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Bless You, Autocorrect by Anonymous (Mature language)
Hi, everyone! It's great to get a chance to spend another month rec'cing some of my favourite Inception stories, mostly of the Arthur/Eames persuasion.
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: short-ish (posted in comments on Kink Meme)
Author on LJ: Anonymous
Author Website: unavailable
Why this must be read: I'm one of those weird people who doesn't even have a cel phone, but the wonders of the AutoCorrect feature continue to intrigue me. Especially for the communication mishaps that can occur. This is a short, but pretty hilarious fic, that features Arthur and Eames texting one another, and that darn autocorrect keeps putting in all kinds of inappropriate things (which can only give them ideas.)
Arthur next heard from Eames at breakfast. He was sitting down to yogurt and fruit when his phone buzzed with a text.
[Eames (8:19 am): could you bring me a change of clothes from the hotel please]
“Who is it?” Ariadne asked. She had joined Arthur in the lobby for the complimentary breakfast.
“Eames,” Arthur answered.
“Is he coming for breakfast?” Ariadne asked.
[Arthur (8:19 am): ?]
[Eames (8:20 am): I just broke my penis and it exploded all over my pants]
Arthur inhaled a yogurt-smothered bit of granola.
“Jesus, Arthur, are you okay?” Ariadne asked.
Arthur hacked and clutched at his sweater-vest like an asthmatic, then sent his phone skittering across the table to Ariadne. She snatched it up and read the text.
Read the story: Bless You, Autocorrect
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: short-ish (posted in comments on Kink Meme)
Author on LJ: Anonymous
Author Website: unavailable
Why this must be read: I'm one of those weird people who doesn't even have a cel phone, but the wonders of the AutoCorrect feature continue to intrigue me. Especially for the communication mishaps that can occur. This is a short, but pretty hilarious fic, that features Arthur and Eames texting one another, and that darn autocorrect keeps putting in all kinds of inappropriate things (which can only give them ideas.)
Arthur next heard from Eames at breakfast. He was sitting down to yogurt and fruit when his phone buzzed with a text.
[Eames (8:19 am): could you bring me a change of clothes from the hotel please]
“Who is it?” Ariadne asked. She had joined Arthur in the lobby for the complimentary breakfast.
“Eames,” Arthur answered.
“Is he coming for breakfast?” Ariadne asked.
[Arthur (8:19 am): ?]
[Eames (8:20 am): I just broke my penis and it exploded all over my pants]
Arthur inhaled a yogurt-smothered bit of granola.
“Jesus, Arthur, are you okay?” Ariadne asked.
Arthur hacked and clutched at his sweater-vest like an asthmatic, then sent his phone skittering across the table to Ariadne. She snatched it up and read the text.
Read the story: Bless You, Autocorrect
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!