Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's something between those two, I mean, it's totally obvious by now, isn't it?
Many things... like... not enough sharks! Or... not enough chainsaws!
Well, I'd use our official term, but it's still a secret, isn't it? I wanted to be, um, ambiguous? Come to think of it, we can even stay here, I don't mind to be honest... had conversations like these before and usually it did not backfire on me, nobody really notices when you have a conversation on the past pages.
Ah, of course, those two...
A tornado... of sharks... what could possibly go wrong with this movie? Definitely an interesting movie to wa… moretch.
I like how you're just casually saying "next door". But it's true, almost nobody here would have any idea what we're talking about.
Okay, so Cara wrote the third instalment to her Hunger Games AU, remember that? She sent me it a week ago, but I don't think she's in the right mind to post it here, so I'll post it either tonight or tomorrow for her. I've been given permission by her, she's even admitted that she's still feeling pretty rough. I've also let her know that we're all here for her, and that she can come on here whenever she likes to talk.
I'd really like to see her happy again, and, fingers crossed, she will be when she comes on here and sees how much we care. Because we do! She's a part of our family, and has been for a long while, now.
So, yeah. I'll hopefully have that up at some point.
Are you kidding me? It's practically confirmed, there's no doubt about that xD
0/10 too much tornado, too little shark?
Secret it may be, we've just never had a reason to mention it and it might be a bit weird to do so now. I've had countless back-page conversations with people that have never been discovered... and then some that have. But we're not discussing state secrets, are we?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's something between those two, I mean, it's totally obvious by now, isn't it?
Many things... like... not eno… moreugh sharks! Or... not enough chainsaws!
Well, I'd use our official term, but it's still a secret, isn't it? I wanted to be, um, ambiguous? Come to think of it, we can even stay here, I don't mind to be honest... had conversations like these before and usually it did not backfire on me, nobody really notices when you have a conversation on the past pages.
He doesn't know what he's doing until it's already over.
It's not until they have money -- the kind that you think will let you live the rest of your life without worrying again -- that he realises that it really doesn't help them with the little things.
The desert is still a desert and no amount of coins is going to teleport them to the end of it and, when they do get across, he thinks he's never felt so exhausted before.
It's a little ridiculous; Rhys can pride himself in having survived situations most of his ex-coworkers would've succumbed to long ago but he's irrationally more scared of dehydration than he ever was of a vault monster. Maybe it's because not everyone is there but he can't bring himself to pretend he's not enjoying the company no matter how much he tries.
He drops himself on the floor with a loud thud that attracts her attention enough to make her look back at him and, in the middle of his heat induced stupor, he can still feel a sense of satisfaction that lingers even after she moves to walk ahead of him again.
Of course she's stronger.
"Hey," he croaks and internally cringes at his own cracked voice, "can we... can we stop? I'm dying here."
Fiona sighs and it makes him pout a little -- he's trying and he really doesn't mean to hold them back but he's not built for this like she is and her seeming disapproval just rubs that in. He knows her idea of 'you're one of us now so suck it up and learn' is beneficial to them but he's not quite ready to let go yet.
"...Fine," she gives in and he can detect her eyes softening, just a little, under the usual facade, "but don't take too long, it's going to be dark soon."
It is and he knows that even if he heat bothers him now, the stinging cold is going to be worse later.
"I won't," he promises and prays he can actually keep it this once, "I just wish we had water."
"We will when we get back to the hotel," she reassures him but her face doesn't match her optimism and he wonder if she's honestly talking about the water at all, "we just... we just need some luck."
Suddenly, he understands what's bothering her but he doesn't bring it up when she finally drops next to him with a badly concealed yawn. It's eating at him too lately -- he can't imagine how much worse it is for her to be missing her sister -- but pressing on isn't going to help their search and he's frankly too scared to try anything.
But he's never in control of his own body -- or at least less times than he'd like -- so even he almost gasps when he realises he's scooted so close to her now that their arms are brushing. Surprisingly, she doesn't flinch and she doesn't look at him but he can tell the corners of her lips are tugging upwards, only so slightly, and he realises then she knows exactly what he's trying to do but he can tell she's probably not anticipating what's next either.
