fic
Oh lord. I can't believe I am actually going to post this. Um yeah, I have been writing. And its been the type of writing that is far outside of my comfort zone. It could almost be called original writing except...... totally not. Um yeah. You'll see what I'm on about if you read it and get to the end.
Be gentle. This is my first bit of creative writing in months.
Title: Untitled
The Players: Not telling yet
Summary: Its a mystery.
Word Count: 1054
Notes: I fail at selling my writing to the reader.
He needed to get out of there. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't really eaten all day cause really, he hadn't had that much to drink so far. His head nonetheless was becoming increasingly hazy, his breaths shortening, his heart beating at an alarmingly loud rate inside his ears and he knew he couldn't stay where he was.
There was just something about these goddamn Europeans and their dance clubs he thought woozily as he left his party of friends and staggered towards what he thought was a flickering exit sign. Leaving the heavy smell of liquor, smoke, sweat and dry ice behind him. The strobe lights were still flickering before his eyes and the thrumming beats of euro-pop still trilled in his ears as a thick gust of cold air rushed at him upon stepping outside.
Must've been an emergency exit because all he saw here was seedy alleyway and a couple of garbage bins. He could still feel the music thumping against the door behind him, his awareness slowly trickling back to him as he leant against the door. He breathed in a few long breaths of cold, wet, night air.
He made to walk forward but found his legs a bit unstable as he only succeeded in stumbling straight ahead into the opposing brick alley-wall. What was in that drink he had?? Goddamn europeans and their goddamn toxic cocktails!
He was brought out of his not-so-silent cursing by the tinkling sounds of laughter behind him. He turned around slowly. He couldn't see her properly. He was fairly sure it was a her. She had a small outline. The only proper thing he could make out was the dim reddish-yellow circle of light from the cigarette that she held near her face. She was sitting casually atop a garbage bin.
“Hello there” he said, forgiving her the mocking of his dignity.
He watched as the small circle of light moved slowly to her mouth and eventually moved away again. She made him wait until she had savoured that breath before slowly letting it out. That elegant plume of smoke, that tantalising smell. God he wanted a cigarette.
“Bonjour” she said simply.
He took stock of their surroundings. There was nobody with her, they were quite alone out here. He patted his pockets and cursed again when they turned up nothing but his wallet and phone.
He shifted around a little so that some streetlight spilled into their secluded hideaway. He could see her better now. Feckin' hell she was tiny.
“Would you mind...? I'm out.” he asked gesturing to where her other hand was resting over her cigarette pack on the dingy steel of the garbage can.
She looked at him carefully. Took another drag on her smoke, and smiled as she let it out again, throwing him the pack which he only just managed to catch against his chest.
He shook one out and perched it in his lips.
“Got a light?”
She shook her head still smiling, it was quite stunning.
“Fuck”.
And there was that laugh again. It sounded youthful and he was struck by how defined her cheekbones were as she grinned cheekily. He wondered how old she was.
Suddenly she was hopping down from her garbage can and walking towards him. She still hadn't said more than one word to him.
She stopped just short of where he was leant against the wall. She was really short, even though the click of her heels would indicate terrifying heights that were not at all sensible.
Her lily-white face came to about his shoulder as she leant up. He got the idea and lowered his head until the tips of their cigarettes were fused together. He didn't break eye-contact and neither did she. He liked that.... they lingered a bit longer than was probably necessary.
Then she was feinting to the side and leaning against the wall next to him. They both let out a breath of smoke and it was like heaven to him as his brain snapped into focus and his arm tingled from the proximity of her even though they weren't actually touching.
The silence continued. He could see that her cigarette was almost finished. He held the pack back out to her, perhaps with a slight hope that it would make her consider lighting another. He wasn't surprised that he wanted her to stay. She was a very attractive girl after all. Also the no-talking thing was very desirable since women often tended to disintegrate into a profusion of untranslatable chattering around him. Occupational hazard unfortunately.
