#cobb : I think what eames meant by that is that you are a well fit very efficient dream criminal

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

one fine day, eames learns the phrase “lean mean fighting machine” and refuses to call arthur by anything else for a good month.

obviously, he aims to woo arthur but fails by a mile cause OF COURSE the only word arthur zeroes on is “mean” and refuses to meet the forgers eyes in the said month.

safe to say no productive dream thievery was done for a total of thirty days

[justrainandcoffee]

The cardboard box (Eames-Inception)

Eames & Bes masterlist

Summary: First part of a serie of one-shots involving Eames and his cat: a beautiful orange girl, named Bes. Here, the story of how they met.

Warnings: none.

Words: 700.

2006

The new target that time was a woman named Abigail Jones. A businesswoman owning several companies and Eames was studying one of the most trusted men to her to transform himself in him when Mrs. Jones was under their control.

It was going to be a normal day, an average one but it wasn't.

Two siblings were standing up in that corner of London with a cardboard box in their hands. "Free kittens" would be read on it.

"Sir, sir! Do you want the last of our kittens? It's a girl! A very pretty one!" the boy said looking at him.

"No, I'm sorry kid, I can't have a kitten."

"But, sir, look at her! She's waiting for her next home. Mom say we can't return to our house until we relocate all the babies. And she's the last one! No one wanted her!"

Eames look at the boy who probably was only 10 years old or less. Her sister was similar to him, but even younger. He felt sorry for them, but he really couldn't have a cat. Not with the constant trips and his nomadic life.

Then he heard the littlest meowing he ever heard. In the box, the solitary kitten was looking at him with her still blue eyes and something in him changed completely.

Cats choose their owners. It's a fact. And Eames knew that moment that the kitten looking at him, meowing at him, was choosing him.

"She likes you, sir." The little girl finally said. "This one is the smallest of all, we think no one wanted her because of that."

Eames took her in his hands and put her in front of his face. The kitten meowed again, this time louder and closing her eyes, showing her temporary fangs at him. So small that could fit perfectly in his pocket.

And Eames knew what love at first sight meant.

He gave the kids some money to buy candies or whatever the kids wanted and returned to the warehouse that Cobb rented with the kitten, now named Bes wit him.

When the rest of the team saw Eames again it was already night. He was carrying two bags full of cat food, toys, a new bed, treats and also had the little kitten in his pocket.

"I'm afraid to ask what the hell is going on," Arthur said looking at his colleague putting the bags on a table and the new cat bed on the floor next to the heater they had.

"I have a kitten now. It's a girl, her name is Bes. I already took her to the vet, she got her first shot and was very brave about it, if you ask me, Arthur."

"Weren't you with Abigail Jones?"

"I was, yes. I did my job as always, Arthur. And you?"

Arthur furrowed as Cobb pat his shoulder.

"I think she's adorable," Mal said scratching her little head with her finger. "Bes? Like the Egyptian God?"

"Yes."

"Very appropriate," she said.

"What are you going to do with her?" Cobb asked, more curious than concerned. He knew his friend quite well.

"I guess I have no option but take her with me. We're going to be fine."

"I'm sure you will."

Eames put Bes on the floor and although stumbling, she went to her new bed and after sniffing it a bit she decided it was okay for her. No longer after, she fell asleep next to the heater.

"I guess, we have a new member in the team," Arthur said looking at the kitten sleep. Rather dead than admit the animal was indeed adorable.

Bes' first day at work was well. She slept, ate and played with Arthur's shoelaces.

She also returned to Eames' pocket because she found that place quite warm and comfortable. Being that small had its benefits.

Still unaware that in the future, she was going to be a very, very big girl.

[batterycityghoul]

⭐🥺

I’m scared I’m going to pick the wrong fandom you might be interested in, so I feel like TUA is safe? So, I’m going to talk about Life Could Be a Dream, Sweetheart. 

My Somebody to Love fic, for the first chapter, was either going to be Klaus/Reader or Diego/Reader, and most people who commented on that first chapter seemed to want Diego to be the love interest, so I changed the fic for that. But I promised I would write a Klaus/Reader once I was finished with STL, so that’s how the Dream ‘verse was born. I came up with the idea I think around the time I was writing the second chapter of STL and just kind of put the idea on the backburner until I was done with STL. And I called it the ‘Inception fic’ for the longest time, because of reader’s ability to dream walk and influence dreams and everything and I even brought in Arthur and Eames and mentioned Cobb, because I thought it would be fun. (Also, Inception is one of my favorite movies, so I couldn’t help myself.) 