And he knows he hasn't planned this far and that they've been stuck in this dance of will-they-or-won't-they for all the months they've spent together but he risks everything right there and then when he leans down and presses a kiss to the back of her shoulder.
The fabric of her clothes feels strange against his lips but it's not entirely unpleasant when her heat is seeping through it (and he finds it hilarious he'd been complaining about it just a few minutes before) and he opens a tentative eye to peek at her once he pulls back.
It's as if the area is burning for her too because she lays a hand over if, mouth agape and face flushing, and he thinks it's definitely not just the weather getting to her.
"What was...?"
She's not stuttering but she's eating her own words and Rhys considers he might have hit a jackpot far higher than any vault when she bites her lip in confusion.
"You know what." And he leaves it at that because they're both aware and he thinks he doesn't need to embarrass either of them anymore for today.
She asks no questions as she gets up but she offers him a hand and he knows this is her way of acceptance. Her touch lingers for a few seconds longer than it needed to and he decides it can't hurt to keep her there a while longer so, when he intertwines their fingers without permission,he doesn't expect resistance.
And there is none.
I am sooo sorry for any typos, I honestly tried to fix all of them this time but I might have missed something.
We need to stop or I'm gonna die from his adorableness, handsomeness and all this things I don't have time to write.
He will be the death of me someday, I swear.
Goddammit, I really need season 2 with Rhys (and Rhyiona) in it or.. bad things will happen.
He doesn't know what he's doing until it's already over.
It's not until they have money -- the kind that you think will let you live the … morerest of your life without worrying again -- that he realises that it really doesn't help them with the little things.
The desert is still a desert and no amount of coins is going to teleport them to the end of it and, when they do get across, he thinks he's never felt so exhausted before.
It's a little ridiculous; Rhys can pride himself in having survived situations most of his ex-coworkers would've succumbed to long ago but he's irrationally more scared of dehydration than he ever was of a vault monster. Maybe it's because not everyone is there but he can't bring himself to pretend he's not enjoying the company no matter how much he tries.
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He doesn't know what he's doing until it's already over.
It's not until they have money -- the kind that you think will let you live the … morerest of your life without worrying again -- that he realises that it really doesn't help them with the little things.
The desert is still a desert and no amount of coins is going to teleport them to the end of it and, when they do get across, he thinks he's never felt so exhausted before.
It's a little ridiculous; Rhys can pride himself in having survived situations most of his ex-coworkers would've succumbed to long ago but he's irrationally more scared of dehydration than he ever was of a vault monster. Maybe it's because not everyone is there but he can't bring himself to pretend he's not enjoying the company no matter how much he tries.
He drops himself on the floor with a loud thud that attracts her attention enough to make her look back at him and, in the middle of his heat induced stupor, … [view original content]
He doesn't know what he's doing until it's already over.
It's not until they have money -- the kind that you think will let you live the … morerest of your life without worrying again -- that he realises that it really doesn't help them with the little things.
The desert is still a desert and no amount of coins is going to teleport them to the end of it and, when they do get across, he thinks he's never felt so exhausted before.
It's a little ridiculous; Rhys can pride himself in having survived situations most of his ex-coworkers would've succumbed to long ago but he's irrationally more scared of dehydration than he ever was of a vault monster. Maybe it's because not everyone is there but he can't bring himself to pretend he's not enjoying the company no matter how much he tries.
He drops himself on the floor with a loud thud that attracts her attention enough to make her look back at him and, in the middle of his heat induced stupor, … [view original content]
He doesn't know what he's doing until it's already over.
It's not until they have money -- the kind that you think will let you live the … morerest of your life without worrying again -- that he realises that it really doesn't help them with the little things.
The desert is still a desert and no amount of coins is going to teleport them to the end of it and, when they do get across, he thinks he's never felt so exhausted before.
It's a little ridiculous; Rhys can pride himself in having survived situations most of his ex-coworkers would've succumbed to long ago but he's irrationally more scared of dehydration than he ever was of a vault monster. Maybe it's because not everyone is there but he can't bring himself to pretend he's not enjoying the company no matter how much he tries.
