Summary: A mysterious yet well known Architect was being being held captive by a Millionaire, and Cobb and the others are assigned to extract information from you, who is the the closest lead.
"Insecurities" - Eames x reader (Part 2) [Requested]
I'm sorry for the long wait. I made it super long to make up for it. Anon and @kingarthurscat I hope this is what you had in mind when you made the request or that at least you like it. Can’t wait to hear your thoughts!
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A/n: Prompts are in bold.
The very reason you had been picked to be a part of the group was your ability to became whoever they needed you to be. It wasn't quite like Eames who could really become that person, it was more like an interpretation of a character. Like an actor would do, only you wouldn't be performing in a movie or a theatre. Usually very shy and stubborn you weren't so keen on putting yourself out there the way they had asked you to. But the need for money and your acting skills collected through the high school years as a way of getting more credits did the trick and with a little convincing on Dom's part, you were one of them.
Tonight was no different, you left your shy and awkward self in your hotel room, ready to be Sandy, a confident outspoken entrepreneur, for the rest of the night. The job was very easy to be honest, even though you usually hated when they used you just for your "womanly weapons" as Dom called them. However, being the only woman on the team, your input was required and there wasn't much you could do.
The plan was very simple: distract the wealthy, sneaky Arabian entrepreneur while Eames took whatever information he needed and then make your exit quickly and smoothly when Eames would give you the signal that it all went according to plan.
Flirting with wealthy men was quite the same every time. If you asked them about their job or a thing they have that makes them proud you could have them talking for hours on end. You would just have to throw a smile or a small laugh at the right time and that would be it. Easy job right? The fact that sometimes the men would be smoking hot it's just a bonus. They were boring but at least they were pretty to look at.
Much to your delight, this night, Azir was not only very handsome but he had a few interesting ideas too. Maybe you had been enjoying yourself too much, really engaged in a conversation with him, that you didn't notice Eames trying to catch your attention at first.
Over the years, you had come up with a complex sign language that would allow you to communicate in tricky situations without making a sound. Just a movement of an eye or a finger and the message or warning had come across. So when you noticed the English lad walking towards you while scrunching his nose, you knew that he needed a diversion.
"What is happening here?" He approached you and Azir that was quite startled by Eames' appearance. Thinking he was going for an angry/jealous boyfriend you played along.
"What are you doing here?" You asked feigning a shocked expression.
"I told you that I had a business meeting tonight, but you failed to mention that you'd also be here flirting with a stranger." He explained getting worked up.
"First of all, this is not a stranger, his name is Azir. Second, I didn't tell you because I didn't think you'd have cared."
"In what twisted universe I would not care about my fucking fiancée flirting with a man that's not me?!"
"Wait, what? What are you talking about mate? She doesn't have a ring." Azir chimes in, apparently disturbed by the idea of being accused to flirt with an engaged woman. Nice to see you have morals Azir, not just a pretty face uh.
"Where is your ring Y/N?" Eames inquired staring intently at your naked ring finger
"Funny you should ask, still keeping up with this game I see. It's not endearing anymore, cut it."
"What the hell are you on about?" He looked at you as if you had suddenly grown three heads, glancing towards Azir for support.
"I was so thrilled that after eight years you had finally found the guts to propose to me, that I couldn't wait to share the news with everyone I have ever shared a word with. Also to let them see the beautiful ring you gave me. Imagine my surprise when Karen comes up to me and say: "Do you know that the diamond in your engagement ring is fake?" Of course, I didn't believe her, she had always been jealous of me. But she insisted so to prove her wrong, I stepped on it. Diamonds, real diamonds, are unbreakable. But the one you gave me fell apart like a bread crumble." For added emphasis you turned to Azir, "can you believe it? A fake engagement ring!"
The poor lad had been swapped in this mess and was so lost that if someone had asked him his name right now, he probably couldn't be able to answer right.
"So what if the diamond was fake? My intentions behind the gesture were not."
"Do you even still love me?" You asked scoffing at his words. Noticing three bulky men storming into the hall you were in, you gather your things and without glancing towards both men, you stormed off into a hallway on your right knowing that Eames was hot on your trail. You turn around to see if you were safe but before you could check his hand wraps around your arm and drags you into a dark room to your left. The door closed behind you leaving you standing in the dark catching your breaths.
