bones was now attached to his leg.

“Get off. My. LEG.”

“Kay’, but first you gotta tell Snas he a baby,” said Papyrus smiling at nothing.

“Why? So you two can argue some more? STOP CHEWING ON MY PANTS PAPYRUS!”

“Mamph...no.”

Gaster shook his leg furiously, unable to simply pry him off due to the amount of papers he was holding. “SANS! GET YOUR BROTHER BEFORE I THROW HIM ACROSS THE ROOM!”

“*sigh* alright, c’mere baby bro...”

“NYEH! NO!” Papyrus kicked his own leg at Sans as his older sibling came near, arms held out to pick him up. “Go way Snas, dis Pappy and Daddy time!”

“Noooo, this is the time to let go before you wind up in an orphanage!”

Not that anyone would take you. I’d probably be sued for emotional distress.

Ignoring his family, Papyrus snuggled up to his father’s leg, hoping to go for a ride. If he held on long enough, Sans and Gaster would eventually give up; that’s what they usually did anyway. 

“WHY do these three always have to fight? It was never this loud in MY family...” Flowey rubbed his temple with a vine, trying to will away a headache and keep himself from yelling. It was one thing if Papyrus found who he was, but it was altogether another if GASTER knew. He would no doubt be experimented on even if he DIDN’T know he was the prince, as there were no talking flowers in the Underground. 

In truth Flowey was taking a big risk even whispering to himself the way he was. Monsters these days that were sent to the Medical Ward were being reported as “deceased” later on, and he knew exactly why.

They were being drained of their magic.

In order to conduct power for the Underground, Gaster had turned to extracting magic from his patients. He planned to somehow convert it into electricity without the use of a crystal, but that meant he needed a large source of magic to experiment with and no one who knew about Papyrus and the rumors surrounding the lab would volunteer. It’s not like Flowey BLAMED them, or Gaster for that matter, but he wouldn’t want to be in their shoes either.

If this nerd isn’t using money as a lure, then he must not be getting paid as much as he used to. I guess since the royal guard is such trash, people are turning to crime rather than trying to find a job or whatever. That probably means they’re not paying their taxes too. No taxes means no money for Jibber-Jabber over here, and THAT means more dead monsters.

“Fools. They cause their own destruction.”

“Hm? What was that?” Gaster looked around the room, hearing a voice echo from somewhere.

OH CRAP!

The tiny plant put a leaf over his mouth, not trusting himself not to blurt out another sentence. 

DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT! 

HE’S GONNA FIND ME!

HE”S GONNA FIND ME!

WHY DID I HAVE TO RUN MY BIG STUPID MOUTH?!

“Nyeh heh heh heh! Weeee!” The baby bones laughed happily as Gaster began looking around the Nursery. 

He had definitely heard a voice.

Didn’t Sans say something about hearing voices...?  

“Whoever’s in here, come out. You’re violating the law. This area is off-limits to the public.”

Screw you nerd! I’m not stupid. Go back to whatever rock you crawled off of!

“he’s not gonna come out dad.”

DAMNIT SMILEY!

“he sometimes does, but mostly he stays in the air vent to avoid Papyrus.”

OH MY GOD I HATE YOU!

“Well your little friend just earned himself a trip to the Medical Ward.”

“huh? but he’s not si-DAD!” Sans cried out in horror as he watched his father turn the thermostat up.

“wait, stop! you’ll burn him!”

“He’s a criminal Sans. I gave him a chance to come out and he refused.”

“that doesn’t mean you can just kill him! TURN IT OFF!”

“Nnn..nyeh...? Snas?”

The kid comedian jumped for the thermostat, but came up short. “TURN IT OFF DAD! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!!” 

“Trespassing is not a joke child-”

“PAPYRUS MAKE HIM TURN IT OFF!!!”

“Hmph! As if that infant has any pow-” 

“Turn it off.”

“Hm?” Looking down, Gaster was greeted with a very annoyed baby, his eyes glowing a bright angry orange. “And why should I?” asked the scientist adjusting his weight. 

These papers are getting heavy...

“Cause’ I got your leg douche canoe. Turn it off or face baby’s wrath.”

“Psh, I am NOT scared of yo-AH!”

CROOSH!

Gaster yelped as the infant sunk his teeth into his leg causing him to drop his paperwork all over the floor.

“YOU LITTLE-RUH!”

“NYEHHHHHHHH!”

With an unexpected kick, Papyrus went flying across the room luckily landing in his brother’s arms.

“UHG, GOTCHA!”

 “Snas...”

“you freaking jerk! you can’t just kick a baby!”

“I didn’t kick him, I threw him off. I can do whatever I wish anyway, because I’M an adult!”

“YOU AH-BOOZE DA’ BABY!” 

“I didn’t kick you!”

“I’S TELLIN’ FLUFFY BUNS!”

“Fluffy what?”

“AH! MOTHER-FUCKER! WHO THE HELL TURNED ON THE THERMOSTAT?!” Flowey quickly stood upon the book he was reading to spare his roots from the metal flooring he had been previously on. “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY YOU PSYCHOPATH?! WAIT TILL EVERYONE HEARS ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO THESE MONSTERS! I’M TELLING THE KING, I’M TELLING YOU’RE ASSISTANTS, I’M TELLING YOUR MOTHER!” He blew on his roots to dull the pain he was in, glaring daggers at the scientist.

“I’m calling YOUR mother. What’s your phone number child?” asked Gaster getting out his phone.

“My number? Oh sure thing, I’m REALLY gonna give some CREEP MY phone number. GO BACK TO YOUR TORTURE ROOM AND LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“torture room...? what’s he talking about dad?”

“I’M TALKING ABOUT ALL THE SICK MONSTERS HE’S DRAINING MAGIC FROM TO FUEL HIS STUPID MACHINES!” yelled Flowey angrily. It probably wasn’t too good an idea to be spouting everything he knew about the royal scientist’s experiments, but he was already caught so…

If I’m going down, I’m taking him with me. EVERYbody’s gonna know about his crap! I don’t care HOW pissed this nerd gets!

