Prompt Post No. 15
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It is a well-kept and thus little-known secret that Arthur and Eames have known each other for years; since high school. Or rather, boarding school, to be precise. Mostly, they do not talk about it. As far as anyone else is concerned (be they colleagues, girlfriends, family), Eames first met Arthur (and Cobb, obviously) when they tried and failed to perform an Extraction on him, in the same year that Cobb got engaged to Mal.
But, sometimes, sporadically, in the dead of night in whichever city they happen to be in at the time; loose-limbed and relaxed with his second glass of brandy, Arthur will tap his fingers against his thigh thoughtfully and, smile blossoming, dimples deepening; say, “Do you remember that one time when…?”
And Eames will lean back in his own chair, humming expectantly in anticipation, pleased because yes, he does, of course he remembers. They will talk and laugh and talk some more, even as pale timorous morning blooms over the horizon and ( ... )
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He frowns into his bowl of brightly coloured Froot Loops, trying valiantly not to think of it, whatever it was. “I found it while stripping my sheets off for laundry today.”
“Oh?” Freddy Simmonds wanders over, chewing on his toast, ever the gossip. “What was it? A girl?”
“Very original,” Eames rolls his eyes. One fucking time and he’s never lived it down since. “No, I’m fairly sure it was some twat’s idea of a joke. It was flat. And brown. And looked kinda squishy.” There was no way in hell he was touching it to find out; he had just gotten the fuck out of the room, immediately.
Flat, brown, and squishy.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, don’t even start. He’s going to need therapy for months ( ... )
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There are a few things that were just spot on, like And as with all those men, Arthur and Eames have their little idiosyncrasies: personal jokes that no one else laughs at or understands, the knowledge of exactly where in the other’s apartment a certain mug may be found, text messages in the middle of the night, the ability to display affection to the point of making those around them uncomfortable, contented not only in their own skin but in each other’s.
Especially the mug thing, i really like the mug thing.
And how they "meet" is so ridiculous and normal somehow and still awesome and Eames offers Arthur a blow job for more pancakes and chases him around threatening to fuck him, ahahaha, Eames you utter retard.
This is brilliant, anon!! Thank you so much!! Can't wait for more! :oD
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Thank you so much for the prompt. I'm thrilled you like it and hopefully, I'll be able to do the prompt justice. And, god, I want an Eames in my life, seriously.
And I love that you like the pancakes/blow job/fucking thing because that was totally last-minute and unexpected. Thank you, again.
ps. the fudge-in-bed thing actually happened, ahahahha :)
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I would also very much like an Eames in my life.
Ahah, well, despite it being last-minute, it seemed somehow perfectly appropriate. (which sounds kind of weird now that i think about it...<<)
ps: I might have laughed out loud at that. do i dare demand details?
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You're too kind, seriously; this fill is just ridiculous and keeps getting weirder and has massive homoerotic overtones (I'm sorry! My overt A/E bias keeps filtering through, argh) but thank you so much. I'm grinning and blushing and grinning and now am going to go hide in my room like the awkward hermit I am, still grinning because you have made my day. Sorry for all the silly insecurities. Maybe one day I'll even de-anon :3
ps.ahaha. hm. well, i went to boarding school too and the fudge event irl played out pretty much like in the story (i have no imagination). essentially, my friends made some fudge and i didn't want to eat it (retrospectively, i can't believe myself because wtf, who refuses fudge!?) so they were all like 'EAT IT OR WE'LL PUT IT IN YOUR BED" and i was all like "pft, right." *toddles off ( ... )
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More!
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Lovely story, darling!
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Thank you for reading this rather ridiculous story!
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