gyzym: (Flowery neck)
AHAHAHA SO, I know you guys probably all want to kill me when I do these, because you'd rather get...actual...finished things...then these snippets. But [livejournal.com profile] butterflythread is facing down weather disaster and needs cheering, and for various reasons (RL things/time constraints/MAJORLY BLOCKED ON THE ENTIRE STORY ARC) I haven't been able to finish these stories/may not be able to finish these stories for awhile. SO, IIIIIIT'S A WIP DUMP! Featuring the beginning of a cracky thing where Arthur sleepwalks, an Anastasia AU that's [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub's fault in which I basically retcon Romanov history, and, uh, 2,000 words of the new domesticverse featuring a new OC that I'll explain the purpose of at some point.

SORRY THESE AREN'T REAL STORIES, [livejournal.com profile] butterflythread, BUT I HOPE THAT SIDEWAYS RAIN GOES THE FUCK AWAY SOONER RATHER THAN LATER. ♥

So basically I was like LOL YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS IS IF ARTHUR SLEEPWALKED and then I got distracted, SORRY THIS IS ONLY LIKE 300 WORDS )

ROMANOV HISTORY IS NOTHING LIKE THIS )

Oh, domesticverse, someday I will stop being so fucking blocked on you )
gyzym: (JGL with guitarrrrr)
Right, okay, KNOW I HAVE NOT POSTED IN FOREVER, am working on setting up my blog/exciting RL developments/writing a fic that you're all going to murder me for because it's...er...a Veronica Mars fic but I JUST NEED TO WRITE IT, OKAY, I JUST CAN'T HELP MYSELF. That story, as well as the link to my blog, will be up as soon as they're both ready to go.

BUT IN THE MEANTIME, here is a music video for a song I just love so much it hurts, and also two domesticverse ficlets that I wrote for [livejournal.com profile] bookshop's fluff meme ages ago and never posted here. They don't have proper titles, because I am lazy.



In Which Arthur Totally Does Not Have the Swine Flu )

In Which Ice Cream Choices Are Debated )
gyzym: (OMG TOM HARDY'S SMILE)
OKAY SO I COME BEARING DOMESTICVERSE THINGS. The first is the floorplan for their house in South Pasadena, which I've been wanting to draw up forever. BE ADVISED: I COMPLETELY HALF-ASSED THIS BECAUSE THE SOFTWARE I WAS USING HATED MY GUTS, AND SO I STOPPED LIKE...ADDING FURNITURE AFTER THE KITCHEN AND THE BED. Also, ignore ALL of the dimensions on this thing, I am *not* good at that kind of thing and didn't even guess as much as I like. Just drew it how I thought it would look without consideration of size. BUT:

Domesticverse floorplan )

Secondly, I...uh...wrote a domesticverse fic. Only this is this new thing I've been wanting to try for ages now: a domesticverse sidestory. These are basically going to be shorter stories that aren't in order with the master timeline/aren't as important to the ongoing plot as the main stories are/are too ridiculous to work into a bigger story. Basically they're little moments as opposed to...you know...plot builders. I'm still angsting over how the hell to tag them on Ao3, but this is the first one.

This particular story is Arthur & Eames' first New Year's Eve as a...couple type thing :D That means that, timeline wise, this is set in between "between my reflex & my resolve" and "this life looks good on you."

Happy New Year, guys! ♥

Title: so this is the new year
Rating: PG/PG-13
Wordcount: ~2550
Summary: On the one hand, they've been…whatever they are…for six whole months, which is probably long enough to trust that Arthur means it when he says Eames can go. On the other hand, it's only been six months, which is not nearly long enough for Eames to take it on faith that Arthur isn't testing him somehow.

so this is the new year )
gyzym: (Arthur's on a beach)
...um. So. I wrote some new domestic!verse fic. This was supposed to be a quick little story about shit breaking in Arthur & Eames' house, but they had...other plans. And now it's 16K? And not really about shit breaking so much? So, you know, there's that.

Sometimes I despair of my life, you guys.

[livejournal.com profile] angelgazing says this one is my fault; I suspect, secretly, that she is still to blame, but for the sake of not making her sputter with rage I will just thank her for being the devil angel on my shoulder :D

Title: having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 16,200
Summary: This time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all.
Author's Note: This story is the eighth in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home), also known as the domestic!verse; the link takes you to the series master post.

having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone [1/2] )
gyzym: (Go to sleep Mr. Eames)
Okay, trying to be responsible and proactive here, and am ACTUALLY GOING THROUGH AND TAGGING/LINKING ALL THE DOMESTICVERSE FICS TOGETHER. Because, uh. I realized this universe clocks in at 53K right now [ETA: 75K as of 12/27/10, WHAT EVEN]? So I probably should like...organize it, before I add more. Which means I need a master post. So, you know, here it is.

Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
Okay, here's the goddamn motherfucking fkdsfjsdfjsd wedding fic. It took forever. POSSIBLY BECAUSE IT IS ALMOST 20K? I just. I don't even know what happened here.

