BREATHING WHILE YOU READ THIS IS ENTIRELY OPTIONAL

OH MY GOD, MY FRIENDS ARE THE BEST HUMAN BEINGS ALIVE.

charlieblue JUST WROTE FOLLOW UP TO I Don't Think You Think I Think About Probability. RUSTY. AND EAMES.

Without You, Ambiguous Backstory Is Nothing
Inception/Ocean's 11; PG 13; 3 500 words; Rusty/Eames, Rusty/Danny


YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW IMMEDIATELY ALL OF YOU NEED TO READ THIS.

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Let me quote things at you so that you will understand what I mean when I say I mean that you must read this fic immediately:

‘So then I told him that if he was so displeased with my services, he was perfectly welcome to take his chances with the luddites.’

‘Luddites?’ Rusty is drowsy and naked, spread across and around five different pillows and a feather-down comforter, warm and flushed, barely enraptured with the story until the strange choice of word.

‘You know, John Henrys, daywalkers, reality rats, old schoolers. You, darling.’ Eames is lying on his stomach, watching the twinkling skyline through the windows. His hair is ruffled and his tattoos fascinate Rusty, who has always had a weakness for permanent things.