[fic] four speed fics!
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shannys_cornerTitle: four speed fics
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kiyala
Word Count: 150~200 each
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: from G to PG-13
Warnings: gay men and crack
Disclaimer: Inception is the wonderful brainchild of Christopher Nolan
Notes: Sovisualcomplex and I played a game today in which we gave each other prompts and then had six minutes to write. My prompts were: 'bus stop', 'awkward business meeting', 'it smells like... GIRLS in here' and 'he went to the corner store, and didn’t come back'
Bus stop
There’s a bus stop in front of Arthur’s apartment. He doesn’t use it, but he knows it’s there.
This is because every morning, on his way out of the door and on his way to work, Eames is standing there with a cheery smile, ridiculously bright shirt, and tuneless whistle.
Eames lives half an hour away from Arthur’s apartment.
It’s become something of a ritual now. Arthur wakes up, eats breakfast and gets dressed for work. He steps out onto the street below, his bag slung over his shoulder. Eames nods a good morning to him, cheerfully butchering another classic rock song. Arthur’s shoulders slump and he quickly gives the smallest of nods in return, before going around to the carpark and to his car.
Then, one morning, Eames isn’t there. There’s nothing but peace on the way to work.
Arthur isn’t sure why that bothers him.
awkward business meeting
“Eames, you can’t be serious, we need to get to that meeting in ten minutes, we don’t have the time for this.”
“Are you saying I can’t make you come in ten minutes, love?”
“I’m saying I don’t want you to!” Arthur trails off in a gasp as Eames’ hands slide down his sides, gripping his arse and pulling him close. He grins against Eames without quite intending to, and swears right against Eames’ ear.
“I fucking hate you.”
“Of course you do.”
*
Fifteen minutes later, they stumble into the room, where Cobb and Mal are waiting, clearing their throats.
“Sorry,” Arthur says, straightening his tie. “Something came up.”
Eames snorts quietly under his breath and Mal smiles at them both.
“So did Eames manage it, in ten minutes?” she asks innocently. “Because you took fifteen. Maybe next time you can pick the bathroom across the building, if you don’t want to be overheard.”
“it smells like… GIRLS in here.”
“It smells like… girls in here.”
Arthur raises an eyebrow. “It smells like lavender, Eames.”
“Like girls,” Eames insists, giving the apartment an exaggerated sniff. “Like slumber parties and chick flicks and—”
“Of course. You’d know all about those.”
“I forged the sixteen year old daughter of a politician, once,” Eames says. “Of course I do. Why does the place smell like girls?”
“It smells like lavender,” Arthur corrects, “Because I was cleaning.”
“With lavender-scented cleaning products?” Eames asks. “Good god, you are gay, aren’t you?”
“I’m glad it took cleaning day for you to notice,” Arthur deadpans, ducking as Eames attempts to kiss him. “And I’ll thank you not to stereotype. The convenience store was out of Ocean Breeze.”
Eames simply laughs, hooking his fingers into Arthur’s belt loops and pulling him into a kiss.
“Oh darling. What would I do without you?”
He went to the corner store, and didn’t come back.
Arthur hangs up the phone and drops it onto the floor.
“Arthur?”
“Mal is dead.”
Eames frowns. “What?”
“Mal,” Arthur repeats, turning. “Jumped off a building last night. She’s dead.”
“Jesus—” Eames’ hands go to the sides of Arthur’s face. “Was that Cobb? Is he okay? Are you okay? God, Arthur…”
Arthur shakes his head, pulling away. “I’m going to the corner store and getting something to drink. Lots to drink.”
“Arthur—”
“Be here when I’m back,” Arthur means it to be a question. His voice catches. “Please.”
An hour later, he’s still not back. Eames is restless, he’s worried, and he’s never hated having an active imagination more.
He goes out, walking and searching until he finds Arthur on a park bench, without any bottles, sitting with his head in his hands.
“She’s gone, Eames,” he sobs, not even looking up when Eames sits down beside him.
“Shh, Arthur. I’m here. You’re not alone.”
Without a word, Arthur turns his face into Eames and holds him close. Eames lets him.
x
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 150~200 each
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: from G to PG-13
Warnings: gay men and crack
Disclaimer: Inception is the wonderful brainchild of Christopher Nolan
Notes: So
visualcomplex and I played a game today in which we gave each other prompts and then had six minutes to write. My prompts were: 'bus stop', 'awkward business meeting', 'it smells like... GIRLS in here' and 'he went to the corner store, and didn’t come back'Bus stop
There’s a bus stop in front of Arthur’s apartment. He doesn’t use it, but he knows it’s there.
This is because every morning, on his way out of the door and on his way to work, Eames is standing there with a cheery smile, ridiculously bright shirt, and tuneless whistle.
Eames lives half an hour away from Arthur’s apartment.