And pissed he was. If he had spent more time exercising, Gaster would have no doubt crushed his phone he was squeezing it so hard. 

It would be difficult to make a healthy child disappear, as children were considered the Undergrounds second brightest hope. Parents all over were training them young in the ways of magic, praying that one day the combined strength of their little ones would one day be enough to break the barrier the parents had foolishly put up. If ANY child went missing, it was a big deal and the punishment was nothing to scoff at.

Grrah! I want this cretin DEAD, but his parents would go on a witch hunt looking for him and I’m already looking suspicious.

…

Then again, Sans said he was hearing this brat’s voice some time ago. How long has he been away from home I wonder? Do his parents even care that he’s gone? I’ve not heard word of any missing children as of late...

“How old are you, err…”

“Dirt-butt.”

“D-Dirt-butt. Right. How old are you Dirt-butt?”

“Nyeh hee hee hee hee!”

“Who cares?” replied Flowey stubbornly. “Why don’t you get lost idiot? I’m not looking to be friends with a murderer. I have a rep to think about, and every moment I’m seen talking to a nerd like you, damages it.”

“So you’re popular then?”

Damn.

“Of course I’m popular! I know everyone in the Underground and they ALL love me! I’m the cutest…fl-uh…flame elemental in the world.”

“You’re a flame elemental?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“A flame elemental who hates heat?”

“…”

“…”

“…Yes.”

There was a long pause before the scientist finally left the room with a sigh, not bothering to pick up his papers. Whoever this was obviously had no intention of telling him the truth.

I REALLY hope this little menace is a runaway, otherwise he could ruin everything. He won’t go to the public if he’s hiding from his parents, but if I’m wrong…

CA-THUNK!

“HA HA! SUCK IT NERD! I’m NOT a flame elemental and my name ISN’T Dirt-butt! HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

Score one for Flowey the Genius, ohhhh yeah!

C-CICK!

Papyrus gave Flowey a thumbs up whilst munching on a crayon. “Ho-way for Dir-butt!”

“...”

[paladinfeathers]

Headcanon for the Paladins (+ Matt and Allura) knowing their S/O since childhood? Like, since elementary school and earlier, maybe? Thank!

OH BOY, I'm a sucker for childhood sweethearts. Give me fluff, or give me death.

-Mod Rowan

LANCE

- It was your first day of the first grade, and you were at a brand new school. You were pretty terrified of all the new people and places around you, and it was all ten times more daunting because you were completely alone.

- That is, until tiny first-grader Lance walked up to you at recess and gave you some pieces of chalk. The two of you spent the rest of the hour drawing together on the ground, and you've been inseparable ever since.

- Being friends with Lance since childhood means you were unofficially adopted by his entire family. His parents treat you like their own child, and his cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents all see you as a relative.

- This also means you're probably able to hold a decent conversation in Spanish. Kids soak information up like sponges, so essentially growing up in a bilingual household means you learned a lot from the rest of the family.

- Hunk came into the picture a few years later, and maybe at first you were a little bit jealous of him, because for as long as you could remember it had just been you and Lance. But that jealousy faded quickly once you got to know Hunk, because he's a sweetheart. Now you have two best friends.

- It wasn't until your first year at the garrison that you realised you had feelings for Lance. Feelings that weren't quite platonic. It started when you saw him flirting with a really cute girl from one of your classes, and you were overcome by a sudden wave of nausea.

- At first you maybe thought you were coming down with a cold. But then it happened again, and again, and eventually you ended up crying against Hunk's shoulder because 'what the heck are these feelings and why do they exist?????'

- Lance would notice pretty quickly that something was bothering you. You guys have known each other for over a decade, after all. You know everything about each other, and you've shared all your secrets.

- When he confronts you about it, you just sigh and deflate, and tell him you think you're in love with him. There's no point in trying to hide anything. He's a total dork, but he's perceptive. He'd figure it out eventually.

- But OH BOY. The grin on this nerds' face.

- He's just so relieved because he loves you too??? He's loved you since you guys were ten, and now he gets to shout it to the world! If it's okay with you, of course.

-Honestly, you two have the cutest relationship, built on years of trust and friendship and honesty.

- You're his biggest supporter when you all end up in space and he becomes a paladin of Voltron.

- "Heck yeah babe, kick some alien ass!!"

HUNK

- You guys met in kindergarten, during lunch. You kept to yourself mostly, and didn't notice the new kid until a bunch of people started whispering about his lunch.- Everyone else had fruit gushers or lunchables, and Hunk had a delicious-looking homemade meal. Of course, some kids are giant assholes, so a few of them were poking fun at him for the 'weird food' he had.- Especially this one kid, who always got time outs at recess for pushing the other students and calling them names.- So you, quiet little you, marched up to this kid who was lurking over Hunk's shoulder and saying rude things, and dumped your entire thermos of soup over his head.- Of course, the kid tattled, and both you and Hunk got into some deep shit (no matter how many times you tried to explain that Hunk hadn't done anything). - But when you were both sat inside during recess for your time-out, Hunk quietly thanked you for standing up for him, and offered you a snack from his lunch bag. "Since you dumped your lunch all over that kid."- Thus begun your wonderful friendship.- His family loves you, and spoil you with food and treats and hugs. You adore them. They're your home away from home. When you're at Hunk's place, you have no worries. You can just be yourself, and be completely honest about everything, and you know you won't face any judgement.- So the afternoon that Hunk's mom sits you down in private on the couch is a bit of a shock. You're thirteen at that point, and just beginning your awkward high school journey. You don't really know what to do about this sudden confrontation.- But Momma Garrett just smiles at you knowingly. "I see the way you look at my son." You entire face gets hot, and she tries very hard to hide a laugh. "You two would be wonderful together. Ever since he met you, he's been more confident and happy."- You're SHOOK.- Because what the heck, you thought you were being inconspicuous, but here comes your Unofficial Mom, telling you that you should definitely date her son.- You need some time to think.-And by 'some time' you mean, a few years.- You don't tell Hunk about your feelings until the summer before you joined the garrison. - He hadn't thought about you in a romantic way before, and for a while you're heartbroken. Because you think he doesn't love you back. You feel embarrassed and dumb and emotional, and it kind of just sucks.- But over the next few weeks, Hunk thinks more and more about you. About what a great person you are, about how you inspire him to be the best version of himself. About how cute you are, with your corny jokes and bad puns, and your bright smile, and your warm eyes...and how you light up a room when you walk in...and how your laughter makes his heart beat a million times a minute...- OH.- He goes to your dorm immediately to tell you that he most definitely loves you too.- You two are #Couple Goals. And Lance won't stop gushing about how adorable you guys are. Even when you're in space. You're still the Couple Of The Century.