When I started finally writing it, I couldn’t help but think about how season one of TUA was so influenced by music, so I decided to make my own little playlist to go along with the fic. And the title came from one of those songs which is Sh-Boom by The Chords. I tried to pick songs that fit well with what happened for the chapter I posted with it, but sometimes it was just for the fic overall. And I had fun putting together my own list of songs. 

It was also daunting to write something that involved reader ending up in the apocalypse with Five, because to me, Five and Klaus are the hardest to write for. I was so worried I’d get them wrong, so I spent a lot of time basically having conversations with myself where one voice was reader’s and the other would have to be Five or Klaus so I could get that down. I feel like that one was probably one of the hardest fics for me to write, because I had to get really creative with some things. I had to work with canon, but also build a life for reader and Five in the apocalypse and put them through their time with the TC and write The Handler and then I was writing events that happened before season one and that meant I had to write Reginald. And then it starts with Klaus in jail and reader having to rely on Diego and Vanya before he’s released, so I had to write for them and make sure they were in character as well. Every chapter involved reader with Five in the apocalypse/TC and then I’d switch to current events, because by the end of the fic/beginning of the sequel, those events would line up. So, that was probably the scariest fic for me to write, because so much planning had to go into it and I was worried I would get it all wrong? Because I really had to rely on myself to get through it, because at that time, I didn’t really have any writer friends I could turn to to be like ‘hey, is this really dumb??? does it make sense???’ So, I went through STL and that fic completely alone and it was terrifying, but I’m also really happy I pushed myself through them. 

Thank you so much for asking! I rambled so much. I’m so sorry! 

Based on this post. 

[sopxhiea]

Daze

Eames X Reader

Part 1 

“The entirety of the mission didn’t appeal to the grown man as she stood in a silk shirt that was too familiar, a sigh was the only thing that left his lips as all he could was stare..”

There was no sunshine, no source of natural light as they laid on the same bed. The traffic sounds had stopped an hour ago due to the late hour, the room was cold as the breeze from the open window greeted her legs first, sending a shiver up her spine. There wasn’t much to be said, there wasn’t much they could say.

Eames had gotten her into his room, she was a little careless and a little intoxicated which seemed to be the perfect combination. He had done everything in order, much like he would do with any other woman if he wanted them in his bed and almost all the time, it would end up working. The only time it hadn’t worked was when a girl got too drunk and slept it off in the lobby of the hotel.

But what he failed to take into account was that: this was no ordinary woman.

She knew what she was doing by saying yes to the things he would offer, she knew how to make his eyes sparkle as he thought he had her, while all along, she was the one in charge. Usually at this late hour, Eames would be done with the girl who would either be sleeping or leaving but this time, all his urge to get her in bed disappeared as some other feeling took over his built body.

Admiration.

This wasn’t usual for him, sure he admired women, he worshipped them but he was always after one thing after all: meaningless sex. He wanted it to be good and he wanted it to be done but this time, sex was only at the back of his mind as he wanted to speak to her, to know her better and just be with her. He shrugged it off, it was probably because he was tired.

“So...” Y/N said, sitting up on the bed they both laid in, her locks hugging her frame as they created shadows on her face. “The movie idea wasn’t so great I guess.” she said, they had tried to watch a movie to kill time but the options were dreadful and old.

“Seems like it, doll.” he spoke.

She didn’t let him know but she loved it when he called her doll. She was far too small compared to him and he had always thought that her beauty resembled a porcelain doll: delicate and timeless. She had been called many things before: slut, babe, minx and even a performer which she took pride in, but this: the tone of his voice, the way his lips moved and everything about the way it was being said simply fascinated the woman.

She was actually known for being cold, professional and sticking to the rules she had made out for herself in every job she got no matter how hot the guy was or how impossible it was to get out of the situation but this time, a part of her wanted this. Somehow, she had gotten attached to the Brit and she didn’t want these games to be over so soon. 

He sighed, looking at her. She was wearing her night gown, it was silk and quite baggy but when she moved, it enhanced the right places. Her slippers were the usual, fluffy and beige. She had a cardigan that matched the gown in being oversized and her hair wasn’t up like the usual, it was wavy as it hugged her shoulders nicely, the spark of her eyes never leaving.

Despite being a very well known name in the industry and having a career prior to that, she was quite young. Young enough that she had a natural glow, a blush to her face and young enough to be the fastest out of the group, both mentally and physically. Oh how he adored her.

