foxxcub: (rule ten eames)
EVERYONE, I WOULD LIKE TO TALK ABOUT THIS PICTURE.

NSFW AHHHHH )
foxxcub: (specificity)
Simple Math [COMPLETE]
Arthur/Eames | NC-17 | 7000 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

|previous chapters|

Sorry for the wait on the update. Wanted to make this one count. :)

his sheets still smell like Eames )
foxxcub: (a merry chase)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | NC-17 | 3100 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

|previous chapters|

I...can't remember if I've mentioned Arthur's last name before. /o\ If I have, it's been retconned. Please forgive my senility. Have some porn.


you're a tourist )
foxxcub: (A)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | NC-17 | 5200 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

|previous chapters|

This thing is well on its way to being the longest thing I've ever written. I have no idea how this happened.


we can make it through the war if we make it through the night )
foxxcub: (a merry chase)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | R | 4400 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

|previous chapters|

I can safely say stuff happens in this part! And there are many feelings!


things and stuff )
foxxcub: (poker chip/loaded die)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | PG-13 | 2600 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

|previous chapters|

I'm sorry Arthur's such a douche. :( He's seventeen. :(


you've known it the whole time )
foxxcub: (specificity)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | R | 2280 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

|previous chapters|

Dreams! Gratuitous jealousy! Boys being dumb! Oh wait...


boys are not so refined )
foxxcub: (rule ten eames)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | PG-13 | 3400 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

|previous chapters|

Thank you to everyone who has played along so far! I'd like to say the end is near, but...that would be a lie. @__@



home field advantage )
foxxcub: (dog days)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | PG-13 | 2600 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

thursday | friday | tuesday | the second friday | monday | the third tuesday | the third wednesday

This thing is almost 20k, asflsdkf;sd wtfffff

Eames is suspiciously absent at school the next morning )
foxxcub: (rule ten eames)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | PG-13 | 4600 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

thursday | friday | tuesday | the second friday | monday | the third tuesday

Okay, this is the last update for a while! This'll have to tide everyone over until I get back from vacation. ♥


bagels, dinner parties, kissing that's not really kissing )
foxxcub: (dog days)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | PG-13 | 1000 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

thursday | friday | tuesday | the second friday | monday

I'm trying to get as many updates in as I can before my vacation, I PROMISE.



The next few days are filled with a strange tentativeness. Arthur doesn’t know what to make of it, this awkward circling that’s suddenly taking place. The embarrassment over losing his grip in front of Eames is still there, but it’s dulled somewhat, now that he knows about the plays sitting on Eames’ bookshelf. It’s stupid and makes no sense, but it feels as if they’ve each shared a secret, only this time there’s no mocking involved.

think twice )

monday

May. 9th, 2011 09:31 pm
foxxcub: (specificity)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | PG-13 | 3000 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

thursday | friday | tuesday | the second friday

(Also, this update is for [livejournal.com profile] sometimesalways ♥)

***warning for mention of an off-screen death



The thing is, Arthur has an excellent memory. He swears he can remember moments from before he was three. He remembers the birthdays of friends he knew way back in preschool.

He’s always been good at remembering things other people forget. And that, Arthur thinks, is both a blessing and curse.

The summer before ninth grade, Arthur had been forced to take a gym class. He’d managed to use track as an excuse not to take the class during the school year, but the loop hole only worked for so long. Eventually the guidance counselor told Arthur he’d have to make up the credit over the summer, or take a fail grade for the class.

Embarrassed and infuriated over the thought of failing gym, Arthur had grudgingly signed up for summer school. There had been only four other students in the class, and naturally, one of them had been Eames.

tell me your secrets )
foxxcub: (rule ten eames)
Simple Math [WIP]
Arthur/Eames | PG-13 | 2800 words [this part]

i.e. The Fake Boyfriends High School AU

thursday | friday | tuesday



He doesn’t think about lunch the next day. Arthur doesn’t need to think about lunch, because it’s something that happens every day and it’s not like he needs to worry about it, anyway. He leaves his psychology class, grabs his turkey sandwich and chips from his locker, buys a Coke from the machine down the hall--like always. Nothing new.

Except today, he eats with Eames.

And the rest of the goddamn football team.

the next level )

tuesday

Apr. 18th, 2011 09:37 pm
foxxcub: (specificity)
More fake boyfriends.

Still has no title.


thursday | friday



Eames has been to Arthur's house exactly once, and never to his bedroom. The one time was the summer after fifth grade, when Eames' mom still worked in the same office as Arthur's mom and the latter decided it was a good idea to have the two of them over for dinner. Arthur remembers the way Eames avoided his eyes all the way through dessert, and how when his mother asked, "Eames, would you like to be excused to go outside with Arthur?" Eames had replied quickly, "I'm all right here, mum, thanks." Arthur had felt his gut clench in embarrassed anger, then immediately excused himself from the table to go upstairs "to finish homework." What he really did was sit on his bed, cheeks hot and flushed, and think about how much he hated the boy downstairs in his dining room.

Arthur remembers that night far better than he'd like.

more trouble than it's worth )

Friday

Mar. 25th, 2011 10:03 pm
foxxcub: (a/e)
I watched 500 Days of Summer today and it emotionally devastated me.

So in response to heal my broken heart, I wrote more fake boyfriends.

THERE IS NO TITLE, BECAUSE IT...ISN'T A STORY.




Arthur doesn’t believe in coincidences, but he does believe in bad luck, especially the kind that puts the guy he hates most in the world in the locker room with two douchebags from the rival track team.

It had happened really fast; Eames was at least right about that much. One moment Arthur’s winning a hotly contested photo-finish race, and the next he’s being followed into the home team lockers by two of his opponents. Words got thrown around, then Arthur got shoved around, and soon he felt the frightening rush of adrenaline that came from knowing you’re going to have to defend yourself.

He was about to start throwing punches when he looked up to see Eames standing in the background, hair soaking wet like he’d just come out of the shower, in nothing but his warm-up shorts. Arthur’s heart lodged in his throat in what felt very much like humiliation.

Then, to make matters worse, the rival douchebags noticed Eames, too.

and here trouble starts )

thursday

Mar. 24th, 2011 11:05 am
foxxcub: (poker chip/loaded die)
He remembers it more clearly than he'll ever admit, the moment he felt the first flutterings of like in his chest, barely aware of the faint outline of a crush beginning to take shape inside him. Arthur remembers that moment, because it was followed very closely by the moment Eames had laughed out loud and smirked at the blush in Arthur's cheeks, saying, "You turn pink like a girl."

Arthur had then diligently forced himself to ignore the flutterings, replaced them with a fierce hatred toward any and everything involving Eames that lasted well into high school. Eames didn't care; if anything, he shared Arthur's animosity, until tenth grade came along and both of them stopped putting energy into their rivalry. Instead, they took the silent route, and until the day before, Arthur hadn't spoken or looked at Eames for almost two years.

Well, the looking part wasn't exactly true, but Arthur wasn't going to argue semantics with himself.

"So," Eames says slowly, leaning back against the school wall as he idly taps his cigarette. Arthur still can't believe he gets away with smoking while playing first string varsity football. "We've got a problem here."

a big problem )

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