Alas, the cigarette pack went back into the small bag swinging from her shoulder with an understated “Merci”.
There was something off about the way she said it though. A slight inflection to it. He thought maybe she was not French after all. She looked the part though. Very European features with big doll eyes, unstyled loose hair, and beautiful rouged lips that curved so sexily around that cigarette. He didn't care that he was staring, she didn't seem to either. They appeared to be just as brazen as each other.
He was just about to ask her name, when abruptly she was balancing herself on her feet again stubbing her smoke out on the wall and flicking it away with practised ease.
He felt something in his gut tighten as she gave him one more close-mouthed smile before starting to walk away on those dangerously high heels.
“Wait...!” he heard his voice croak as he choked over an exhale of smoke.
He jogged forward and grabbed her shoulder lightly, she allowed herself to be turned around easily.
“I'm Michael. Michael Fassbender” he said holding out a hand that was cramped to fit into the small space between their bodies.
She looked at his proffered hand. A slight tilt of her head to the side, a gleam in her eye (or maybe that was just the light), and she was sliding her small hand into his.
“Pleased to meet you” she said in accented english as she shook with him. He was right, she definitely wasn't French. He grinned at his small triumph.
But then she was walking away again and before he knew it, he was alone.
The fuck just happened, he thought bemusedly to himself.
---
So you see. Yes, yes, I have somehow found myself writing RPF. Now see I don't mind reading RPF (most of the time). But it makes me very uncomfortable to write it myself. I never thought I would just cause, well just cause I am the way I am and I have this weird respect for actors that prevents me from wanting to think about them too intimately for their own privacy's sake.
But this, this story was just too good to pass up. I'm wondering did anyone work out who the girl was. Or maybe if you reread it would you be able to, now that you know she is someone of note. Cause she is. And if you know me, it should be obvious. I don't even know how I came UP with this pairing. To say it is random is an understatement. But maybe it will make more sense as I post more of the story. It's not finished yet. But I have three more parts written for it. And will probably post them all on here, cause really, I have no place else to post it.
Anyway enough rambling from me. Tell me what you think. Please and thankyou. :)
Part 2
Be gentle. This is my first bit of creative writing in months.
Title: Untitled
The Players: Not telling yet
Summary: Its a mystery.
Word Count: 1054
Notes: I fail at selling my writing to the reader.
He needed to get out of there. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't really eaten all day cause really, he hadn't had that much to drink so far. His head nonetheless was becoming increasingly hazy, his breaths shortening, his heart beating at an alarmingly loud rate inside his ears and he knew he couldn't stay where he was.
There was just something about these goddamn Europeans and their dance clubs he thought woozily as he left his party of friends and staggered towards what he thought was a flickering exit sign. Leaving the heavy smell of liquor, smoke, sweat and dry ice behind him. The strobe lights were still flickering before his eyes and the thrumming beats of euro-pop still trilled in his ears as a thick gust of cold air rushed at him upon stepping outside.
Must've been an emergency exit because all he saw here was seedy alleyway and a couple of garbage bins. He could still feel the music thumping against the door behind him, his awareness slowly trickling back to him as he leant against the door. He breathed in a few long breaths of cold, wet, night air.
He made to walk forward but found his legs a bit unstable as he only succeeded in stumbling straight ahead into the opposing brick alley-wall. What was in that drink he had?? Goddamn europeans and their goddamn toxic cocktails!
He was brought out of his not-so-silent cursing by the tinkling sounds of laughter behind him. He turned around slowly. He couldn't see her properly. He was fairly sure it was a her. She had a small outline. The only proper thing he could make out was the dim reddish-yellow circle of light from the cigarette that she held near her face. She was sitting casually atop a garbage bin.
“Hello there” he said, forgiving her the mocking of his dignity.
He watched as the small circle of light moved slowly to her mouth and eventually moved away again. She made him wait until she had savoured that breath before slowly letting it out. That elegant plume of smoke, that tantalising smell. God he wanted a cigarette.