He smiled when she got up from the bed, moving towards the balcony at this cold night. He took a blanket to cover her up, knowing she would be cold wearing what she was wearing. The weather was cruel in Rome but he didn’t mind, slowly walking up to her in the cold space as her eyes scanned the city, almost searching for something.

He had become so weak, so powerless at the sight of her. Usually, he would flirt a little back and forth, have the girl and then never see her again. The woman he worked with also ended up in his bed most of the time which was why Cobb was hesitant was picking up for the job but luckily, Y/N was a smart one. But this time, he didn’t want to just flirt with her, he was gentle and kind and cautious because the things he hid in his chest were far too unfamiliar to him.

“Looking for something special?” he asked, covering her body with the blanket as she murmured a small thank you.

“No....” she said, the alcohol was slowly leaving her small frame as they spoke into the night. “..just peace, I guess.” her words were breathy.

She was admiring the view more than anything else, there was something in her that searched for peace, yearned for it. The concept of peace had left her soul since her second job. She had lost her best friend in that job, the only person who truly understood and knew how to deal with her and ever since her loss, Y/N would give herself into her job and nothing else. Maybe that was why she was good at it, because she needed the alternative to escape and this job provided just that.

“I think we’re all searching for that...” Eames said under his breath. He was yearning for some escape too, and hoped that the escape would be her.

She took a good look at the lad next to her. He was so....different. He had a glow to him like no other guy did and made her feel grounded, closer to the planet somehow and like she fit in, she fit in his small world. He made her feel like she was home, wherever that was. But she held fear in her heart, feared that somehow, if this became something, it wouldn’t end well and she would be brokenhearted, wounded somehow.

His gaze met her lingering one, they didn’t say a word. Would it be so complicated? Would it hurt them if they tried?, she could’ve said all those but she blinked instead. A soft smile appeared on her lips as he stared at them, he could kiss her right now.

A little shake of his head and he was out of the daydreaming zone. Eames often found herself daydreaming about Y/N, he never did daydream but all he could do about her was to het lost in his thoughts where he would see her body laying next to him every morning and feel the peace he had so badly missed. He chuckled at himself, forgetting about the rosy-cheeked lady next to him.

“What’s so amusing?” she smiled as she spoke, he could be like this the whole day and not move but when she asked the obvious question, he was out of answers.

“It’s brilliant up there.” he said, pointing at his head. This was a line he stole from his father, someone he resented but yet, he came in handy at this very last second.

“You know, I sometimes think I should go up there.” she said, he knew it held different meanings.

He had meant that it was brilliant in his mind, where he had countless thoughts about her and often failed to express them, that was the implied meaning of up there in his sentence. What she meant was death. She had been inside so many dreams, so many minds to a point where she thought she wouldn’t be able to get surprised by anything so she was curious of what was up there.

“Now..” Eames spoke, directly to her ear. She could feel his hot breath against her ear as he made out the words.

“Why would you say that?” Eames’ hands found their way to her waist, gently grabbing her as his head rested on top of hers, their height matched perfectly. He was swaying her, slowly moving as she let go, her back against his chest as they stood. She didn’t mind this, but was confused at what he was trying to do. In all honesty, she thought that he would make her drink, get her drunk and sleep with her. She had heard things, some false and some different but enough to make out the kind of man Eames was.

“Eames...” she spoke, softly but she was demanding too.

“Shh.” he pressed his mouth against her air, not leaving once he was finished. “I know.” she knew that he knew, so she let go.

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The sun was bright and but the wind was cold enough to make up for it. The sheets were extremely soft, making her whimper as she slept freely. She was all over the bed, moving and grunting. He wasn’t sure if she was having a bad dream or this was just the way she slept but regardless, he watched her adoringly.

This was all too good. Her body soundlessly laying next to him as they enjoyed the bright yet gentle sun around them, their breaths mixing in as the time moved forward. This wasn’t something they got to have, they were supposedly mind meddlers and according to a large part of the society they lived in, this wasn’t something meant for them. They worked, they had some time off and then they retired, leaving nothing but ashes of a job behind them but this....the feeling of being home, safe and finally belonging somewhere seemed so far away but yet, they both felt it.

It was hard for Eames to keep himself under control around her. He was in awe, he wanted to adore every part of her and strangely, his flirting never clicked with her except some moments. He was supposed to be the charming guy, the one in the silk shirt who would come swooping right in and stealing the girl’s heart but this girl was tougher than he would anticipated which only made it more fun for him.