KEITH

- Oh boy.- You met this kid shortly after his mom left. - He was angry, and sad, and confused. It was all very intense, and you had a hard time understanding what he was going through.- Actually, for a while he didn't even recognize you as his friend. At recess, you'd sit near him and play, since he didn't want to join in. You'd take the seat beside him during classes, and at lunch you'd quietly slip some of your gummy candies onto his plate.- You didn't expect him to acknowledge you ever. I mean, he hadn't paid you any mind for the last few months, so why would he start?- Until one day, the class bully tripped you on the playground. You started crying because you skinned your knee and ripped your pants, and the jerk started mocking you for being a crybaby.- ENTER KEITH.- This tiny boy tackled the fuck out of that bully, fists and curses flying everywhere. You'd never heard a seven year old swear before, but then you met Keith.- "How dare you hurt my best friend!!"- The bully had a bloody nose and a sprained wrist by the time a teacher managed to pull Keith off of him. The rest of the kids on the playground were now mildly terrified of him. But you? You looked at him and saw an angel.- From then on, you were a pair. Someone saw Keith in the hallway? Y/N was nearby. Some students wanted you in their group for a project? Nope sorry, Keith has to come too.- You stayed like that all throughout your lives, never giving a damn about what other people thought of your relationship.- By the time you were both established in the garrison, everyone knew that you two were a package deal. But then the Kerberos team disappeared, and Keith got expelled, and then vanished into the desert without a word.- Anyone with eyes could see that you were going out of your mind without your best friend around, without your sole source of comfort. He hadn't contacted you, or left a note, or any way of finding him...- So no one was really surprised when a few pieces of garrison technology went missing, along with you. A few of the other students had made a betting pool to guess how long it would take you to run off to try and find Keith.-But find him, you did.- He was really surprised when he returned from the desert one afternoon, only to find you sitting on the floor of his dwelling reading over his maps, while munching on a bag of candies.- "Keith Kogane, you are such an asshole, you know that?"- He has the decency to look ashamed for leaving you behind. "I'm sorry. I just- I needed to do this. I need to find Shiro-"- You jumped on him and squished him into a hug, trying to convey without words how worried you were.- You wanted to stay with him after that, but he managed to convince you to return to the garrison. If not to help yourself, then to help him find information about what really happened during the Kerberos mission. If you were still at the garrison, you'd have access to information he didn't.- But you made sure to stay in contact.- You guys didn't start dating until after he'd become a paladin. You were worried sick when team Voltron went on their first mission together. So worried, that the moment everyone returned to the castle and Keith stepped out of the Red Lion, you ran up to him and planted one right on his mouth.- You guys are adorable.

SHIRO

- You guys met in the third grade, when your teacher paired you up for the class science fair. At first you were a little bit bummed, because you had big ideas and you really doubted that any other eight-year-olds would be able to keep up with you. But here comes Shiro, who not only liked your ideas, but was able to understand everything and even contribute to the project.- After that, you two were always together. You both loved that you had someone who shared your passions with as much fervor as the other.- You drifted apart for a little while in high school, when you got sucked into the world of peer pressure and started hanging out with the 'cool kids'. You stopped showing interest in science and mathematics, and instead followed the lead of your 'friends' by gossiping and skipping class.- Eventually, your grades started to suffer, and your parents and teachers decided to set you up in a tutoring program. And your tutor? Shiro.- You were distant at first, embarrassed by the kind of person you'd become, and anxious because 'this is the guy who you left in the dust'. And honestly Shiro's a little bit mad at you for leaving him, too. Especially because you left him for the jerky popular kids.- After a few tutoring sessions though, you finally open up to him about everything, about your insecurities and why you felt the need to give up your intelligence. He understands, of course he does. He's always had a strong sense of self, so what the other students said never really got under his skin. But you faced a lot of pressure, from family, from other people, from the world. He gets it.- By the time you finish your tutoring with him, your friendship is stronger than ever, and you're back to your old self; kind, goofy, and smart.- You end up shocking the popular kids with your newfound confidence, and by the end of high school you and Shiro are now beloved in your school. Everyone admires that you're kind to other students, and are always willing to help.- It's not a surprise when you both get accepted into the garrison, and later graduate at the top of those classes too.- But then Shiro went on the Kerberos mission. You can't stop thinking about how it should have been you, instead of him.- You'd been offered a job on the shuttle, but you had been scared. In that fear, you had respectfully declined...only for your best friend to get the offer instead.- And he died. Because you believed yourself a coward.- The 'what if' scenarios wouldn't get out of your head. What if you hadn't been afraid? You'd shouldn't have been afraid. You'd been training for this for years. You should have said yes. If you'd agreed to the mission, like you were supposed to, Shiro would be alive and safe. You can't stop beating yourself up about it.- Then it turns out that Shiro actually IS alive??? And the entire time you're with him, you're in shock. What do you say in this situation? 'Hey best bud, I'm glad you're not dead.' ?- When things settle down a bit, finally, and you're all in the castle and the lions have been retrieved, you tug Shiro aside and take him for a walk around the hallways.- You're both anxious. The tension between you two is tangible, and you can both feel it.- So you decide not to say anything. Instead, you stop in the middle of the hall, take Shiro's face between your hands, stretch up on your toes, and kiss him.- And this man is a dork, who am I kidding? He probably giggles part way through the kiss, and you hide your face in his shoulder and tell him to shut up. You love each other very much.- Space Power Couple.- Also, he likes watching you fight. Your intelligence was always an attractive quality, but watching you move around and destroy enemies? It does things to him.