“Bonjour” she said simply.
He took stock of their surroundings. There was nobody with her, they were quite alone out here. He patted his pockets and cursed again when they turned up nothing but his wallet and phone.
He shifted around a little so that some streetlight spilled into their secluded hideaway. He could see her better now. Feckin' hell she was tiny.
“Would you mind...? I'm out.” he asked gesturing to where her other hand was resting over her cigarette pack on the dingy steel of the garbage can.
She looked at him carefully. Took another drag on her smoke, and smiled as she let it out again, throwing him the pack which he only just managed to catch against his chest.
He shook one out and perched it in his lips.
“Got a light?”
She shook her head still smiling, it was quite stunning.
“Fuck”.
And there was that laugh again. It sounded youthful and he was struck by how defined her cheekbones were as she grinned cheekily. He wondered how old she was.
Suddenly she was hopping down from her garbage can and walking towards him. She still hadn't said more than one word to him.
She stopped just short of where he was leant against the wall. She was really short, even though the click of her heels would indicate terrifying heights that were not at all sensible.
Her lily-white face came to about his shoulder as she leant up. He got the idea and lowered his head until the tips of their cigarettes were fused together. He didn't break eye-contact and neither did she. He liked that.... they lingered a bit longer than was probably necessary.
Then she was feinting to the side and leaning against the wall next to him. They both let out a breath of smoke and it was like heaven to him as his brain snapped into focus and his arm tingled from the proximity of her even though they weren't actually touching.
The silence continued. He could see that her cigarette was almost finished. He held the pack back out to her, perhaps with a slight hope that it would make her consider lighting another. He wasn't surprised that he wanted her to stay. She was a very attractive girl after all. Also the no-talking thing was very desirable since women often tended to disintegrate into a profusion of untranslatable chattering around him. Occupational hazard unfortunately.
Alas, the cigarette pack went back into the small bag swinging from her shoulder with an understated “Merci”.
There was something off about the way she said it though. A slight inflection to it. He thought maybe she was not French after all. She looked the part though. Very European features with big doll eyes, unstyled loose hair, and beautiful rouged lips that curved so sexily around that cigarette. He didn't care that he was staring, she didn't seem to either. They appeared to be just as brazen as each other.
He was just about to ask her name, when abruptly she was balancing herself on her feet again stubbing her smoke out on the wall and flicking it away with practised ease.
He felt something in his gut tighten as she gave him one more close-mouthed smile before starting to walk away on those dangerously high heels.
“Wait...!” he heard his voice croak as he choked over an exhale of smoke.
He jogged forward and grabbed her shoulder lightly, she allowed herself to be turned around easily.
“I'm Michael. Michael Fassbender” he said holding out a hand that was cramped to fit into the small space between their bodies.
She looked at his proffered hand. A slight tilt of her head to the side, a gleam in her eye (or maybe that was just the light), and she was sliding her small hand into his.
“Pleased to meet you” she said in accented english as she shook with him. He was right, she definitely wasn't French. He grinned at his small triumph.
But then she was walking away again and before he knew it, he was alone.
The fuck just happened, he thought bemusedly to himself.
---
So you see. Yes, yes, I have somehow found myself writing RPF. Now see I don't mind reading RPF (most of the time). But it makes me very uncomfortable to write it myself. I never thought I would just cause, well just cause I am the way I am and I have this weird respect for actors that prevents me from wanting to think about them too intimately for their own privacy's sake.
But this, this story was just too good to pass up. I'm wondering did anyone work out who the girl was. Or maybe if you reread it would you be able to, now that you know she is someone of note. Cause she is. And if you know me, it should be obvious. I don't even know how I came UP with this pairing. To say it is random is an understatement. But maybe it will make more sense as I post more of the story. It's not finished yet. But I have three more parts written for it. And will probably post them all on here, cause really, I have no place else to post it.
Anyway enough rambling from me. Tell me what you think. Please and thankyou. :)
Part 2