A choice of several - freshly baked bread, old books, or -oddly- cigarette smoke in the cold night air, reminds me of night games at the football in the winter.
11. Are you happy?
Generally yes - I’m currently suffering from a stinking cold, but I’ve got a fun weekend ahead of me with lots of christmassy food to eat in the forthcoming weeks!
24. What movie would you use to describe your life?
Fast and Furious 6. It’s about family, driving fast, The Rock is there, also there’s a tank for a bit.
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Espeon: Who is your favourite fourth generation Pokemon?lUXRAYThese grumpy-looking electric fuzzballs are v. important to me tbhThey’re also quite possibly my favourite electric type, and back when I first played Diamond, and I’ve had one on my team EVERY time I’ve started a new gameI love the Shinx evolution line too much, I just can’t not
Chikorita: Which is your favourite region?Ooh… Honestly I’ve only seen like three of the regions so far because I haven’t played all of the main gen. games yet (I’m trying to fill the holes and catch up lmao), but of the ones I have… I think it’s a toss up between Johto and Sinnoh for me, right now. I feel very nostalgic for Johto, but Sinnoh’s much fresher in my mind and I? Don’t think I’m going to be able to choose one or the other until I’ve played Diamond/Pearl/Platinum again and gotten my hands on a copy of HeartGold or SoulSilver
Entei: What is your dream team?Probably Charizard/Typhlosion/Infernape, Luxray, Gyrados, Gengar, Beedrill/Scyther and… Lairon/Rydon/Steelix?I’m a little indecisive and also suddenly started worrying about having mostly gen. 1 Pokemon on my dream team for some reason, soI have a feeling this list will probably change once I’ve played more of the main gen. games (especially once I discover more dragon types), but for now this is where I’m at dream-team-wise
Latias: What Pokemon do you wish you could have in real life?I think probably a Luxray? It seems like a good Pokemon to have in a world that… Well, isn’t really built to cope with the existence of Pokemon in it (I’m assuming this is a “everything is the same but I have a Pokemon” kind of thing, so like there wouldn’t be wild Pokemon everywhere and Pokecenters and all that jazz). Plus, y'know, I do love them a lot. But I just have this mental image of a Luxray following me around (especially one that I’ve evolved all the way from a Shinx, I love the idea of evolving one all the way; I love the idea of doing that with any potential Pokemon that I’d have in the real world and having all these experiences with it whilst it “grows up” tbh) and looking elegant and acting a little like an overly large and extra sentient house cat? And being a lil’ grumpy but also protective and doing cute and nice but potentially silly things sometimes like trying to charge my things when it notices they’re low on battery and stuff, and it seems… Nice.I’d also consider certain fire or dragon types because I love those types too, though in the case of the former I’d worry a little that they’d be a bit of a walking fire hazard. Getting past that though, I feel like an Infernape would suit me (because fire and fighting types)! I wouldn’t say no to a Charizard either actually, or possibly a Typhlosion? But I’m a little less sure about thatAs far as dragon types go, I don’t even know that many that aren’t fricking massive Legendaries because of how many Pokemon games I’ve played so far (and how far I’ve got with said games) but from looking at a list of all the current ones I quite like the idea of having a Flygon? But Heidreigon seems promising too, as do Garchomp and HaxorusI guess like a top five of Pokemon that I’d want to have in real life would be in no particular order Luxray, Infernape, Flygon, Garchomp and Haxorus. But the overall winner (for now, at least) - as you might’ve already guessed from how much I’ve rambled on about it - is Luxray :’)
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I always love slightly-insecure-Vaughn. Having had a crush on Rhys for the longest time but never doing anything about it because he didn't think he stood a chance. ---- So after writing this out I went to check what fics you'd already written. You wrote almost exactly what I described. Bro for bro is one of my favourite fics! I didn't know it was by you! So now I don't have a prompt for you, but I can use this moment to tell you I love your writing at least. :D (And your Fiona cosplay!)
Aaaaaaaaaaa, thank u!! ^_^ <3333 And, uh, I know this wan’t exactly a prompt but incescure Vaughn is mY JAM HOLY HECK so I ended up writing a little something anyway…… what can I say I identify too hard with both of these nerds but inseCURE VAUGHN,,, I LOV,,,,,,,,,, THIS SMOL NERD,,,,<33333
anyways, yup - fic!!