I have to tell you guys: I pretty much hate this fic right now, it's eaten at my soul, I have massive fucking doubts about it, but just. [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing says I have to post it, and I need it out of my damn to-do file, and just. *Tears at hair and makes pleading eyes* I CANNOT OFFER ANY...ANYTHING FOR THIS ANYMORE. I JUST CAN'T. I AM SORRY. BUT THERE'S LIKE 3K OF RIMMING PORN TUCKED IN IT? I JUST. I DON'T EVEN. NO MORE SPEAKING.

And, with that auspicious introduction:

Title: life long local foreigner, i
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 19,464 (JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT, SELF)
Summary: Arthur grins, lazy and relaxed, and Eames thinks that maybe this is how people get through these things, tethered to one another when they can't hold on anywhere else.
Author's Note: This story is the seventh in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home), also known as the domesticverse; the link takes you to the series master post. Specifically, it is the companion piece to pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name; the titles are from the same song and everything!

life long local foreigner, i [1/2] )
gyzym: (Ariadne!)
So, uh, [livejournal.com profile] hackthis has been all MOAR YUSUF all over the place and I've wanted to write this story for ages and pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name and the fic about Arthur's family needed a bridge between them. So here, have some Ariadne/Yusuf! The Arthur fic will be up...as soon as I finish it.

Title: take the long way home (soft as the radio)
Pairing: Ariadne/Yusuf, Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The thought washes over her, steady and calming like a warm breeze, that this could be her own kind of love story.
Author's Note: Despite being Ariadne/Yusuf, this story is the sixth in an Arthur/Eames series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post. There is a heavy Arthur/Eames presence in this piece, and the arc of the story covers a number of events that happen in the 'verse timeline. Yes? Yes.

take the long way home (soft as the radio) )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
And then I thought, "It's not really domesticity until you've dealt with each other's family shit!" Thus, 10K about Eames' father's funeral, which will, in the next few days, be followed by a companion piece about Arthur's sister's wedding. Because...yes.

Jesus guys it's 2:30 in the morning and this fic took a lot out of me, I apologize for my lack of wit. This is in that domesticity verse, with between my reflex & my resolve and this life looks good on you, etc. Please note that [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing totally coaxed this story out of me word by aching word, and I love her forever. Oh, oh! And also [livejournal.com profile] postcardmystery, who Brit-picked and taught me about public school and helped me create Eames' backstory, and [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan, who is always such the best.

Title: pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is a fic dealing with grief; specifically, the loss of a parent. Be advised.
Summary: The thing is...the thing is Arthur'd thought Eames played it fast and loose with affection like he plays it fast and loose with everything else, and instead it's been this stupid climb, hand over foot, and of the two of them Eames has been the braver, really.
Author's Note: This story is the fifth in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post.

pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
Domestic!verse sickfic. I...don't even know what to say for myself about this one, you guys. I really don't.

Title: to tell you the truth i prefer the worst of you
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Wordcount: 6744
Summary: Eames starts the day by sitting on a pack of cigarettes.
Author's Note: This story is the fourth in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post.

to tell you the truth i prefer the worst of you )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
Oh, look, it's the sequel to between my reflex & my resolve and this life looks good on you, also known as domestic!fic, also known (in my brain) as "The Arthur & Eames Lead a Charming if Mildly Dysfunctional Domestic Life 'Verse." Now with 25% more filthy porn!

Also, Arthur being Jewish is now part of my person canon, because in 6-odd years in various fandoms, I have LITERALLY NEVER come across a Jewish character with whom I could quietly use my own heritage/considerable knowledge for fodder. For anyone who is wondering when they reach that part of the story, a Nova boy is a sandwich served in Jewish delis, made of a bagel, cream cheese, smoked salmon, tomato, onion, and sometimes capers. They can be purchased many places, but are in fact best in New York. GOD IT MAKES ME HUNGRY JUST LOOKING AT THAT.

Title: i could be the thing you reach for in the middle of the night
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5,087
Summary: Eames had always thought Arthur would be a morning person.
Author's Note: This story is the third in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post.

i could be the thing you reach for in the middle of the night )
gyzym: (arthur with book)
Title: this life looks good on you
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Summary: There are only four rules in Arthur's house.
Author's Note: This can be read as the sequel to between my reflex and my resolve, or not, if you prefer. I wrote them as separate pieces and then discovered that they worked together, so it's all up to you guys :D [Edit: It turned out to be the sequel after all. This story is the second in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post.]

this life looks good on you )
gyzym: (arthur with book)
You know, I haven't posted fic since before the whole "tags with slashes in them lead to nowhere," debacle, and figuring out how to tag a new pairing is TROUBLESOME.

Also, I swore I was never joining another fandom, but sometimes shit happens and there you go. Ohhhh man, I'm gonna need me an Inception icon.

Title: between my reflex and my resolve
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: People you kiss in an airport baggage claim and then don't talk to for thirteen months shouldn't be able to exist, let alone make your chest do the things Arthur's chest is doing. There are rules.
Author's Note: HUGE thanks to [livejournal.com profile] postcardmystery and [livejournal.com profile] augustbird, who assured me this was not so deeply terrible as I feared, and to [livejournal.com profile] dire_redux, who always enables my worst ideas. This story is the first in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post. [Additionally, [livejournal.com profile] fiercynn has done an incredible podcast of this story! Y'all should check it out.]

between my reflex and my resolve )

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