PIDGE- You're maybe in the same grade as her, maybe you're one year up, and you're new to the school. At lunch, you always hear other students muttering about the nerdy girl named Katie. 'Katie always has her face in a book' or 'she's always drawing diagrams'. Things like that. You've never liked the way that kids get mean and gossipy, as if being smart is a bad thing.- You make it your personal mission to find out who this Katie person is, and befriend her. Everyone needs friends, right?- You had a plan to approach her at lunch, and offer her some cookies you'd made with your dad that had been iced so they looked like spaceships and robots. You figured that snacks would be a good way to break the ice.-But then you saw some of the fifth graders picking on her, stealing one of the books she always wrote in, tearing the pages out, and throwing the remains over a fence into someone's backyard.- She's rightfully pissed at them, but the recess bell ensures that she's not able to go retrieve what's left of her book. So, you hide in a bush while the rest of the students file into their classrooms, and then you sneak into the yard to pick up the pieces.- The next day, you approach Pidge at lunch. Cookies in one hand, mended book in the other. She's excited about the cookies, but nearly cries when you give her back her book.- The pages are crinkled, but they're taped back together in the correct order, and honestly its the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for her?? You also added a drawing in the back of the book; a picture of a robot with rocket arms and a mouth that dispenses snacks. - She won't tell anyone, but she loved that drawing so much, she still has it taped to her bedroom wall.- Fast forward a couple of years, she's still a little bit awkward around people. But you love that about her. You love how passionate she is, and even if you don't always understand what she's talking about, her energy is contagious and you can't help but get excited too.- That being said, you HAVE learned a lot from her over the years. You're not as knowledgeable as she is, but you're able to build computers and complete basic codes.- You've probably also become friends with Matt over time, too. He and his sister are really close, so the fact that you're her extra supportive best friend? You're a good bean, to him. He calls you this. Matt calls you a Good Bean. Matt is a dork.- And you never stop supporting her, especially when the Kerberos mission goes south, and she loses two people she loves. When she gets caught sneaking into the garrison, you immediately apply for a scholarship there. If Pidge needs information, you'll help her get it.- You get accepted into one of the programs there, and you decide to tell her on the day you move into your dorm. But then.- You see her in the hallway.- With short hair.- In the boy's dorms????- You kind of just stare at each other for a moment, before simultaneously yelling at each other "what the heck are you doing here???", "I go to school here!!", "What? Since when?!", "Stop saying everything I'm saying!!". Honestly you guys are two peas in a pod, you even yelled the same things at each other.- You guys settle down and find a quiet place to explain yourselves. She's touched that you would go through all of this to help her out. Of course you would go through all of that for her, you love her. "LIKE A FRIEND." you quickly correct yourself.- Pidge doesn't believe that one bit, but at the moment, she's not ready to date anyone and she doesn't want to make things tense between you two by rejecting you. So she accepts your explanation. For now...- You don't start dating until after she bonds with her lion. She's in a better place, emotionally and mentally, and she tells you this. "So...if you want to ask me out now, I wouldn't say no."- You hide your face in your hands, but ask her on a date anyways.- Spoiler, she says yes.- You guys have a picnic in Green's head while you fly around the stars.- You're the cutest, nerdiest couple.- And when Pidge gets Matt back, he loudly proclaims that he saw it coming from a mile away.

MATT

-You officially met Matt in the fifth grade. Before then, he'd just been another face in your class. But you got paired with his little sister as a reading buddy, and from her, Matt had heard all about you.- "Y/N is the best reading buddy. They like that I love science.", "Today we read a book about computer codes. Y/N even taught me some things about building computers.", "Matt, did you know that Y/N built their own laptop? They brought it to school today to show me and it's so much better than the computers in the classrooms."- Ten year old Matt is honestly a little bit jealous of this mystery person that his favourite sister keeps gushing about. But at the same time, he's really glad that someone else is encouraging Pidge in her interests, and having fun with her. But he's still a little jealous.- Until he actually sees you at school. And wow, you're really cute? His tummy does a little flip when he sees you for the first time, and it concerns him because he's never had a feeling like that before?- He walks right up to you though, and thanks you for taking such good care of his sister. And you smile, because you're really glad to know Katie, she's such a sweet kid, and she has so much potential. "It's also really nice that another kid here likes computers as much as I do."- He very awkwardly tells you that HEY, he likes computers too so maybe you guys should hang out sometime and....talk? about computers. And stuff. He fizzles out into a blushing mess by the time he's done asking you to be friends.- But you're not deterred. You like Matt. Katie talks about him a lot, and he seems like a good person. So your parents arrange a weekend for you two to get together, and it's the start of the dorkiest friendship ever.-No really, you're huge dorks. You guys have projects you work on specifically with each other, and you geek out over sci-fi and dumb memes and the latest news from his Dad's work. - "Matt, I didn't think we were allowed to know about your Dad's work?"- "We're not. Which is why I sneaked past their firewalls and...borrowed the encrypted information...."- "Matt Holt!! You stole from a government facility??!?!"- "I didn't steal it! I plan on giving it back!"- Matt, you can't give back non-tangible information. But you sigh and go along with it, because honestly you're just as curious as he is.- When you're teens, he gets accepted into the garrison a year before you do, due to his ridiculously smart brain as well as references from his Dad. - You miss him dearly for the year he's not in your classes, but he makes sure to send you secret messages from the garrison. He tells you how amazing it is, and how much he's learning, and how great everyone there is. It makes you feel a little bit lonely, because you're stuck in a plain, average world while you best friend is off having the time of his life.- But when you show up at the garrison the next year, everything is as it should be. You and Matt are back together, you're working hard, and your future is bright.- Your re-meeting was strange, though. You got along with Matt as splendidly as ever, but he was just. Gentler towards you? He stood closer to you than he used to, and often had a hand somewhere on your person - your shoulder, your wrist, the small of your back. Sometimes, from the corner of your eye, you'd see him smiling softly at you. Not that you minded any of this.- In fact, you reveled in the attention.- When Matt gave you the news that he'd be going on the Kerberos mission, you were nothing short of proud. You saw how hard he worked, and you knew how brilliant he was. This was an incredible opportunity, and he deserved it more than anyone.- On the day of his departure, you gave him a simple silver necklace, with a square locket dangling from the center. "So you don't forget about me! But you can't open it until you're in space, okay?". You made sure that he promised.- You said your farewells, your hug lingering a little longer than what could be considered platonic. For a moment, you wondered if you should just tell Matt what was in the locket. But no, that would ruin the surprise, and you didn't want to risk rejection before your best friend left for over a year.- Months later, you got the news that the entire Kerberos team had been killed, and you couldn't believe it. Shiro, and Sam, and Matt, were three of the smartest people you knew. They wouldn't have made a mistake. - So you ran to the Holt's house to try and learn the truth, but you only found Pidge and her mom, crying in each other's arms. As soon as you were pulled into the hug, you cried too. Cried for your best friend, cried for the person you loved.- For weeks, you felt empty. Nothing mattered anymore. When Matt died, it was like your happiness went with him. What was the point of having a future if he wasn't in it?- You were completely devoid of hope. Until one day, Pidge showed up at the garrison under an alias. From that moment on, you did everything in your power to help her. The evidence she had suggesting the Kerberos team was alive was astounding.- You never lost hope after that. Even through all the space battles and wounds and combat training and goo-maker malfunctions, you never stopped looking for Matt.- And one day, you wandered out of your bedroom in the castle, still in your pajamas and barely awake. All the paladins were gathered in the common room, and at the center of them was an excited Pidge...and Matt.- Matt. MATT.- You caught his gaze over Pidge's head, and it was like the world around you stopped. - The next thing you knew, you were sobbing in his arms, holding onto him for dear life while he stroked his thumb over the nape of your neck. He kept you in a hug until your breathing had slowed and your tears had dried.- Then, you noticed the silver chain that still hung around his neck, and your entire face burst into flames.- "You, um...you kept it? Even after all this time?"- "Of course I kept it. You gave it to me. It...it helped keep me going. It reminded me of what else I had to come home to."- Somehow, you manage to blush even more. "So...you read my message inside the locket, then?"- Matt nodded and -for someone who's such a goddamned goof- placed the gentlest, sweetest, softest kiss on your lips, "I love you too."- You turn into mush.- You guys are sappy as fuck, and everyone pretends you're a gross couple. But honestly you're so perfect for each other it hurts. Pidge is pretty chuffed about your relationship.