She slowly moved on the bed, it was quiet and there was a peaceful silence. At last, he thought as he watched her awakening form for a couple moments. She seemed pure, not like the woman she became when her orbs were visible. She was feisty when she was awake, more anxious and far more controlling, maybe more so than she wanted to be. But the sleeping figure seemed like a child to him, this was a glance to what she was like before all this: pure, innocent, loving and present.

She had been through a lot, Eames knew this for a number of good reasons. She was a well known name in the industry and certain things about her were already known. Cobb had also told them a couple of things not many people knew, losses and failures that made her into the person she is today.

Her eyelashes fluttered open, she wasn’t exactly sure where she was. After a couple seconds of staring at the ceiling before meeting his gaze. A soft smile was spread in his lips and his hair was a mess but he looked good still, she didn’t know how. Soon after, the events of the night before came flooding in. They had been talking, dancing and doing all sorts of things before she grew tired and so he had offered her to stay over and just sleep and she did just that. The only problem was that they had missed breakfast so they would have to order in which Eames didn’t appreciate. 

“Morning, doll.” he spoke in a lower tone than usual due to the early hours of the morning.

“Morning.” she slowly got up and realised how tired she actually was which made her chuckle, she was so naive when it came to herself. “What time is it?” she asked, moving on the bed closer to his body around the pillows.

“11.30″ he spoke, not tearing his gaze from her eyes. A flushed color found her cheeks before she got up, Eames figured she was gonna take a shower.

Things like this had happened between them before. He would stay over sometimes and they would read or talk about their past and experiences but the only difference today was that they had a small date earlier, that made things official and put Eames into potential lover category, which was his favourite one when it came to her.

A couple hours passed as they watched tv together on his bed, neither of them moving much. The new years was just about the corner and Eames was reminded of it every day due to the celebrations going around but she didn’t care for it that much, she didn’t have anyone to spend it with. Soon, she got into the shower, looking for some relief after sleeping on her side for too long next to Eames.

What she found strange was all his acts. Normally, when a women was around, Eames couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was quite a handsy man and that was the case when he was with her around other people, too but when they were alone, his touch was shy and it was rare. She felt that it was strange how such a flirty man became a softie in person. 

She often found herself smiling when the thought of Eames arose in her mind. There were small things about him that she cherished, things that made her feel that this world, was in fact, real and not a dream. She wasn’t as paranoid as Cobb was about the reality of this realm but something deep in her conscious often told her to watch out for the fear of it not being real.

There was a time in which she could tell, when it was real and not just a dream but so much time had passed, there was much she lost and many longed for. The hot water stung her skin but she didn’t move, all she could do was to blink. This, water running down her back and the feelings that made her stomach twist, was all real.

A sigh left her lips and the next thing she knew, she was out of the shower, munching on the fruits along with the things Eames had ordered in for the both of them. She sat in front of him around the table, her robe was carefully placed around her figure as she pulled her legs in on the chair.

Eames was watching her intently as she bit on the piece of apple in her hand, reading the new book she had found in the library near the place. She knew he was watching, she just played along and this was the usual routine anyway. Her feet were swaying again, some of her upper thigh showing but she could care less.

“Doll?” Eames said, dropping the newspaper in his hand that he was pretending to read.

“Hm?” she said, her voice was a low hum that Eames was willing to hear everyday.

This game of push and pull had been going on for too long. Waking up together, small touches on her waist as he whispered nothing but funny words to her ear, the talks they had about nothing and everything and the times they has spent together trying to fill in the void within their chests when all along, they knew that all they missed were each other.

“What do say to a date tomorrow evening?”

he said, calm as usual but inside, there were storms and things he couldn’t comprehend just yet.

“Sure, you wanna call Arthur and Cobb?”

she asked, she knew that they were in town tomorrow and thought that it was a casual dinner like they would have rarely around a couple times a year.

“No, love. I mean just us.”

he said, watching her intently. Each word was filled with his accent as he spoke, each word sounding like a melody to her as she read the sentence in front of her again, this was the first time he had asked this.

There was silence, she was contemplating. It wasn’t like she hand’t thought of this but he actually had the courage to take the step and ask her. She thought of her motto of staying professional and not getting involved with anyone inside her work but there was much more he had to offer.