"Were they still behind us?" You whisper just in case they were close. You couldn't see him in the dark but even if you felt him close to you, when he put his hand on your mouth to shush you it still caught you off guard. Well then, I'll take that as a yes. Even if you couldn't see his face, being this close to him that you could feel his breath on your cheek, made your mind wander and suddenly you were thankful for the dark otherwise your reddening cheeks would sorely stand out and Eames would tease you endlessly.
Turns out that you spoke too soon seeing as, while you were lost in your daydream, he must have drawn out his phone, because a light suddenly shone in the room. It was a janitor closet because at your feet there were cloths and buckets. It was indeed a small space as you've presumed, your chests were touching and if he wasn't taller than you, your noses or worse mouths would too. This realisation certainly didn't help your blushing situation.
"Is there a reason why you're blushing like that?" He asked and really, you knew it was coming.
"Can we get out, please? I think we're safe." You said trying to play it cool. The twinkle in his eyes made his amusement very clear to you, nevertheless he spared you and moved his hand to the door handle. Much to your dismay, it wouldn't budge, even when he tried with more force. Eventually, he had to stop and admit defeat. He turned to you and almost as if you had rehearsed it you exclaim at the same time:
"Well shit."
Groaning you lower yourself to the ground while he wrote something on the phone, probably asking for some help but you know that you'd be here for a while if you had to wait for one of the guys to rescue you. Sensing your discomfort he sat beside you and you knew that he was going to confront you about your weird behaviour. Being observant was part of his job, nothing went past him unnoticed, he was the best in his field for a reason after all.
"So, since we have a lot of time to spare, will you tell me what's wrong darling?" As you predicted he asked softly. Having worked alongside one another for quite some time together with his observant self, made Eames one of the person who knew you best. It wasn't something you were happy about but it was a fact.
"Oh that was Sandy, Eames. Don't need to worry about a fuss over a fake ring." You joked trying to deflect. Classic textbook move and he knew it.
"That was a good stunt out there, not going to lie, but you know I wasn't talking about that. You've been acting weird since we've come out of the room." He insisted. You knew Eames so you were conscious that if you told him to let it go he wouldn't press you but for some reason, you needed to know if he saw you. I mean even if he did, it wasn't a big deal right? No one was perfect and as you were painfully aware of his annoying habits now he knew that you hadn't a perfect body. You could live with that. Conforming to the standard norms of beauty wasn't something you had to do. Besides, nothing was ever going to happen between you. So even if you had a crush on the man and your constant bickering was more subtle flirting, why do you care so much about what he thinks of you? Yes, he probably has been with a lot of breathtaking women but that didn't mean anything. You couldn't compare yourself to other, imaginary in this case, women. It's not a healthy thing to do and besides everyone is beautiful in their own way. You knew that it's just that most of the times you have trouble applying that way of thinking to yourself.
Well then, here goes nothing. This pep talk is pointless if you don't address the elephant in the room. And so gathering all your courage, you did. But wait- how exactly am I going to go about this?
"So, you know that I'm usually very quiet and reserved right?"
"Yes, I know how important your private space is to you. I promised I've not touched anything." He said reminiscing that time when you literally went ballistic when you saw him entering into your room without your permission.
"I know you've learned your lesson don't worry, I wasn't referring to that."
"Then what's the matter?"
"I'm not saying you did it on purpose but have you, by any chance, stumbled upon a very naked me early today in the bathroom?" I finally let out not meeting his eyes. I think it's a fair question to make, sure the answer won't change the fact that he saw me if he did but at least I'll stop wondering about it. However, Eames was known to be very unpredictable so you hoped that he wouldn't feel offended about it nor that he'd tease you for it. For a little while, he didn't say anything but you could feel his eyes on you. Knowing him he was probably studying you and thinking about what to say.
"Will you go mad hatter crazy on me if I tell you that I accidentally took a peak? I honestly thought that you were done and telling me that I could enter when you opened the door. However, I didn't do it maliciously or anything. It just happened, I'm sorry." He explained confirming your assumptions. So he did see you. Now what? However stupid it may sound, you believed him when he said that it was an accident. How different could my body from others anyway? Pretending to not be affected by his confession you just shrugged your shoulders muttering a quiet "it's okay". Needless to say, it was not okay. How were you going to look at him now that you knew he's seen you in your most vulnerable state? Ugh, why did you have to be so complexed? Couldn't you be just as easy going as Sandy? Life would surely be easier.
"If it's okay, then why won't you look at me, darling?" He insisted. Gosh, why won't he let this go?
"There's literally no light in here, how do you know if I'm not looking at you?"
