HELLO IT IS TIME FOR A FLUFF TROPE FEST OF EPIC PROPORTIONS

[bookshop]

THE PROBLEM: INCEPTION FANDOM, SOMETIMES YOU ARE SO ANGSTY I CAN'T HANDLE YOU. And I cannot get enough of fluff, the shameless, self-indulgent kind. Fic where they cuddle. Fic where they hold hands. Fic where one of them can't sleep without using the other as a pillow. Fic where Eames calls Arthur every pet name in the book. Fic where Eames tries

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[daisy_chan]

Arthur looks up from the intel he's been pouring over to realize that at some point the sun went down without his noticing and that the afghan Eames' mother crocheted him last Christmas is over his shoulders.

The television is looping the newest version of Emma (because Eames is a firm believer in Austen only when they're at the London flat), and Eames, himself, is half bent over the opposite arm of the loveseat, feet sprawled unconcernedly over Arthur's very important papers on the coffee table.

There's a long cooled mug of coffee that Eames must have made an unsuccessfully bid for his attention with, snuggled close to Eames' favorite chipped tea cup, and Arthur slips the packet of papers he'd been working through between the two cups, and forms himself around curve of Eames' back, afghan pulled tight around them both now, socked feet locking together, Arthur's lips over Eames' ear; he closes his eyes.

[bookshop]

oh my god i have such a thing for the two of them cuddling on the couch under afghans, YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW. OH MY GOODNESSS, DAISY, IT IS LIKE YOU HAVE A DIRECT LINE TO MY BRAIN <3

[daisy_chan]

I TRY. IF NOTHING ELSE, I CERTAINLY TRY. Also, why am I suddenly consumed with ideas ajdflajflak MUST SLEEP.

[aki_yasu]

Awwwww. It's just. AWWWWWWWWWWWWW <3 <3 <3