So many men had come into her life, changed things and shifter her way of thinking and left just like that. There was so much sorrow and unhappiness as well as excitement given to her but she always was left with her broken shell and was afraid that maybe, sometime after, he would break her too. But as she stared into his eyes, tearing her gaze apart from the book and solely focusing on him, she thought that maybe she didn’t care.

“You mean a date date?” she said, a soft smile in her lips as he eyed her.

“Yes, love.” he said, much lower this time as he spoke. They were eyeing each other, shamelessly as she closed her book and turned to him with her whole body, still in the robe as her hair dried in small wavy motions.

“Well well..” she said, a smirk was evident on his lips due to the playful way in which she approached the matter. “Are you gonna take me out somewhere nice, Mister?” she said, his smile reached into his eyes this time as he chuckled, shifting on the chair right across the room from her.

“Sure, little Miss.” he spoke as she crossed her legs, most of her skin showing this time. “Whatever you please.” he whispered again.

And he just looked at her in the afternoon light as she smiled, her skin glistening while her hair was kissed by the slow breeze that made its way into the room. She was perfect, far more beautiful than he could’ve imagined. She was everything he wanted, at that moment: with the way she sat on the chair, the playful manner in which she approached him and just the way she was, with every flaw and every little detail she had engraved in her soul.

“Come at my door at 8.” she whispered, barely audible.

She then picked up her book and her clothes that were around the entrance, she folded them slowly as he watched her. She swayed her lips whole moving towards him, painfully slow for him to bear. Cautiously, she sat down on his lap, almost straddling him as her hot breath hit his face. She leaned in closer, kissing his cheek and then all of a sudden, all the touch was gone and she was out the door, and all he could do was to just stare and hope that the next day would come quicker.

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There you go!!!another part and I really do hope you enjoy it. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

[earlgreytea68]

Tagged by @shiplovinglyalways​

A passage you are particularly proud of. 

Oh, goodness, this is hard. 

I thought a lot about this. I know that I have passages I love, that I write them and I’m like, “Ha! That was great!” Of course, when asked to do this, I drew a total blank. 

And then what came to mind was this little Inception Halloween fic I wrote called Right Here, Love. This was meant to be just a quick, snarky little fic and it ended up getting away from me a bit and I vividly remember writing it and being like, “Huh, this is so much better than I thought I was going to be!” And I think it is both funnier and sweeter so I decided to go with two passages from it: my favorite funny passage and my favorite sweet passage. 

The funny: 

So Arthur called Cobb. Cobb talked for twenty minutes about the various difficulties of his life. Arthur eventually said, “Uh-huh. Did you get invited to Eames’s Halloween party?”

“Eames’s what? Is Eames having a Halloween party? He’s having a Halloween party and didn’t invite me?”

So then Arthur spent twenty minutes assuring Cobb that he was well-liked and Eames definitely would have invited him if he was actually having a Halloween party, which he clearly wasn’t.

Except, Arthur considered once he got off the phone with Cobb, Eames didn’t actually like Cobb. The fact that Cobb hadn’t been invited to a party didn’t necessarily mean that Eames wasn’t having a party. It seemed likely to Arthur, upon reflection, that Eames wouldn’t have invited Cobb.

So Arthur called Ariadne. “Have you been invited to Eames’s Halloween party?” he asked.

“Yes!” said Ariadne, sounding delighted. “It’s going to be awesome! Wasn’t the invitation the cutest thing?”

Arthur sat at his kitchen table and frowned. He wasn’t sure what he’d wanted here. Had he wanted this to all be an elaborate trick to lure him into Eames’s house? Had he wanted it to be a private party? Surely it was a good thing that there was an actual party. Right? “So there really is a party,” he said reflectively.

“Of course there’s a party! Did you think he was lying about it? You have trust issues.”

“I steal people’s deepest darkest secrets for a living,” Arthur pointed out.

“Whatevs,” said Ariadne. “Are you going to the party?”

“I guess so,” said Arthur. “I mean, I said I would.”

“You have to wear a costume, you know.”

Arthur frowned harder. “I know. It says it on the invitation. Right underneath the black cat holding a frog.”

“Isn’t that the cutest thing?”

“Why is the cat holding a frog?”

“Don’t be so literal,” said Ariadne. “And don’t get too stressed out about the costume.”

“Why would I get stressed out about the costume?” asked Arthur, frowning especially hard at the kitten on the invitation.

“You don’t seem like a costume person.”

“What is that supposed to be mean?”

“Some people are costume people. Some people become other people without effort. Like, Eames is going to be fabulous at Halloween costumes. But you like being you. I mean, it doesn’t make you boring or anything, it’s just who you are.”

