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Title: I Can't Hide, I Can't Hide
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: Beware of Beatles overload.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 1,452
Summary: A love story told via the greatest of all love songs, I Wanna Hold Your Hand. A story in 5 parts.
Notes: Prompt from

inception_kink meme: "'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding. Trust me. I've thought a lot about this."
I warned you once, I'm warning you twice: there be Beatles in this here fic. And a whole helluva lot of hand holding. Also: extra credit for those who spot the (somewhat glaringly obvious to a certain extent) reference to Doctor Horrible.

( Oh yeah I'll tell you something )

Title: I Won't Mind (if you take off all your clothes)
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: I MADE CRACK AGAIN. WHAT.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 1,446
Summary: Arthur makes a list of ways in which all the wild monkey sex he is having with Eames is getting in the way of Work. They try to refrain for a bit but that...backfires.
Notes: Prompt from

inception_kink meme: Arthur and Eames try to make their relationship less sexual by trying to stay off sex for a while. When they both realize that this is impossible, they try to seduce each other to make the other break before themselves.
PS - The title (and the cut-text) is from Ida Maria's song I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked. BECAUSE OF THE APPROPRIATENESS OF IT.

( What the hell do I do this for? You're just another guy. OK, you're kinda special. )

Current Music: Ida Maria - I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked

Title: Can You Picture That?
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: This ended sadder than I originally intended. There have been calls for a sequel. It is in the works. It will be happier. Probably.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 1,750
Summary: Backstory!fic. When Arthur first vets Eames for a job, he discovers thousands of pictures and a MySpace page. This is, obviously, a terrible idea for a criminal. They begin a long-term argument about Eames's penchant for photography. Arthur begins to collect the discarded photographs when Eames leaves them all over the warehouse.
Notes: Prompt from

inception_kink meme: Arthur realizes how much of a fucking camera whore Eames is.
I should make a separate list for the mopey fics I write. I quite like how this one turned out, though, even if it took a sad turn at the end.

( Photographs and memories / All the love you gave to me / Somehow it just can't be true / That's all I have left of you )

Title: Idle Hands
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: This is nearly a month old. What. It's a total geezer by the standards of this fandom.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 2,075
Summary: Civilian, non-criminal life does not suit Arthur. He gives it his best shot, though.
Notes: Prompt from

inception_kink meme: Arthur is actually attempting to have a normal life after the events of Inception... find a normal job, have normal hobbies, you know, things that don't involve dreams, guns, explosions or death. It's ... not going well.

( Lighten up while you still can )

Title: Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name (a.k.a., Eamestown)
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: I thought kitten!fic was crack. And then I wrote this. And now I know better.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 3,034
Summary: There's a little town in New Jersey where everyone knows and loves Eames. The team ends up there accidentally after a botched job and hi-jinks ensue.
Notes: Prompt from

inception_kink meme: rthur needs to get a taste of just how much he fails to appreciate his Mr. Eames. Cue FANGIRL ATTACK. IDK,, just make it so that Eames is something of a celebrity in whatever town they happen to be in--maybe they go back to his hometown? And Eames is a former rugby star or something (guh), and Eames is constantly swamped with starstruck girls (and of course guys) who think he's the greatest thing ever.

I DON'T KNOW. BUT I WROTE IT.

( THIS MUST BE WHAT GOING MAD FEELS LIKE. )

Title: Leave Behind My Wuthering, Wuthering Heights
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: I think Arthur is a little OOC in this but...it's the traditional TA/student thing. I kinda think that has to be OOC.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 2,442
Summary: Arthur's the TA for Professor Cobb's Victorian Lit class. Eames is annoyingly personable with the cashier at the bookstore and may or may not be trying to sleep with Arthur for an A.
Notes: Prompt from

inception_kink meme: Eames is currently a student enrolled in Cobb's class, ____ (you pick, something intelligent, please). He's also got this embarrassingly-huge crush on this guy he met at the bookstore (twice) who wore a three-piece suit. That's all fine and dandy, until he finds out that his crush, Arthur, is Cobb's new teaching assistant.

The title comes from--and if you don't already know this, BE SCHOOLED--Kate Bush's song, Wuthering Heights. I am putting the video behind the cut cuz I know some people are deeply offended by the awesomeness of the dance. So, be warned. Kate Bush is waiting behind the cut.

Also. Extra credit for anyone who spots the History Boys ref. Alsoalso. This is, like, an old man by Inception fandom standards. I wrote it about a month ago.

( Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home / I'm so cold, let me in at your window )

Current Music: The Puppini Sisters - Wuthering Heights

Title: Lessons in Kissing
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: This is ridiculous. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I own no real life people. I have no insider information into how lovely boys live their lives. All I can claim is loads and loads of wishful thinking.
Word Count: 2,593
Summary: Tom finally got a role in a romcom but he seems nervous when he meets up with JGL in NYC. Could it be that he-of-the-luscious-lips needs kissing lessons?!
Notes: Prompt from

inception_kink meme: Tom finally gets to star in a romcom.