EDIT: aaand this is also on ao3
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Rhys crawls into bed late - kept up once again by the glare of hiscomputer screen and a vague idea that somehow, somewhen, if he keepsplugging hours into this thankless job there has to be something init for him. A pay-rise, a promotion, a cushy executive office with aswivel chair he can spin around in when nobody’s watching… At somepoint even Rhys has to concede that maybe this is a dream for anotherday and he reluctantly calls it a night, stumbling into the bedroomand rubbing his eyes blearily before curling up under the covers.
Vaughn makes remarkably little objection to the disturbance, allowingRhys to manhandle him into a cuddle with only a vague sleep-dazedgrumble of “’s late.”
Rhys sighs. “Yeah, I’m sorry man, I just had a few things tolook over, and then a couple other things came up, and then I get anemail about this huge fire in one of the mines and loads of thePandoran convicts we had working on it are dead which, like, ruins mybudgeting so I had to start again on that - oh, and Yvette is stillawake and wants to know what we’re doing food-wise next Sunday and…well, you know how it is.”
Vaughn says nothing.
“I mean, work, right?” says Rhys, with a world-wearychuckle that has been honed to stone-cold perfection by years ofawful office parties and forced conversation with Vasquez overmediocre wine and cheese.
Vaughn makes a vague sleepy snuffling noise.
“Uh, I didn’t wake you up, did I?” asks Rhys, suddenlyaware of exactly how late it is, and how long ago Vaughn turned infor the night.
“Doesn’t matter,” Vaughn mumbles.
“No, it - bro, of course it matters! Urgh, now I feel horrible.I’ll be quieter next time.”
“Rhys, it’s fine. Go to sleep.”
“Yeah. Right. Yeah I should probably stop talking now and…keeping you awake… Uh. Sorry.”
Vaughn, eyes closed, curled up against Rhys’ chest, says nothing.
Rhys kisses his forehead. “Night bro. I love you.”
Vaughn stays quiet, and Rhys hopes that that’s because he’s asleepand not because he’s mad about being kept awake. Either way, Rhysfigures he should probably do something nice to make up for it,especially given that it’s not exactly the first time this hashappened. Somehow a lot of important stuff ends up blurring into thebackground when he’s busy working, and in the pit of his stomachthere’s a vague nagging guilt about all the times he’s been up lateand out early and missed movie nights and dates and who knows whatelse. Of course, once he’s made it big and he’s rich as sin he’llnever have to work another day in his life and he can make it up toVaughn then. And he’ll be able to buy him whatever weird nerd stuffhis weird nerd heart desires, like that clunky Atlas watch and theexpensive gun he’d mentioned that one time. Although the second onemight be a bad idea because Rhys is pretty sure the only really bigargument he’s ever seen Vaughn and Yvette have was about that gun.Vaughn had mentioned it and Yvette made a huge fuss about thebranding because she… really liked Maliwan snipers? Maliwansubmachine guns? Or maybe it was her who liked Dahl and Vaughn likedsome other brand or something. Either way, Rhys had got hopelesslylost in confusion over the nature of the argument almost immediately,and after about half an hour (by which point the whole cafeteria wasstaring because Yvette had climbed most of the way over the table inher fury and was jabbing Vaughn in the chest with a celery stickchanting “Incendiary! Weapons! Are! The! Shit!” over andover again while Vaughn attempted to fend her off with a carrot andsnapped “Corrosive!” back at her every time she spoke) heinterjected to say that, personally, he wasn’t all that fussed aboutweapons in any sense other than as stock to be manufactured and sold.In which capacity, he’d said, with a self-important little smirkbecause he was suddenly aware that the whole cafeteria was watchingthis exchange, he supposed you could say he was very interested inguns, because he loved his job. Loved it! And in any case, surelyHyperion must be producing the best weapons? Why argue about theseother inferior brands when they worked for the best weaponsmanufacturer in the universe? Vaughn and Yvette had looked at himwith identical expressions of total shock, and neither of them spoketo him for almost two days after that.