ALLURA

- So, your parents and her parents were pretty good friends. That alone meant you'd have many chances to see each other as children. You were also born within the same year, so your age was another fact you had in common.- Honestly though, you're pretty easy to get along with. You were loyal and agreeable - the calm to Allura's storm. As small children, you spent your days playing in the flower fields, or having picnics together with your families.- As you got older, and Allura's responsibilities and obligations grew, you drifted. But not for long. You refused to let your friendship slip away. Even at nine years old, you were headstrong and determined. You marched straight up to Allura's father one afternoon, completely forgetting that he was the literal king of your planet, and demanded he let you join the royal guard.- "I need to protect Allura from bad people!" you had explained, even though you knew she could take care of herself. Your parents were embarrassed by your indignancy, but King Alfor had just laughed at your angry little pout and patted your head.- You had been far too young to join the guard, but with your parents' permission, he agreed to let you begin training under some of the senior officers.- You matured a little slower than Allura, since you weren't under the same kinds of pressures she was when it came to your social status and expectations. But over time you became level-headed and well-versed in Altean politics, often sitting in on some of your best friends' classes at the request of the King. (And after your classes, you'd study together and grumble that politics were kind of boring).- You didn't know why you were getting all this special training, but if it meant you got to spend time with Allura, then you were happy.- It wasn't until you were fourteen that you learned the truth. You had sneaked out of bed to get a drink, when you heard your parents whispering in another room. So you hid just outside the door and listened.- Your mother was worried that you were going to get stressed, and your father was assuring her that you were alright. Your lessons were doing a good job of preparing you for your future, without putting too much weight on your shoulders. Your mother had argued that being the future Left-Hand to the Princess of Altea was a lot of stress for a fourteen year-old child.- You didn't hear the rest of the conversation after that, because you'd slipped away back up to your room.- You sat down on your bed, and immediately called Allura on a visual-audio device she'd gifted you.- The two of you had sat up for hours afterwards, talking about what you'd heard your parents saying, and what that meant for your friendship.- "Y/N, it means we'll get to be friends forever! I couldn't imagine my life without you in it, and now you'll be here with me." - You were grateful that she had so much faith in you, and in return you worked your hardest so you could support her as a Left-Hand should.- Fast forward ten thousand years, when you, Allura, and Coran are awoken from the pods.- You had vague memories of Alfor telling you that you needed to fulfill your duties to Altea, and go with Allura into the pods. "When she awakes, however far in the future it may be, she will need as much love and support as she can get."- Everything that had happened only ended up pushing you and Allura closer together. With your people and planet gone, she and Coran were the only family you had left.- So you stand proudly by Allura's side, assisting her with anything and everything, and helping her remain strong. You laugh with her, and share her sorrows. You protect her when she needs it, and help her carry the weight of her hatred and anger. You do what you can to make sure she never feels alone.- You don't start seeing each other exclusively until a few weeks after the new paladins were chosen.- The two of you were milling around the control deck, trying to get the castleship back in order. Out of nowhere, Allura pulled you into a hug and thanked you. "You've been by my side for my entire life, and never once have I expressed my gratitude for it."- You assured her that she didn't need to thank you for your loyalty and kindness. She was your best friend, and you loved her dearly. She had always been the one person you could turn to in troublng times, and you trusted her with your life.- For a few seconds, you just sort of stared into each other's eyes. Then you both moved in, sharing a soft, sweet kiss.- And Coran is just kind of on the other side of the room, smiling about how wonderful it is that even after so much destruction and death, there is still happiness and love to be found.- You and Allura are the physical manifestation of 'hold my flower', 'kick his ass baby, I got your flower'. No seriously. She's a paladin, and you've been training most of your life to protect your Princess. You guys kick ass.

