Title: Heavy in my arms
Fandom: Xfactor
Rating: PG for this chapter
Summary: Kids in love on the TV
Disclaimer: Story and the OC is mine, Aiden and his lovely hair is his own person and Simon Cowel owns the format


 My mate once joked about finding your future wife. You want to know everything about her, speak to her, make her love you.
It was boot camp and she turned a few heads. A pair of patent thigh high boots came into my view, my eyes looks up to see the red head beauty. Her hair was backcombed and cherry red to match her lipstick, she was pale with big brown eyes and sharp bones. I try not to inspect her body but I, and every other male, can’t help it. She sits down next to Liam Payne, those long legs crossing and that pout turning into a smile. She looks down shyly, smiling, false eyelashes fanning across her pale cheek. She looks up at me for a second and I was hooked.

I tried to concentrate on my performance but I couldn’t tear my eyes away, much like Liam himself. I memorized little movements like the way she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, or bit her lip as she blushed. I get called into the waiting room, waiting my performance before I can get her to look my way again.

I find her after my performance on the steps outside, her nose in a Larsson book.

“A fan of Swedish crime, eh?” I said, awkwardly stood in front of her. She had added a leather jacket over his plain black crop top.

“Just the books on it.” Her tone was cold and uncaring. I took a seat on the step next to her and twiddled my thumbs.

“I’m Aiden,” I said as she looked at me expectantly.

“Cassie.” She still stared at me, waiting for something. “I liked your performance.”

“Thanks. What did you sing?”

“First cut is the deepest.”

“Sweet.” I bit my lip as the silence became more and more awkward. She started to laugh randomly, the wonderful noise made me smile.

“You’re weird but I it’s sweet.”

“You look like Lady Gaga in a red wig.” I wait for her to walk away from me but instead she laughs. “But prettier.”

“It’s the boots, isn’t it?” She wrinkles her nose and I fall in deeper.

“Got the matching whip?” I make a whip action in the air.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She raised a manicured eyebrow seductively at me. I make a scared face back, making her laugh.

That is how I met Cassandra Evans with her fiery hair and thigh high boots.

 

Name: Scar tissue
Pairing: Ariadne/ Arthur
Fandom: Inception (Movie)
Rating: PG-13
For the inception_kink,
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, the wonderful mind of Christopher Nolan does. Plot is mine.


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 Name: The Lousy truth
Pairing: Ariadne/ Eames Arthur/Eames
Fandom: Inception (Movie)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Genderswap
For the inception_kink,
Prompt: Arthur/Eames, girl!Arthur, girl!Eames

( It breaks my heart to see you here. )

 All these appeared on the Inception kink meme 

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Pairing: Ariadne/ Arthur/ Eames
Fandom: Inception (Movie)
Rating: NC-17 (It’s just porn)
For the inception_kink meme
Prompt: ‘ARIADNE SECRETLY SPIES ON THE ARTHUR/EAMES SEXYTIMES, AND WHEN EAMES FINDS OUT (HE DOESN'T TELL ARTHUR), HE DECIDES TO DO SOMETHING ~EXTRA SEXY TO SURPRISE HER’
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, the wonderful mind of Christopher Nolan does. Plot is mine.
Notes: Okay, not exactly the prompt but this is what my mind made of it.


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 Name: Seasons change
Pairing: Ariadne/ Arthur
Fandom: Inception (Movie)
Rating: PG-13
For the  inception_kink
Prompt: FLUFFY BABYFIC. From "ohshit, I'm pregnant" to the baby being born, and possibly beyond.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, the wonderful mind of Christopher Nolan does. Plot is mine.


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( she was doing more than throwing herself at boys playing rock star.  )

I had only known her a week or two. She made me feel serene within three seconds. I couldn’t sleep, no change there, so I called her, I don’t know why, maybe instinct or hoped that white picket fantasy would come true. She was sat by the window in the café, we were all alone. She told me her story, her tragic story. I was smitten with her, I wanted to hold her and show her all that’s good with the world. I failed, you know why, nothing’s good with the world. This is why we’re all stood here.

Saying all that though, we did have fun, not much of it legal I may add. Warped tour 06 with heart shaped glasses and a Polaroid camera is an example, curling up under the stars, twirling in her summer dress in my front room, flashing that camera man on the way to Vegas, I could go on forever. Forever doesn’t seem much anymore, does it?

From an outside party’s point of view I guess she seem so strong and free-spirited. To us, the ones she let inside the sinister workings of her brain she was paranoid, broken and extremely ill. For someone so strong she could be so weak, hours crying on the bathroom floor after one negative review. Years of feelings would be bottled up just to help ease someone else’s pain.

We were quite intensely into each other when she disappeared for two nights, I knew she was about just where was the question. She had travelled across the country to produce an album, add backing vocals and draw the album artwork, all last minute. That was her, a modern day saint, giving up her life to make someone else’s easier.

It’s not her in that box, it’s some strange, neat, lifeless… thing. No way would she have brushed her hair for this occasion. If she was here now, she’d be sat in the corner with a cigarette between her lips, a ridiculous hat over her untamed hair and a disgusted look on her face. She’d slap me for being so soppy. Her favourite three words were always ‘Grow some balls’. I’ll hear her say that every time I write a romantic lyric and I’m sure my fellow romanticists will too.

People will miss her in different ways. The media will loose their anti hero. Clingers on will lose their leader, men will loose their wet dream, gossip pages will loose readers, I will like many will loose my muse but most of all this generation has lost it’s spokes person. And for a generation that doesn’t speak, that is a tragedy.

I’ll shut up now before the pills wear of and I’ll start crying. Wouldn’t want to smudge my mascara…