Rhys smiles at the memory despite himself. He still doesn’t quite getthe whole thing about guns, even though Vaughn and Yvette have bothtried to explain it to him on several occasions, but there’ssomething very endearing about the way Vaughn’s eyes light up whenhe’s talking about something that matters to him. Rhys has listenedto a hell of a lot of very long, very excited rambles about the finerdetails of accounting practise without taking anything in other thanthe way Vaughn waves his hands when he’s happy, or the way hisnormally hunched shoulders straighten up as he raises his voice inexcitement. So even if guns still remain mostly uninteresting to him,he’ll gladly put up with any number of mind-numbingly dull rantsabout weapon specs just to see Vaughn smile.
He’s so wrapped up in the image of Vaughn in his head that it takes amoment for him to register that the real Vaughn in front of him hasasked him a question.
“Oh,” says Rhys, glancing at Vaughn - who now looksconsiderably more awake and for some reason slightly concerned -“sorry, I thought you were asleep - what did you say?”
“I said are you sure?”
“About what?”
Vaughn sighs, rolling over and plumping his pillow. “Well, Imean, you were there doing your whole ‘I love you, goodnight’ thingand I just… I… are you sure? About that and about, uh, about us,I guess?”
Rhys chuckles, “Having second thoughts?” After a moment theimplication of Vaughn’s question sinks in, and Rhys blurts apanicked, “Wait, shit, you’re not having second thoughts,are you?”
“No! No, I’m- I was asking if you were.”
“Yeah, but why are you asking? That’s kind of a big thing to landon me at two in the morning if there’s not a good reason behind it.”
Vaughn sighs. “Oh, come on. You know why.”
Rhys searches his mind frantically, but comes up blank. “Uh… no Idon’t.”
“Rhys. Seriously.”
“Dude, stop looking at me like that! I don’t know what this isabout. Pinky promise.”
Rhys offers his pinky, and Vaughn shakes it - and then utters abemused, “You actually don’t know what I’m getting at here?”
“No?”
“Huh. You must be the only person on Helios not to know, then. Yourealise everyone thinks it’s weird that you’re dating me? We’re thesubject of,” he wrinkles his nose disdainfully, “gossip.”
“Wait, what?”
“Rhys, I swear, if you’re playing dumb with me…”
“I pinky promised, dude!”
“That’s… yeah, I guess you did.” Vaughn sighs again, rubbinghis temples and frowning slightly. “It’s just that it’s sortaobvious what I see in you, what with you being stupidly good-lookingand-”
“Oh, so you only want me for my - admittedly pretty sweet - body,huh?” smirks Rhys, trying to inject some humour into theconversation, which seems to have got very serious very quickly.
“No!” says Vaughn, “No, of course not, I was going to say aboutyou being clever and funny and-”
Rhys kisses him before he can continue. “Dude, relax. I’m joking. Ilove you.”
A little smile flutters over Vaughn’s lips for a moment. “I loveyou,” he says, and then the smile is gone and he’s back tofidgeting with the sheets, staring down at his hands and biting hislip. “Which is sort of the problem, I guess. Or, well, not aproblem exactly but it just worries me because I- well I- I-” heclears his throat awkwardly, and it’s too dark for Rhys to tell ifhe’s blushing but he sounds flustered like he does when the tips ofhis ears are going pink.
Rhys strokes his cheek, wishing that he could make whatever it isthat’s upsetting Vaughn just disappear, but also increasinglyconcerned that what’s upsetting Vaughn might, in fact, be Rhyshimself. “I’m listening, bro,” he says, “You can tell me.”
“Well, I like you a lot and I can’t work out what the hell you evensee in me and sometimes I worry that you feel like you have to act asif you like me back because we’re friends or because you feel sorryfor me or because you’re too nice to tell me that you don’t want todo this any more or…” He shrugs. “I mean, it’s not as thoughyou don’t have better offers! Toby from HR definitely likes you, andthat guy in the bar last week was flirting with you and he wasactually really cute and I’m just… I’m an accountant. You know? AndI’m awkward and sort of shy and… I just worry. You don’t have tosay stuff if you don’t mean it, you know that, right?”
Rhys makes a very quiet and hugely undignified screeching noise inthe back of his throat.
Vaughn blinks at him. “Are you alright?”