[lolainblue]

Thunderbirds       Chapter 12

  Shannon smiled and pulled the plate of pie over so that it was in front of him.  “Okay,” he said, “Date One.  Diner, pie, and cuddles.”  He took a forkful and offered it to me.  “I hope you like chocolate because that's what we have.” 

   I took the bite with a giggle and then picked up my own fork and fed a piece to Shannon.   I remembered the teenagers feeding each other french fries that first night I had sat alone and how silly I had thought they looked.  I figured Shannon and I looked at least as ridiculous, especially when he kept hitting my nose with the whipped cream 'on accident', but it didn't matter.  I was over the moon to be with him, with a guy I had wanted as much as I had come to realize that I did, a guy that clearly wanted me back.  Of course, it didn't hurt that every little smudge of whipped cream got cleared away with a teasing lick and brush of Shannon's lips.  

   Once the pie had been consumed, Shannon slid out of the booth and pulled me to my feet.  “Okay, hope you liked our first date,” he said.  “Time for our second date.  Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”

   “A few times,” I told him.  “My uncle had one when I was a kid, he used to take me for rides around the neighborhood.”

   He put his arms around my waist and pulled me up against him. We had been locked together ever since he had slid into the booth next to me.  We couldn't seem to let go of each other.  “Well, I'm going to take you on a real ride.” 

   Shannon led me to the parking lot and handed me a helmet.  He went over a few basics, like how to sit and where to put my feet and how not to get burnt on the exhaust. I wanted to tell him he had a nice bike but I didn't really know anything about them.  It could have been the lamest bike in all of Southern California for all I knew.  It wasn't like it mattered anyways.  The thought of riding around with my arms around his waist, gripping him tight while the wind buffeted us already had my heart speeding.   

   “Where are we going?” I asked before climbing on. 

   “It's a surprise.”

   Fortunately, we started in town.  There wasn't much chance to get up any real speed and it gave me some time to get used to riding behind him.  By the time the roads started to open up I had become comfortable and was really enjoying the ride. With an ache, I wished we were going to have more time together. I became carried away with visions of spending Sundays together out on the road, discovering parts of the city we had never seen, maybe driving out into the desert with stops at roadside diners. But thinking about what we couldn't have was only going to spoil what little time together we did have, and I didn't want to waste it like that. 

   We eventually came to an overlook where Shannon parked the bike and took my helmet back from me.  The view was amazing, the city spread out beneath us shimmering like Christmas lights.  

   “This is incredible,” I told him, walking over to the edge to have a better view.  “How did you know this was here?”

   He joined me at the hillside, wrapping his strong arms around me, still unwilling to lose that contact. “I explore a lot. I like being off on my own sometimes. Gives me time to think.”

   “I love it,” I said breathlessly.  “Thank you for showing me this.  What a perfect memory of L.A. To take away with me.”  I turned in his arms, embracing his neck.  “Date Two is definitely a success.”

   He gave me another kiss, then removed his jacket and spread it out on the ground. “Come sit down here with me,” he beckoned, taking me by the hand and situating us where we could enjoy both the view and each other.  As I settled into his arms he tucked the hair away from my face, planting tiny little kisses on my forehead.  I was immensely happy to be there with him, even though I knew it was more than I deserved.  

   “Why on earth are you even with me Shannon?” I asked him.  “I treated you so badly, and I can't believe you don't have girls knocking down your door to be with you. “

   “Are you crazy?” he replied. “First of all, no, I don't.  I mean I do all right,  but most of those girls that are hitting on me are just trying to get to Jared.”  I winced, remembering I had, at least to some degree, been one of those girls.  He gave me a little kiss on the nose before continuing softly.  “Not you.  That was a whole different thing.   Stop beating yourself up about that.”

   “I'm trying to let it go, really,” I told him.

   “Well do.  It doesn't matter anymore.  Secondly, I could be asking you the same thing.  Why the heck are you with me?  You're way out of my league.  I never thought I'd even get your number that first night.”

   I balked. “You are so full of shit.  You're this amazing, cool, sexy musician, with all these great stories about places you've been and things you've done.  I'm just some awkward farm-country nerd who spends too much time indoors and has left the country exactly once, on a school trip.”

   Shannon laughed.  “Or, I'm a  high school drop out, marginally employed construction worker with a substance abuse problem who lives with his brother.” I wondered if he truly saw himself that way.  It certainly wasn't how I saw him.  “And you're the funny, sexy, green-eyed goddess with the brains and the scholarships who is probably about 2 years from becoming a famous novelist or something.”

   I wanted to believe him.  I knew him pointing out all the less than glamorous things about himself was him trying to make a point.  It is easy to get lost in our flaws and see ourselves as so much less.  But time and experience had shown me how others saw me, and it hadn't been the way Shannon described.  “It's nice you see me that way,” I told him.  'I don't think anyone's ever described me as sexy before.”

   “Maybe not while you were in the room.”

   I buried my head against his shoulder. When I finally spoke, my voice was little more than a whisper.  “Do you want to know why I got so upset when you guys were calling me sweet and innocent?”

   Shannon turned around so we were facing each other.  “Do not try to tell me you were a virgin.  I know I was a disaster that night but there is no way you hadn't done that before.”

   “No,” I said shaking my head, “not a virgin.” I kept my head down, fidgeting with my ring.  Did I really want to tell him this? I had never even said this to Roger.  “You have to understand, I was a really awkward kid,” I began.  “All knees and elbows, covered in freckles, bushy hair and braces.  I started to grow out of it eventually but it took a long time.  And even once I had, everyone remembered what a dork I had been growing up and that's all they ever saw me as.  Back home, the guys wouldn't come within a mile of me.”    

   “Well they're crazy,” Shannon interjected, resting his hands lightly on my arms.  I shook my head to quiet him, I wasn't done. 

