Umm...I made a crazy ridiculous request at burnmybridges's post so I think, by some kind of transitive property (WHO FAILED MATH FOREVER? OH, YEAH, THAT WAS ME.) I think I tagged myself
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I've got nothing to do but stress about my paper presentation tomorrow so I thought I'd write some domestic fluff instead. As Diane Keaton once said...la di da...
"Where did you get this recipe?" Arthur asked, squinting at the writing as if that might make the handwriting more legible. It didn't.
"I copied it from my mother's food blog," Eames said. He dipped a finger into the mixture and it was only after he popped it into his mouth that he noticed the shock on Arthur's face.
"Your mother has a food blog?" he asked, incredulous.
"Most definitely," Eames said, dipping his finger in again. "It's been her pet project for years." He held his finger out for Arthur (a generous offer, Eames thought) but Arthur swatted him away.
"These cookies have bicarbonate of soda and a bag of tea in them," Arthur said, pointing to the items on the recipe.
Eames shrugged and grinned. "I thought you said my penmanship was illegible, darling."
"Maybe I've cracked your code," Arthur muttered.
"Maybe I've cracked your--" Eames started to say in
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i will totally post this in my journal irrespective of my writing ability if i'm allowed to gleefully prompt you with something, and because i love your disclaimer,
i would prefer inception, but i'm not going to lie: UKULELES ALL THE WAY. and pairing wise, i'm up for anything (i have a soft spot for arthur? and okay, arthur/eames is what i ship, but i am totally up for gen if that's what you feel like writing instead)
(i usually skim disclaimers, but yours was adorable and you used it more than once so i remembered it XD)
Um...I'm calling this the Julia Nunes!AU in my head.
Arthur was managing a band full of people that could be described--if one was being incredibly generous--as a couple cards shy of the full deck. It wasn't easy. He had to spend a lot of time shepherding weeping and/or ranting drug addicts from one back stage to another and then shoving them into the flood of lights when they stared at him blankly
( ... )
Eames takes advantage of Arthur's new noise-canceling headphones. Maybe he walks around banging pots and pans just for the hell of it. Maybe he sneaks out his sketchbook and draws Arthur. MAYBE OTHER THINGS HAPPEN AS WELL.
Arthur brought in noise-canceling headphones the day after Eames wore a neon blue jacket"I need to tune out your clothes," he said, obviously pleased with his own joke. Eames rolled his eyes
( ... )
There was a night, about a week later, when Eames and Arthur were the last two in the warehouse. Arthur had stuck around because he hadn't noticed everyone leaving. Eames was hoping for five minutes of attention when Arthur put his iPod away to leave.
But Arthur wasn't even looking at his laptop anymore. His attention had drifted and he was staring at a wall, too involved in the music to notice the real world.
Eames had always liked Arthur's attention. It was vivid and intense. You felt it, down to your toes, when it hit you. It was something in his shoulder, a little bit around the eyes
( ... )
oooooooh Arthur/Eames .....prompt........Eames finds Arthur's Doll collection. And it turns Eames on! Huzah! I will re=post this, but most likely no one will respond....I hope :)
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"Where did you get this recipe?" Arthur asked, squinting at the writing as if that might make the handwriting more legible. It didn't.
"I copied it from my mother's food blog," Eames said. He dipped a finger into the mixture and it was only after he popped it into his mouth that he noticed the shock on Arthur's face.
"Your mother has a food blog?" he asked, incredulous.
"Most definitely," Eames said, dipping his finger in again. "It's been her pet project for years." He held his finger out for Arthur (a generous offer, Eames thought) but Arthur swatted him away.
"These cookies have bicarbonate of soda and a bag of tea in them," Arthur said, pointing to the items on the recipe.
Eames shrugged and grinned. "I thought you said my penmanship was illegible, darling."
"Maybe I've cracked your code," Arthur muttered.
"Maybe I've cracked your--" Eames started to say in ( ... )
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ukelele. SOMEONE HAS SECRET SKILLS? :D?
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PS - HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT MY CRAZYMADINTENSE LOVE OF UKULELES??
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(i usually skim disclaimers, but yours was adorable and you used it more than once so i remembered it XD)
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Arthur was managing a band full of people that could be described--if one was being incredibly generous--as a couple cards shy of the full deck. It wasn't easy. He had to spend a lot of time shepherding weeping and/or ranting drug addicts from one back stage to another and then shoving them into the flood of lights when they stared at him blankly ( ... )
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There was a night, about a week later, when Eames and Arthur were the last two in the warehouse. Arthur had stuck around because he hadn't noticed everyone leaving. Eames was hoping for five minutes of attention when Arthur put his iPod away to leave.
But Arthur wasn't even looking at his laptop anymore. His attention had drifted and he was staring at a wall, too involved in the music to notice the real world.
Eames had always liked Arthur's attention. It was vivid and intense. You felt it, down to your toes, when it hit you. It was something in his shoulder, a little bit around the eyes ( ... )
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DYING. And ugh, I love how it's playful and fun and then in the end, with that quiet moment *_____* THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS
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I have a problem with prompts it seems. D:
But I'm doing this for the Arthur/Eames. <3
Prompt:
Arthur/Eames
Arthur gets caught in the rain. Eames fusses over him when he gets home. That or he's just trying to get Arthur naked. xD
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