( Joe tried to examine Tom's profile without either alerting Tom to the fact he was staring or betraying the fact that he thought Tom was lying. Tom had mirrors. He had his thousands of MySpace pictures. He must know that the only thing the world wanted more than to watch him blow buildings up in wifebeaters was to watch him have slow, romantic sex with just about anyone, really. )

There has been glorious, fantabulous, adjective-destroying-from-sheer-awesome fanart for one of my fics!

The fic is Are You Working Up to Something? (a.k.a., Arthur Doesn't Know They're Dating) and the fanart is all here, from the [insert absurdly hyperbolic adjective that is still not worthy of the wonderfiliciousness of this business]

dumbimps.

Dudes. This is...I don't have words.

Title: Always Where I Need to be
Author:

ifeelbetter
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value.
Word Count: 3,002
Summary: Eames drunk-dials Arthur.
Notes: Written for the

inception_kink meme. Prompt was Eames is drunk and lonely and drunk-dials Arthur. Some kind of deep-ish conversation ensues (schmoop would be awesome). I have definitely delivered the schmoop. And, by semi-popular demand (cough

lamboystercough) and strategic use of animated Tom Hardy, it has nearly doubled in size.

( You've reached the number 555-020-5522. Please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. 'Arthur? You're not picking up. Arthur. ArtHUR. What if I promised to be reasonable? I'll stick to safe topics. I can go back to trivia, even. I'll just leave the ends of facts I think I know and you can scoff and fill in the blanks and feel superior. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Come on, darling, just pick up the phone. What if I--' )

Current Music: Always where I need to be - The Kooks

So, because of my confirmed lurker habits and the renaissance of writing that has happened to my life post-Inception, I missed most memes to have ever hit any fandom ever. I mean, I saw them happen but I never got to try one. So, though this is shamelessly (or, actually, full of shame because I do feel a bit silly for doing this without even a passing acquaintance with the author in question) stolen from

tequilideas, I am trying my hand at meme-ing.

The name of the game (you know the drill):
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

( 1. The Band - The Weight )

( 2. Rufus Wainwright - Greek Song )

( 3. The Temptations - Cloud Nine )

( 4. Alphabeat - Rubberboots/Makintosh )

( 5. Paolo Nutini - Rewind )

( 6. Nancy Sinatra - How does that grab you, Darlin'? )

( 7. Girlyman - Motpelier )

( 8. Julia Nunes - Blushing Cheeks )

( 9. The Blow - Parentheses )

( 10. Robert Johnson - Stones in my Passway )

( 11. K$sha - Party at a Rich Dude's House )

I don't know what my iTunes was up to. It was so very very random. Also so incredibly fun!

Title: Two Steps Towards Make Believe
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: Someone described this as "insomniac porn" on Delicious. This is because I too am one of the afflicted and I really do believe an Eames pillow would cure ANYONE.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Word Count: 3,525
Summary: Sleep has never come easily to Arthur. That's why he's so surprised that it comes easily when he's got his head on Eames's shoulder.
Notes: Written for this prompt in the third round of the

inception_kink kink_meme. The title comes from a Charlotte Sometimes song. I'm going on vacation starting tomorrow-ish so I might not have a chance to transfer the various things (of distinctly varying degrees of quality) I've written over at the kink_meme. I'm actually quite proud of this guy, though, so I wanted him up before I left. And, yes, I did just use a gendered pronoun for my fic. And, yes, that was weird.

[edit: Forgot to mention! Because my mind is like a sieve! But! There's been fanart for this fic! By the talented, lovely, and genius

lamboyster. GO SEE. Or, actually, read this first and then it will even make sense!]

( Arthur never fell asleep without a lot of effort. He often counted sheep into the quadruple digits. He never napped. )

Title: Say What You Mean (or, Mean What You Say)
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: There be fluff in them there hills.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Word Count: 742
Summary: With all the pet-names flying around, is it really all that surprising that Arthur calls Eames 'darling' once by accident?
Notes: Written for this prompt in the second round of the

inception_kink kink_meme. Short'n'sweet, 99% fluff.

( All we can ask for, in this life, is a little clarity. )

Title: Baby, You Can Drive My Care
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: I don't know how to drive or what the difference, in terms of cultural significance, between a Camry and a Jaguar. Or if those are even really cars.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Word Count: 1,518
Summary: Eames thinks he's all that and a bag of chips behind the wheel. Arthur schools him.
Notes: Written for this prompt at the second round of the

inception_kink kink_meme. Title comes from The Beatles.

( 'I'll try not to frighten you, darling,' said Eames, holding the passenger-side door open for Arthur. Arthur rolled his eyes, looking decidedly unimpressed and too occupied with the blueprints and folders he was struggling with to bother with a witty retort. )

Title: Prison Bars and Snail Shells
Author:

ifeelbetter
Warning: This is, actually, I think, my plan to break out of prison if I ever need to. BE WARNED.
Word Count: 4,094
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value.
Beta:

cog_nomen (Fun puns were had with the sewage...Did Eames plan the shit out of this scheme or did he plan the shit into it? Thanks again, awesome person!)
Summary: Arthur's in jail, he went down for the team, and now Eames wants him out. Saito offers some financial assistance and some wisdom.
Notes: Written for this prompt at the

inception_kink kink_meme, Round 2, and I am an addict, obviously. Also, and you'll understand why I say this later, but I apologize to anyone who can't read Japanese script. My Japanese is a bit rusty, too, so I also apologize to anyone who speaks it better than me.