It’s become something of a ritual now. Arthur wakes up, eats breakfast and gets dressed for work. He steps out onto the street below, his bag slung over his shoulder. Eames nods a good morning to him, cheerfully butchering another classic rock song. Arthur’s shoulders slump and he quickly gives the smallest of nods in return, before going around to the carpark and to his car.
Then, one morning, Eames isn’t there. There’s nothing but peace on the way to work.
Arthur isn’t sure why that bothers him.
awkward business meeting
“Eames, you can’t be serious, we need to get to that meeting in ten minutes, we don’t have the time for this.”
“Are you saying I can’t make you come in ten minutes, love?”
“I’m saying I don’t want you to!” Arthur trails off in a gasp as Eames’ hands slide down his sides, gripping his arse and pulling him close. He grins against Eames without quite intending to, and swears right against Eames’ ear.
“I fucking hate you.”
“Of course you do.”
Fifteen minutes later, they stumble into the room, where Cobb and Mal are waiting, clearing their throats.
“Sorry,” Arthur says, straightening his tie. “Something came up.”
Eames snorts quietly under his breath and Mal smiles at them both.
“So did Eames manage it, in ten minutes?” she asks innocently. “Because you took fifteen. Maybe next time you can pick the bathroom across the building, if you don’t want to be overheard.”
“it smells like… GIRLS in here.”
“It smells like… girls in here.”
Arthur raises an eyebrow. “It smells like lavender, Eames.”
“Like girls,” Eames insists, giving the apartment an exaggerated sniff. “Like slumber parties and chick flicks and—”
“Of course. You’d know all about those.”
“I forged the sixteen year old daughter of a politician, once,” Eames says. “Of course I do. Why does the place smell like girls?”
“It smells like lavender,” Arthur corrects, “Because I was cleaning.”
“With lavender-scented cleaning products?” Eames asks. “Good god, you are gay, aren’t you?”
“I’m glad it took cleaning day for you to notice,” Arthur deadpans, ducking as Eames attempts to kiss him. “And I’ll thank you not to stereotype. The convenience store was out of Ocean Breeze.”
Eames simply laughs, hooking his fingers into Arthur’s belt loops and pulling him into a kiss.
“Oh darling. What would I do without you?”
He went to the corner store, and didn’t come back.
Arthur hangs up the phone and drops it onto the floor.
“Arthur?”
“Mal is dead.”
Eames frowns. “What?”
“Mal,” Arthur repeats, turning. “Jumped off a building last night. She’s dead.”
“Jesus—” Eames’ hands go to the sides of Arthur’s face. “Was that Cobb? Is he okay? Are you okay? God, Arthur…”
Arthur shakes his head, pulling away. “I’m going to the corner store and getting something to drink. Lots to drink.”
“Arthur—”
“Be here when I’m back,” Arthur means it to be a question. His voice catches. “Please.”
An hour later, he’s still not back. Eames is restless, he’s worried, and he’s never hated having an active imagination more.
He goes out, walking and searching until he finds Arthur on a park bench, without any bottles, sitting with his head in his hands.
“She’s gone, Eames,” he sobs, not even looking up when Eames sits down beside him.
“Shh, Arthur. I’m here. You’re not alone.”
Without a word, Arthur turns his face into Eames and holds him close. Eames lets him.
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Date: 2010-09-14 01:00 pm (UTC)Take the Award and then GET OUT. lol!
I just hate you so much, But I love you too.
I love Eames butchering a classic rock song, Mal's comment, Arthur coming out to Eames over lavender cleaning products and the fact that the last prompt was actually kinda cracky in my head but you managed to make it so achey and perfect in your fic.
Let's do this again some time
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Date: 2010-09-14 02:15 pm (UTC)*struts with her Award*
We really do need to do this again. It was so much fun!
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Date: 2010-09-14 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-14 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-14 04:08 pm (UTC)But I loved =D
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Date: 2010-09-14 04:24 pm (UTC)But I'm glad you loved it <3 :D
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Date: 2010-09-14 07:30 pm (UTC)And Arthur, lavender, really? :P
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Date: 2010-09-15 07:11 am (UTC)And Arthur maintains it wouldn't have been his first choice xD
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Date: 2010-09-15 02:48 pm (UTC)One of the things I love the most about this mangaka is how little conversation she uses in the beginning; it really is about a picture being worth a thousand words. I just go D'aaaaawwwwww every time I think of this manga. ♥♥♥
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Date: 2010-09-15 07:01 am (UTC)“I’m glad it took cleaning day for you to notice,”
BWAHAHAHAH.
Excellent stuff, this.
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Date: 2010-09-15 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-17 02:16 pm (UTC)Please write more!
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Date: 2010-09-17 02:26 pm (UTC)and I shall definitely write more ;D
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