"Because I know you and apparently this held a deeper meaning to you than you want me to know. You should know by now though, that I notice everything. Besides, how can we still work together if you refuse to look at me?"
"I can pretend to be a different person then so there's no problem." you mutter jokingly
"There's no need to pretend with me. We're room buddies!" He said making you laugh. He could be so silly sometimes.
"You can always be yourself with me you know. To be honest, you should never be afraid to be you but I know that that's a tough thing to do. However, I thought I was part of the gang now. That you trusted me and all."
"I do trust you, Eames. I wouldn't be working with you if I didn't. And yes you're part of the gang but neither of them has seen me naked you naked."
"And that changes things how?"
"You have seen me in my most vulnerable and truest form. No filter, no pretending no anything. I can't imagine I was a very pleasant view. I'm just ashamed, that's all."
"You shouldn't be. I didn't think you'd be so insecure about yourself, that only proves how good at your job you are, honestly, but if it makes you feel better, I really like what I saw."
"Yeah sure. Don't need to flatter me to make me feel better. I'm not delusional."
"No, but it seems that you're blind. I thought that my scandalous and obvious flirting was a dead giveaway of me liking you."
"Oh shut up, you flirt with every living thing. It does not make me special." You sassed because it was true. You actually thought he was into Arthur before realizing that he was like that, flirting seemed to be the only way of communication he knew.
"You don't need my validation to consider yourself special. You are no matter what I or any other guy says. Although, you shouldn't really question me. You know I'm always right."
"Could your ego be bigger?"
"Hey, I'm trying to help you here. No need to insult my ego. But it's not the only big thing I have if you know what I mean."
"You know what? I really appreciate your wise words but I think it's best if we wait for whoever you called in silence. Your ego is already sucking up all the air in this cubicle." you said nudging his shoulder letting him know that you were joking. Who would have guessed that he could manage to make your doubts disappear just with a few silly words?
He seemed to have understood because he wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder, getting comfortable beside him. The silence between you now wasn't uncomfortable but very welcomed, you knew he wouldn't be quiet for long so you enjoyed it while it lasted, your insecurities long forgotten.
Okay so Eames it is, even though there was a change of plans and I finished a longer imagine that I was working on and decided to post it instead of the short one. I hope you like it and I'm sorry if this hit a little too close to home. Anyway, my inbox is always open and I would like nothing more than write some of your requests.
Enjoy!
"What do you mean we have to share a room?" you react when Eames comes to you after speaking with the lady at the reception
"It seems that there was a problem with the reservation and there's a queen room under this name and not two singles. I tried to see if there was a way to change it but there are no rooms available tonight," he explains when he sees your stunned reaction
"Oh c'mon y/n, cheer up, we're going to be room buddies!" he says in an uncharacteristic bubbly voice making you ease a little your nerves
"I never would have thought to hear you say "room buddies" wait until Arthur knows about this." you joke picking up your luggage and heading toward the elevators.
Better to embrace this situation rather than keep fussing about it, you thought while you waited to arrive at the right floor. Sharing a bed with Eames couldn't be that bad right? Well, you hope not but you're going to find out soon anyway.
"Well, despite the inconvenient sharing, it looks like they're spoiling us," Eames says looking around the room. You agreed with him in silence, the room was very spacious and luxurious
"Yeah it's a shame we can't fully enjoy it since we're here on a mission," you say emphasizing the last word as to remember the real reason you were here.
He doesn't reply and you knew that he probably making faces at you. You turn around suddenly and to avoid being caught he let himself fall on the queen-sized bed.
"Right well, while you reflect on the difference between your age and the way you act I'm going to freshen up. Don't get any funny ideas," you warn him before taking your stuff and heading to the bathroom.
You weren't sure if water could feel different but you could swear that this water came right from heaven. Its warmth managed to loosen up every knot in your neck and shoulders. You weren't usually so nervous before a mission. This was your cup of tea and it wasn't actually that big of a deal. However, what was putting you off was the closeness of Eames.
You weren't blind, you knew that he was handsome but you always dealt with it by putting space between the two of you every now and then. It didn't help that you also knew he wasn't all muscles but had a very well functioning brain too. Scratch that, the guy is a genius and you've always admired his work. Not that you'd ever admitted out loud. There was this between you where you acted as if you didn't really like each other but actually did, much like him and Arthur even if the tension between you two was a lot less evident.
When you got out of the shower, all mirrors were steamed up so you mindlessly opened the door slightly. It didn't really register that you were sharing the room with Eames until you felt a gentle breeze hit your skin while you were applying some lotion. Looking towards the door you realized that the door was now wider than when you left it. And then it hit you, Eames was waiting for you to finish so he probably thought that you were about to get out and got near the door.