   “When I came out here for school, it was a little better.  Finally got a boyfriend.  Slept with him and lost my virginity when I was 19.  He dumped me two days later.” I could see Shannon was about to say something else but I brought my fingers to his mouth to quiet him. “Had a few decidedly unspectacular encounters with some random guys but that never went anywhere. Next guy I dated I was with for a  year and a half.  We had sex, really bad, unsatisfying sex maybe a handful of times.  Turned out he was gay. You've probably had more sex in the last month than I've had my entire life.”

   “Janey.” His voice was soft.  I couldn't look at him though. “there's nothing wrong with being a little inexperienced and innocent....”

   “There is when you don't choose it,” I told him firmly. “It's one thing to decide that all that sex isn't for you.  It's another thing when almost literally no one wants you.  Don't you get it? I want to walk on the wild side, I'd a hundred times rather be called slutty.  Slutty at least would be a choice I made.  Sweet and innocent just reminds me that I was nobody's choice.  No one wants Janey.”

   Thankfully he pulled me against his chest at that moment because I could already feel tears starting to form again.  My nerves were raw from days of drama and no sleep and confessing to the sexiest guy who has ever shown a real interest in you that you are not, in fact, a sex goddess but just some awkward nerd that everyone else passes over was wrenching.  He held me like that for several minutes, either seeming to sense I needed time to gather myself or carefully crafting his response.  Eventually, he pulled back and waited for me to look at him.  

   “Jane.  I cannot speak for the collection of morons who would pass you over or worse yet, let you get away without enjoying every delicious inch of you. But on behalf of the rest of us, I am sorry, forget them, you are incredible.” Shannon took my face in his hands, pressing his lips to mine as if he could drink all of me in.  I tried to let myself melt against him, to become the liquid he sought he consume.  I didn't deserve him, not for one minute, I didn't think I ever would, but I wasn't going to let my insecurity get in the way any longer.  I opened my mouth to him, sucking his tongue inside when it invaded, twisting my fingers into his wild hair as I finally let go.  As much as I had told myself that fateful night that the passion I felt was just an excess of alcohol in my system, I had also told myself that a sober Shannon would never want me the way he had.  But he did.  It didn't matter one bit how anyone else saw us.  I was his brainy, golden-haired Aphrodite, and he was my sexy, whiskey-eyed rock god.  Everything else was immaterial.

   “I'm going to ask you something Janey,” he finally said, breaking his mouth from mine.  “Would you be honest with me?”

   “I'll try.”

   He pressed his forehead against mine for a minute before continuing.  “So, um, if I'm understanding you correctly, your sexual history consists of losing your virginity, which is rarely spectacular, a few unsatisfying single encounters, and a gay dude that was, your words, really bad.” I nodded.  “And me and that awful sex in the treehouse.”

   “That wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of good until I freaked out on you.”

   Shannon shook his head.  “No, Jane, no it wasn't.  And the fact that that was your threshold for good speaks volumes.”

   Embarrassed, I looked at my ring again.  “I'm sorry, I told you I'm not very experienced.”

   Shannon's response was quick.  “No. No.  Not you.  It was me. I was just pulling your clothes off and shoving myself in.  You were great.  I wouldn't have thought you were inexperienced.”

   “Well, my best friend is Roger, the Slut King of Jamaica Street.  We talk a lot.  I have a lot of theoretical knowledge, just not much practical application.”

   Shannon kissed me again, nipping at my lower lip.  “And that is a situation that desperately needs to be remedied.  I know what we're doing for Date Three.”

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[trashofthewasteland]

for Michelle: 1, 3, 6, 14, 16, 19, 31, 46. for Brick: 2, 10, 19, 20, 27, 35, 36, 44. for Damien: 1, 2, 3, 6, 11, 13, 14, 16, 19, 22, 35, 43, 46, 48 :D

Brace yourself, its a lot of questions okay.

Michelle:

1. What does their bedroom look like?

Her current bedroom is just a bed with a dresser and a hamper for dirty clothing and thats it. There are no decorations, no light, no plants, nothing of comfort other than what is necessary. She would love to have a fancy bedroom, her dream bedroom, but she feels there is no need to spoil herself like that when she doesn’t believe she has earned even that little bit of happiness.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

She does not. Isn’t against of course but being as petite as she is and always spending her days on her feet and moving about she’s simply never considered doing it for herself.

6. Eating habits and sample daily menu.

A balanced meal, or at least as balance as the day allows. She prefers a quick yet filling breakfast, razorgrain biscuits with a some fresh jam. She snacks on from fruit until lunch time where she likes to prepare a veggie stew with meat if its readily accessible of course. Dinner she likes to get a little fancy, a good cut of radstag or brahmin paired with some seasoned tatos and maybe a half a glass of wine if the day went well. She loves to good and loves to get creative with what she has available and always makes due somehow.

14. Physical abnormalities?

Other than her C-Section scar she is very much on the “normal” side.

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Biggest long term goal is obviously to make a life for herself in the Commonwealth. She can’t imagine this life of hers being a happy one or even a peaceful one but she’s determined to at least make it a life. Smallest long term goal is just to man up and return to Shaun and help him in whatever way she can, even if she doesn’t feel like he’s her baby she knows that she is his mother and while she is still able she wants to assist him.

19.  What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Her children. Summerra and Calliope and of course tiny baby Shaun. Thinking about her children is the only way she manages to fall asleep at night. Of course this means she usually cries herself to sleep but hey whats new?

31. Most prized possession?

Her wedding ring. Not because of who she was married to of course but just because of what the ring symbolizes, the happy life and healthy family she almost had and still secretly hopes to have again one day.

46. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Someone tall, dark, and handsome of course. Not really. As someone who was in an arranged marriage she’s not at all picky about things like appearances because none of that matters. She wants someone who she can cherish and dote on, protect and honor and love and someone who lets her do these things. Someone loyal and with a good heart who wants to be as good of a husband as she wants to be a good wife. And obviously someone who loves children because if there is anything she wants in this horrible world it’s to hold her child in it and to finally feel like she has something to keep living for again.

