ofvanity

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Author:

ofvanity
Pairing: Clara/Harry
Words: 700~
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to ACD, the BBC, etc.
Author's Note: I've been meaning to write for the Sherlock BBC fandom since last year but I never could pick up an idea long enough to really stick with it and develop something I liked. But then, IDEK WHAT HAPPENED, and this is here. I'm on a personal campaign to get everyone laid as often as possible, starting with the WATSON clan, so he begin-ith the lesson. Harry Watson. Get it in, girl. Pay attention, fandom. The Watsons are a sexually frustrated people. Beta'd by

everhaunting.

( They met the night John was deployed. )

By this, I mean, just sort of talk and ramble or vent, depending on the situation. I think this falls under vent.

So, the last two weeks have been sort of in a whirlwind because I moved out of my house and into a new one so it's all been a game of box mazes and preparation and then moving heavy things in and bonding with my uncles that I only ever see when I want them to help me move. Which, okay, that sounds bad, but it's alright, because they got beer and pizza afterwards. And there's a family bonding exercise this weekend that I'm supposed to attend.

The point being, there was heavy lifting up two flights of stairs whilst Chicago is being ridiculously, unnecessarily, stupidly humid. My uncle threw his back out, a family friend hurt his ankle, and I tore/strained/whateverthefuck some muscle in my calf. It'd been hurt earlier this month when I went to a concert at the Taste and, idk, pulled it or something, from walking? I never paid any real attention to it, though, and one day I woke up and POOF! it was fine. But this Sunday, I guess, I redid whatever drama happened last time and POOF! pain in my leg. Which, admittedly, I could go to the doctor or whatever, but all they'll do is give me pain pills and maybe a crutch and send me on my way. But I'm not down with that, so I am bearing through. That was, maybe, Sunday. Jesus, it was Sunday. It feels longer than that.

( Ranting about an almost broken leg. \O/ )

Two. I want to clear something up, because I realized it sounded bad. Last month, I wrote some random crazy thing, in which, I mostly called Arthur a whore and Eames a martyr, and I said I was going wild because it was the second time that week I was going through withdrawal. I meant withdrawal from caffeine. And it makes me crazy and irritable because I get these insane headaches, that do not get any easier no matter how many times I have one cup of coffee and then do not repeat the action daily. Just making sure we're all on the same page here. (Don't do drugs. :D)

I think I'm done now. :) I'm going to go take a rather awkward and uncomfortable shower/bath-cleanliness thing.

(Also, I got a friend request from my cousin on Facebook this morning and it took me a minute to remember who it was because she's like, TEN YEARS OLD. Smh.)

Title: Men of Action
Author:

ofvanity
Pairings: Arthur/Saito, Arthur/Eames, Cobb/Saito
Word Count: 3100
Rating: R
Warnings: Semi-graphic sex, ridiculous romantic dribble, abuse of office supplies, my brain leaking out of my ears.
Disclaimers: Dear Mr. Nolan, I know I don't own these beautiful, beautiful people. I am also aware this never happened. But if you could just, y'know, make it happen, video it, that would just be fucking great. --Shameless in Chicago. (:
Author's Note: Guys, look, I am on like permanent jet lag right now because my sleeping schedule is COMPLETELY INVERTED. True story, I'm only awake for a few hours of sunlight, it's ridic. Anyway, this took me longer than I would have liked because my brain was like "ENGLISH. QUE?" I wrote this for this prompt on

inception_kink. I want to apologize to my OP, actually because I meant to write actual sex for this and my brain said, "QUE ES EL SEXO?" So that didn't go over too well. Last but not least, a nice little nod to my beta and enabler,

everhaunting, for sifting through the meme when I lost the link to the prompt and y'know, pretty much functioning as a drug dealer expect for slash. Kudos, comrade.
Summary: Arthur and Saito start having casual sex and when they learn of this development, Cobb and Eames decide to stake their claim.

( It begins at the start. )

Hi, darlings. Let's talk. Or not talk. It's around midnight, I'm buzzing with boredom and andrenaline and I was just scrolling through the nonsense that is our fandom. Don't mind the misspelling and bullshit, this is the second time this week that I'm crashing and I want to write this before I go through withdrawal again. It's quite distracting.

HI, INTERNET. I live in Chicago, Internet. Chicago, Internet, IS AN AWFUL CITY. Because it hates me. And all of us Chicagoans. IT'S SO HUMID. I AM DYING OF HUMIDITY. WHICH, I'm just complaining, when I'm walking in between the fucking sky scrapers, the city is stunning. Stunning.

I'm doing this, so excuse me for a sec.

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( I wrote this while listening to old recordings of The Martin and Lewis Show. )

I was going through the meme, or something, idek. And for the 3825960th time, someone said, Eames can't refuse Arthur anything. And for once, I felt like Eames should refuse Arthur everything. Unbetaed. I've been having a tough week.

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