What if he looked inside? Who were you kidding of course he did. You were now in your underwear but who knows at what point he peeked in.
Realizing that he had most definitely seen you naked made you panic and all of your insecurities to come back to the surface after you've struggled so much to overcome them.
If he had seen you naked, which he moat definitely did, how were you going to find the courage to face him?
Focus Y/n! So what if he's seen you half naked or completely naked? Who cares. It's not like you have to marry the guy, why are you so worried about what he thinks of you? you try to resonate with yourself
It was pointless to deny ti yourself you crush for the man but seeing as there were close so none possibilities of anything happening between you it was best to accept the situation. You had better things to worry about. Tonight's mission for example.
Focusing on the work at hand always managed to sway your line of thought from whatever was bothering you. So, thinking about the different ways you could do your task, you finished getting ready and got out of the bathroom without sparing a glance towards Eames. Fortunately he doesn't say anything and heads to the room you previously occupied.
Your mind lost in all the possible scenarios of the evening, Eames didn't bother you much, even when he got out of the bathroom. Each one of you had a different process to get into the character when preparing for a mission and after a while of working together everyone understood and respected that, meaning that the few hours before the mission a religious silence reigned the room.
Until the time came that you both had to head out into the restaurant of the hotel to meet your client. You were in the elevator and allowing yourself a little more time to be yourself, you let out a sigh feeling under a lot of pressure.
"What's the matter darling? You've been awfully quite." he asked softly. Being observing was actually his thing, you knew that. What surprised you was that you were the object of his observation.
"It's nothing, but be careful someone might think you worry for me." you deflect sparing him a quick glance.
"Just don't want you to ruin this for us just because you have something on your mind." he scoffed defensively and even though you knew he would give you this kind of answer you still felt offended of his insinuation of unprofessionality.
"As women we always have something on your mind, no one really notices and that's the beauty of us. We deal with our stuff and keep doing what we have to and no one will know that we're actually struggling. Besides, when we walk out of this elevator, y/n is going to disappear." you spat annoyed at him that he would ever think such a thing
" There's nothing wrong with y/n you know, that's not what I was implying. "
"Oh yes, thank you Eames. All I ever wanted was for a man to reassure me that I'm good enough and that everything is going to be alright and all my problems magically vanish."
The sarcasm was evident in your voice as was that fact that there was some unfinished business you were dealing with. Eames didn't know if it had anything to do with him or you were just taking out on him being the closest person to you. However, he didn't have time to work it out for the elevator signaled you that you had reached your floor.
You straightened your shoulders, adjusted your hair on your shoulder and confidently walked out of the doors, completely a different person. One who felt confident in herself. One who didn't know any fears nor any insecurities.
While I work on the Tommy Conlon series, here's a little Eames drabble! Hope you enjoy and to hear from you soon! Remember that requests are always open.
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"How DARE you."
"You shouldn't be surprised y/n, you're a daydreamer even before knowing about inception. If I let you come on the mission let alone be the forger, I fear you won't want to come back to reality." Eames calmy explains knowing he has a point.
"Well, you can't possibly tell me that a dream entirely made up by me isn't better than this god forsaken world." you mutter exasperated. He was right, you wouldn't want to get back to your life.
"This world sucks, couldn't agree more. However, I like how my life is now, how things are between us. Kinda makes this life feel like a dream." he smugly says making you chuckle at his cheesiness
"Well, if you put it like that, I can only agree with you, can't I?" you ask smiling when you see his face getting close to yours.
You have to admit that since Eames came into your life with his questionable outfit that looked surprisingly good on him, things have been better. You still hated waking up because it meant that you had to face the real world and people. However, his presence beside you or your awakening for his sweet kisses certainly helped soften the blow.
You would probably never admit it outloud to him, his ego would probably explode if you did, but when he confessed his feelings, you had thought him to be some kind of angel sent to you to make you believe in life again.
Sooo, since all I can do these days is read, and watch Tom Hardy content, I was thinking of writing imagines, headcanons, fics, anything about him and/or his characters.
So, do you have any requests??
I can write about :
Alfie Solomons (peaky blinders)
Eddie brock (venom)
Eames (inception)
Tuck Hanson (this means war)
The Kray twins (legend)
James Delaney (Taboo)
you can request with a prompt, image or general idea about any of the characters of the list above! Don't be shy.