He drops himself on the floor with a loud thud that attracts her attention enough to make her look back at him and, in the middle of his heat induced stupor, … [view original content]
Damn, people actually discover some of these convos? I wanted to discuss some state secrets actually! Should I do that in a PM then? Like, PM PM, not the secret PM?
Are you kidding me? It's practically confirmed, there's no doubt about that xD
0/10 too much tornado, too little shark?
Secret it may … morebe, we've just never had a reason to mention it and it might be a bit weird to do so now. I've had countless back-page conversations with people that have never been discovered... and then some that have. But we're not discussing state secrets, are we?
He doesn't know what he's doing until it's already over.
It's not until they have money -- the kind that you think will let you live the … morerest of your life without worrying again -- that he realises that it really doesn't help them with the little things.
The desert is still a desert and no amount of coins is going to teleport them to the end of it and, when they do get across, he thinks he's never felt so exhausted before.
It's a little ridiculous; Rhys can pride himself in having survived situations most of his ex-coworkers would've succumbed to long ago but he's irrationally more scared of dehydration than he ever was of a vault monster. Maybe it's because not everyone is there but he can't bring himself to pretend he's not enjoying the company no matter how much he tries.
He drops himself on the floor with a loud thud that attracts her attention enough to make her look back at him and, in the middle of his heat induced stupor, … [view original content]
We need to stop or I'm gonna die from his adorableness, handsomeness and all this things I don't have time to write.
He will be the death … moreof me someday, I swear.
Goddammit, I really need season 2 with Rhys (and Rhyiona) in it or.. bad things will happen.
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God... someone should cue the X-Files theme song over here...
He's such a cheeseball, I just wanna hug him and touch his hair.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's something between those two, I mean, it's totally obvious by now, isn't it?
Many things... like... not enough sharks! Or... not enough chainsaws!
Well, I'd use our official term, but it's still a secret, isn't it? I wanted to be, um, ambiguous? Come to think of it, we can even stay here, I don't mind to be honest... had conversations like these before and usually it did not backfire on me, nobody really notices when you have a conversation on the past pages.
I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH.
Well....
@ABigBadWolf said he'd have one tonight..... -stares-
Don't feel terrible. Think of happy Rhyiona thoughts!
You asked.
The X-Files theme
Okay, so Cara wrote the third instalment to her Hunger Games AU, remember that? She sent me it a week ago, but I don't think she's in the right mind to post it here, so I'll post it either tonight or tomorrow for her. I've been given permission by her, she's even admitted that she's still feeling pretty rough. I've also let her know that we're all here for her, and that she can come on here whenever she likes to talk.
I'd really like to see her happy again, and, fingers crossed, she will be when she comes on here and sees how much we care. Because we do! She's a part of our family, and has been for a long while, now.
So, yeah. I'll hopefully have that up at some point.
T-this is perfect!
Thank you. I love you too.
Are you kidding me? It's practically confirmed, there's no doubt about that xD
0/10 too much tornado, too little shark?
Secret it may be, we've just never had a reason to mention it and it might be a bit weird to do so now. I've had countless back-page conversations with people that have never been discovered... and then some that have. But we're not discussing state secrets, are we?
Here's hoping he will keep to his word...
He doesn't know what he's doing until it's already over.
It's not until they have money -- the kind that you think will let you live the rest of your life without worrying again -- that he realises that it really doesn't help them with the little things.
The desert is still a desert and no amount of coins is going to teleport them to the end of it and, when they do get across, he thinks he's never felt so exhausted before.
It's a little ridiculous; Rhys can pride himself in having survived situations most of his ex-coworkers would've succumbed to long ago but he's irrationally more scared of dehydration than he ever was of a vault monster. Maybe it's because not everyone is there but he can't bring himself to pretend he's not enjoying the company no matter how much he tries.
He drops himself on the floor with a loud thud that attracts her attention enough to make her look back at him and, in the middle of his heat induced stupor, he can still feel a sense of satisfaction that lingers even after she moves to walk ahead of him again.