Brick:

2. Do they have any daily rituals?

He does have a few things he does on the regular, none of which he absolutely has to do but enjoys doing all the same. First is his morning hunt. Regardless of what it is (other than a dog of course) he likes his first meal of the day to be something he caught and killed and cooked himself. His first drink of the day absolutely has to be a beer. He prefers it in the morning  though so he can sort of pace himself with other liquor, if he drinks one later in the day he tends to end up drunk as he drinks a lot of other things quickly to make up for lost time. The only other thing he has to do each day is jack off. It’s just a habit at this point, always done out of boredom. That being said if he ends up skipping a day or two he is left feeling very agitated.

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Aside from his obvious hydrophobia and his addictions (should they be considered neuroses) he also suffers from social anxiety and mild depression. He would never and has never admitted to any of them though and will down right deny them all, even his fear of water as he plays it off as just a very strong dislike of it.

19. What do they think about before falling sleep at night?

Either the last pair of tits he say or the last person whose head he bashed in. Sometimes its both.

20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Oddly enough he was as healthy as a brain damaged and addiction born child could be. He was very resilient as a child and more so now as an adult.

27. What is their biggest regret?

He doesn’t have one. He doesn’t regret anything. Mostly because he rarely remembers things in the long term. If he ever has regrets its over something small and just for that moment and that moment early.

35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Hunting. He does it every day even though it takes forever and he could easily just purchase some meat or eat anything else. Yet he does it every day as if just to prove that he can.

36. What makes them feel guilty?

Seeing happy people. Seeing families and friends interacting. Those things make him feel guilty because he assumes that there is something wrong with him or that he did something wrong to not allow him to have or participate in those things. He’s guilty that he’s not good enough.

44. Superstitions or views on the occult?

He has no idea what such things are and if he were to have the concept be explained to him he would laugh and think it stupid. That being said he thinks it’s bad luck to enter a building with no visible broken windows and will not enter without breaking one first.

Damien:

1.What does their bedroom look like?

Like a sleeping bag shoved into a closet. He doesn’t have a room, everything he has and uses is all kept in one small space in the home, despite having all the space to make multiple rooms. He doesn’t like feeling like he lives in a house with the luxury of rooms and items. A fuck up like him deserves nothing but a sleeping back and whatever gear he can carry with it and nothing more.

2. Do they have any daily rituals?

Other than tending to his farm, not really. He’s the sort that likes to live each day like a new one and doesn’t care to do the same thing every day aside from his work duties.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

Yes. Not counting the farm work and his shirtless wood chopping, he likes to keep in shape. He jogs or runs around the areas that he knows are safe, climbs trees and rocksides just to prove that he can, uses weight benches when he stumbles upon them and sit-ups when he’s got the floor space. Exercise was something he picked up in rehab, having something else to focus his mind on and 200+ years later the idea stuck, mostly because he has nothing else to focus his mind on and there are tempting drugs around him all day everyday.

6. Eating habits and sample daily menu?

He is not a picky man. He will eat what he can find, catch, or buy. Doesn’t matter if it’s pre-war or not, he just wants a full tummy.

11. Intellectual pursuits?

He’s a huge fucking nerd. If there is something to learn he wants to learn it. Give him manuals, teach him skills, show him something new. He does not care what he is automatically interested if there is something new to him.

13. Sexual Orientation? And regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

If he had to pick one he would say he’s bisexual, he doesn’t care the gender of who he loves just that they love him back. He doesn’t necessarily care for labels though, he just wants to be loved.

14. Physical abnormalities?

Not really. He’s allergic to a bunch of things that no longer exist like strawberries, cashews, orange peels, and various types of grains and seafood. The only thing that still exists is bubblegum, getting too close to recently chewed gum makes him break out in hives all over.

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?

He does not have any. Of course there are a ton of things he wants to accomplish in his life however he doesn’t expect them to happen nor does he really want to live long enough to see those things happen. He doesn’t believe that he deserves to be able to achieve his goals when he has ruined such things for so many others. At most he just wants to tend to his farm in honor of the family that died there, nothing else sounds realistic to him.

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Usually it’s just the days events, what he did and didn’t do to fix a situation and how he could have possibly fixed it. Of course these pre-sleep thoughts eventually transition to his nightmares about all the lives he’s taken. Oops.

27. What is their biggest regret?

Not taking Shaun into the chamber with him. At least then he would have been the one who was shot and killed and then Shaun would still have a mother and not some fucked up uncle who thought that drugs were a better hobby than staying in school.

35. What activities do they enjoy but consider to be a waste of time?

Answering the math problems in old textbooks. Even though he dropped out/flunked out of school he still has that desire to learn and with math and science being his favorite subjects he loves to do anything involving those subjects. The old textbooks were one thing but once he gets to the Institute and gets to see how much there is for him to take in and learn he takes hours out of his days to do just that. None of it helps on the farm of course but hey it’s his hobby.

43. Religion?

He used to be a semi-religious fellow. Never a church goer or anything but he believed in a higher power out there, one he would pray to for guidance and hope. He still does occasionally, still sort of hoping that maybe one day they will answer. Other than that he’s quiet about it, never preaches or tries to convert, all of this is just for his own personal sake.

46. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Anyone! He’s so fucking desperate for affection that he falls in love at first sight often. Were you nice to him? Did you smile? Did you look in his general direction? He’s already pictured a life with you, fantasizing over what could be. It never lasts of course, he never acts on it, never says a word, and more often than not he goes out of his way to never see said person again to not risk embarrassment. First and foremost he wants a friend, thats what he looks for and if you manage to help him open up and make you a friend then he’s well on his way to falling in love with you. His ideal person though...just someone who loves him as badly as he wants to be loved.

48. If this person were to get into fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

If he were to get into a fist fight, an actual fist fight...it would be brutal and he would be fighting to kill. He’s a big guy, fit and just well built and he doesn’t like to fight, he’s very much against it in fact. So for him to decide that he is going to use his fists for any reason it’s going to get brutal. Heavy, bone breaking hits to the face, neck, and torso. He’s fighting to keep them down for good.