Rhys wheezes slightly with sheer disbelief. “You- you think I- ohmy god, Vaughn, no, you-” he tugs Vaughn closer, wrapping his armsaround him and trying to convey through sheer force of contact howtotally wrong Vaughn is. It’s a moment before he can collecthimself enough to speak again. “I like you, bro, of course I do Ilove – you – so – much,” he says, punctuating the last fewwords with kisses.
“But why do you love-” begins Vaughn, only to be cut off byanother kiss.
“Because I do,” says Rhys, emphatically.
Vaughn looks as though he might have something to say to that, butthen Rhys is kissing his way along his jawline and onto his neck andhe ends up giggling instead. “Argh, Rhys, quit it, that tickles.”
Rhys leans back for half a second, and smirks. Then he brushes hislips right along the sensitive spot beneath Vaughn’s ear, and Vaughnsquirms, still giggling and slightly breathless.
“I mean it,” he laughs, “Rhys, stop, that tickles so bad.Rhys!”
Rhys does it again.
“Idiot,” grumbles Vaughn, but he’s still smiling.
Rhys grins back, immeasurably glad to see that the worry and thedoubt seems to have receded from Vaughn’s eyes. “I mean it,though,” he says, cupping Vaughn’s face in his hands. “I loveyou.”
“And you show it by… tickling me?”
“What can I say? I’m an asshole.”
“You are an asshole.”
Rhys shrugs modestly. “Well, I try my best.”
Vaughn laughs again, and Rhys thinks it’s the nicest sound he’s everheard.
“I mean it, though. I love you.”
“Yeah?”
“So much. Like, a lot.”
“Uh-huh?”
“Like… to the moon and back.”
“That’s really not that far,” says Vaughn, rather primly.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t say which moon.”
“Alright, which one?”
Rhys hesitates for a moment. “Uh, one that’s really far away.”
Vaughn raises an eyebrow.
“Super far away,” says Rhys.
“Yeah? Well I love you to a moon that’s even further away andback.”
“Show-off,” snorts Rhys.
They lie there for a moment, noses touching, smiling gently. ThenRhys squeezes Vaughn’s hand. “I do, though. I love you,” he says,softly. “You know that, right?”
Vaughn looks at him for a long moment. “I… yeah. I do. Right nowI do. But I might… you might have to remind me, sometimes.”
Rhys brushes his nose against Vaughns. “I will,” he murmurs, andfor a split second he holds Vaughn’s gaze with total sincerity –then he grins, and adds, “I’m gonna remind you of it all the time.It’s going to be obnoxious.”
“You reckon?”
“Yup. Just, like, all the time. I’m gonna be there, getting in theway, reminding you I love you when you’re busy trying to work, or youneed to eat quickly because you’re lunch break’s almost over, oryou’re trying to watch tv… obnoxious. Totally obnoxious.”
“Sounds like you,” says Vaughn. Then he leans in and gives Rhys akiss. “It’s late, bro.”
Rhys looks at the clock and winces. “I have to be up in about fourhours. Urgh.”
“You should sleep.”
“So should you. I can’t believe I kept you up all this time. I’msorry.”
“What? No, come on, I kept you up,” says Vaughn.
They both look at each other for a moment, both on the brink ofbreaking out into giggles, but it’s Vaughn who eventually snorts outthe inevitable, “That’s what she said.”
Rhys pokes his chest affectionately. “Go to sleep.”
“Oh, come on, you were thinking it too.”
“Sleep!” says Rhys.
Vaughn yawns, and tugs the covers up to his shoulders. “Yeah.'Night bro. I love you.”
“I love you too,” says Rhys. “'Night.”
Silence falls, and after ten minutes Vaughn begins to snore quietly.
Push off a cliff: JACK. JACK I AM GONNA SHOVE YOU OFF THAT CLIFF I JUMPED OFF FOR ERIDIUM. (not: I don’t hate-hate Jack. I just. Want revenge for Angel)Frick frack: MoxxiMarry: Angel.Set on fire: Vazquez. Wrap a blanket around: Angel, all the vault huntersBe roommates with: Gaige
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Push off a cliff: Ramsay.Frick frack: No one honestlyMarry: Sansa maybe? idk prolly no one. Set on fire: Ramsay.Wrap a blanket around: The Stark sisters.Be roommates with: Brienne.