( When Eames set his mind to a task, he did it thoroughly and never wavered. When he devised his plan, he channeled all the anal-retentive point men he had ever worked with and color-coded that sucker. )

Title: Just Us and the Cats
Author:

ifeelbetter
Rating: G
Warning: I was looking at these kittens for inspiration and, thusly, this is the sappiest silliest fluff of fluffness that ever existed.
Word Count: 2,045
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value, especially not Inception.
Summary: Arthur adopts a couple stray kittens who end up in their warehouse. Then Eames ends up watching them for him for ages. Then kittens and boys do other adorable things.
Notes: Written for this prompt in the second round of

inception_kink's kink_meme. I HAVE NO IDEA, PEOPS. If this fic was food, it would be cotton candy.

( 'It's a kitten with a grenade-launcher,' Eames insisted. )

Current Music: Gabriella Cilmi - Sweet About Me

Title: Come On (Break Another Piece of My Heart)
Author:

ifeelbetter
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Apparently angst appears when I try to write from Eames's POV.
Word Count: 1,980
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value, especially not Inception.
Summary: Five times Eames offered and one time Arthur said yes.
Notes: Written for this prompt in the second round of

inception_kink's kink_meme. The title comes from Janis Joplin.

( 'You could stay,' Eames said even though honesty was never his strong suit. Arthur frowned, disappointed at the deviation from routine. Like he didn't understand the offer. )

Current Music: Piece of my heart - Janis Joplin

Title: Think It Over (Look No Further)
Author:

ifeelbetter
Rating: G
Warning: Angst AND schmoop for the price of one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value. For realsies.
Summary: Arguments over a few years and how Eames gets the winning card he never knew he had.
Word Count: 3,021
Notes: I filled this prompt for

inception_kink's kink_meme this morning and then I made it into...this in the middle of the night. It's longer now, for one thing. And it has angst, for another. That happened.

( The rippling effects of one road trip gone wrong and how Arthur learned to stop worrying and to love his petname. )

Title: Here's Looking at You, Kid
Author:

ifeelbetter
Rating: So very G. This is the G-est fic I've ever written.
Warning: DON'T WASTE YOUR LIFE ON BETTE DAVIS. She doesn't love you like you love her.
Summary: Eames has a secret: he cries like a little girl while watching classic films.
Word Count: 1,268
Notes: This was originally written for this prompt at the

inception_kink kink_meme. It was inspired by the ridiculousness of cute that is Tom Hardy in the Kleenex ad:

( 'Oh, Gerry. Don't let's ask for the moon,' the woman on the screen replied. Eames choked out a sob. 'We have the stars.' )

Title: Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep
Author:

ifeelbetter
Rating: R
Word Count: 4,070
Pairing: [RPF] Joseph Gordon-Levitt/Tom Hardy
Summary: Tom lends Joe his apartment while Joe is in London and Tom's still filming in LA. It starts innocent enough.
Notes: Written for this prompt at the

inception_kink 1st kink_meme originally. This version has been heavily expanded not at all due to popular demand. The title is a quote from Frank Lebowitz. And, YES, if you were wondering, I AM thoroughly guilty about having written this but ALSO SO NOT.

( Of all his co-stars, Joe felt the most uncomfortable around Tom Hardy. It wasn't that the guy was rude or unsociable, he just was starkly different. )

Current Music: Miss Li - The Boy in the Fancy Suit

Title: Are You Working Up To Something?
Author:

ifeelbetter
Disclaimers: Nothing of value has ever been mine. Especially not the sexytimes that is Inception.
Rating: R for my narrative potty mouth.
Word Count: 1,378
Summary: People keep assuming that Eames and Arthur are a thing. Arthur thinks that, like so many awful things, is Eames's fault.
Notes: Written for this prompt at

inception_kink's kink_meme. The title is from The Bird & the Bee's song Fucking Boyfriend

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dumbimps.

( 'Are you two--' Ariadne asked, making a heart with her hands. )

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Entries tagged with inception

I Can't Hide, I Can't Hide

I Won't Mind (if you take off all your clothes)

Can You Picture That?

Idle Hands

Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name (a.k.a., Eamestown)

Leave Behind My Wuthering, Wuthering Heights

Lessons in Kissing

DUDES.

Always Where I Need to be

I am a thief, sorry, and a lurker de-lurked

Two Steps Towards Make Believe

Say What You Mean (or, Mean What You Say)

Baby, You Can Drive My Car

Prison Bars and Snail Shells

Just Us and the Cats

Come On (Break Another Piece of My Heart)

Think It Over (Look No Further)

Here's Looking at You, Kid

Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep

Are You Working Up To Something?