Which sounded exactly like it made him boring.

Okay, that little moment of Cobb showing up in this fic and boring Arthur and Arthur realizing Eames would never invite Cobb to his party, ahahaha, it still kills me, one of my favorite Cobb jokes. And then Arthur hating Eames’s cutesy party invitation, lolololol. And Ariadne accusing Arthur of having trust issues and Arthur being like, “Um, I’m a dream criminal,” I love that, too. I just love this little passage. 

As for the sweet passage: 

Eames looked annoyed. “Everyone I talked to said, ‘Have you seen Arthur yet? Have you seen Arthur? You’ll love Arthur’s costume. You must find Arthur.’ Every bloody person at this party saw you except for me.”

“That wasn’t by design.”

“Was it by design that you went off to hide in the gardens, the place I was least likely to be? I got your message, loud and clear. If you didn’t want to come to my party, you didn’t have to come, Arthur.”

Arthur stared at Eames. His heart was pounding unnaturally loudly in his ear. He thought vaguely that he should start playing again but he couldn’t. He was focused entirely on Eames, Eames looking glum and sulky next to him, like Eames thought he’d been the rejected one. “I thought you’d come find me,” he said, breathless and dry-mouthed. “You always come find me. I was waiting for you.”

“For me?” said Eames sardonically. “Or for every member of dreamsharing who’s been drooling openly over you all night? It was hard for me to tell.”

“How could it be hard for you to tell?” asked Arthur, astonished. “Do you think I would dress up in lingerie for them?”

Eames blinked at him. “What?”

“I wore it for you,” Arthur said. “Of course I wore it for you.”

Eames was staring now. It was dim in the room and Arthur couldn’t quite read his eyes but they felt quick and sharp on Arthur’s face. “You wore it for me.”

Arthur felt stupid at having to spell this out. “It doesn’t—”

“I threw a party,” Eames said slowly. “I invited all these people. And you wore lingerie to it. For me.”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Arthur said.

“Oh, fuck,” Eames whispered, and suddenly his hand was on the back of Arthur’s neck, suddenly he had drawn Arthur in so close that Arthur’s entire field of vision was nothing but Eames. “I read this all wrong, didn’t I? I thought you were worried the party was a trick, so I made sure it was a real party. But you wanted the party to be a trick. Fuck, fuck, fuck, did I ruin this?” Eames looked suddenly desperate. “Tell me how to fix it. What can I do to fix it?” Eames’s hand shifted to cup Arthur’s cheek. He brought his other hand up to Arthur’s other cheek. “Why can’t I fucking get it right with you? Every other person I’ve ever wanted, I just… Fuck, Arthur.” Eames suddenly leaned his forehead against Arthur’s, breathing unsteadily.

Arthur kind of wanted to wonder if he was still drunk, but at the same time he knew that he was abruptly stone-cold sober, because here was Eames, saying these amazing things, and Arthur would never have imagined, not in any drunken musings, anything like this. He lifted his hands up and fastened them loosely around Eames’s wrists and said, “Eames.” Just that. Just Eames. But he meant it to encompass an entire universe of things he’d always wanted to say and always been terrible at saying.

Eames seemed to get it. His breath quickened incrementally, and then he said, “Arthur, Arthur, darling,” and shifted his hands to tangle them into Arthur’s hair.

Arthur let him, sliding his hands over Eames’s shoulders, settling them on his chest.

“Don’t take this the wrong way—I’ve fucked so much up—but I don’t want to kiss you for the first time while you look like someone else. I have, for so long, wanted to kiss you.”

Ugh, so this fic was just supposed to be an excuse to get Arthur in lingerie. And then these two WENT AND HAD SO MANY FEELINGS and all of these feelings still kill me: Arthur’s trust that Eames was going to find him because he depends on Eames to always find him; Arthur admitting he wore the lingerie for Eames; Eames piecing everything together and being terrified about how he can’t get it right with Arthur; Eames being so devastatingly romantic and wanting their first kiss to be perfect. These two kill me in this fic, I think in my head this is the most romantic way I ever get them together. (And I couldn’t include this in the excerpt because it was too far at the top of the scene but Arthur playing “Oxford Comma” on the piano in his fit of pique is just <3)

Okay, I am tagging @bookshop, @corinnetags, @involuntaryorange, @kedgeree11, @azriona, and I’ll leave it there to leave other tags to go around, and also, obvs, anyone who wants to do this!