Of course she's stronger.
"Hey," he croaks and internally cringes at his own cracked voice, "can we... can we stop? I'm dying here."
Fiona sighs and it makes him pout a little -- he's trying and he really doesn't mean to hold them back but he's not built for this like she is and her seeming disapproval just rubs that in. He knows her idea of 'you're one of us now so suck it up and learn' is beneficial to them but he's not quite ready to let go yet.
"...Fine," she gives in and he can detect her eyes softening, just a little, under the usual facade, "but don't take too long, it's going to be dark soon."
It is and he knows that even if he heat bothers him now, the stinging cold is going to be worse later.
"I won't," he promises and prays he can actually keep it this once, "I just wish we had water."
"We will when we get back to the hotel," she reassures him but her face doesn't match her optimism and he wonder if she's honestly talking about the water at all, "we just... we just need some luck."
Suddenly, he understands what's bothering her but he doesn't bring it up when she finally drops next to him with a badly concealed yawn. It's eating at him too lately -- he can't imagine how much worse it is for her to be missing her sister -- but pressing on isn't going to help their search and he's frankly too scared to try anything.
But he's never in control of his own body -- or at least less times than he'd like -- so even he almost gasps when he realises he's scooted so close to her now that their arms are brushing. Surprisingly, she doesn't flinch and she doesn't look at him but he can tell the corners of her lips are tugging upwards, only so slightly, and he realises then she knows exactly what he's trying to do but he can tell she's probably not anticipating what's next either.
And he knows he hasn't planned this far and that they've been stuck in this dance of will-they-or-won't-they for all the months they've spent together but he risks everything right there and then when he leans down and presses a kiss to the back of her shoulder.
The fabric of her clothes feels strange against his lips but it's not entirely unpleasant when her heat is seeping through it (and he finds it hilarious he'd been complaining about it just a few minutes before) and he opens a tentative eye to peek at her once he pulls back.
It's as if the area is burning for her too because she lays a hand over if, mouth agape and face flushing, and he thinks it's definitely not just the weather getting to her.
"What was...?"
She's not stuttering but she's eating her own words and Rhys considers he might have hit a jackpot far higher than any vault when she bites her lip in confusion.
"You know what." And he leaves it at that because they're both aware and he thinks he doesn't need to embarrass either of them anymore for today.
She asks no questions as she gets up but she offers him a hand and he knows this is her way of acceptance. Her touch lingers for a few seconds longer than it needed to and he decides it can't hurt to keep her there a while longer so, when he intertwines their fingers without permission,he doesn't expect resistance.
And there is none.
I am sooo sorry for any typos, I honestly tried to fix all of them this time but I might have missed something.
Happy birthday lotti!
We need to stop or I'm gonna die from his adorableness, handsomeness and all this things I don't have time to write.
He will be the death of me someday, I swear.
Goddammit, I really need season 2 with Rhys (and Rhyiona) in it or.. bad things will happen.
Speak of the devil! Right on time!
the hell, guys, have faith in me
it's the need
the need for speed
Swoons.
I smell so many heretics...
We do, we do...
But a little motivation never hurt anyone. Hey, be glad we're not all punching you in the face like earlier.
EDIT: Whoa you posted it before I even.....fhowefj
tfw your friends dont believe in you
did he die from a heart attack
(this is so cute, i cant)
Oh and I forgot, kewl pumpkins x)
He came through! It's a miracle!
(Great fanfiction by the way. I give it a Big 10/10)
In the words of Shia Labeouf.
I JUST MELTED............ that last part made me die nd go to heaven
Damn, people actually discover some of these convos? I wanted to discuss some state secrets actually! Should I do that in a PM then? Like, PM PM, not the secret PM?
hahaha thanks (cx
Um....
I'm just gonna be....
Over in my bedroom...
screaming into my pillow
You'd wish for that to happen, wouldn't you?...
YES PLEASE i miss you bro
short and sweet
still waiting for your ff.net account and stories tho...
Classy Chef
But it'll be a beautiful death, that's for sure.
We'll riot. WHO'S WITH ME??
BUT I DID
Thank youuu