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Oneshot: Did You Have To Go To Jail? (Arthur/Eames)
Title: Did You Have To Go To Jail?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 1718
Summary: The one in which Detective Arthur arrests Eames, the famed thief.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: Tenth person to comment gets to prompt me for my next Arthur/Eames drabble! =D
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“Arthur!” Eames cries, really past caring that the heist he’d worked on for fourteen months was now in shambles or that he was being led out of the museum in cuffs, “Arthur, darling, please! You have to listen to me!”
Arthur stares stonily ahead, not turning to look at Eames because he knows that he would not be able to control himself if he does and he can’t lose control. He just can’t fucking lose it because it’s the only concrete thing he’s got left.
For the rest of the day, he keeps his cool, pointedly ignoring the pitying glances that Detective Inspector Cobb and Yusuf are giving him and shrugging the comforting hand Ariadne places on his shoulder with a smile. “I’m fine,” he reassures them.
It isn’t until when he closes the door of his apartment behind him that he collapses against the door and buries his head in his shaky hands. He can feel the clog in his throat but he doesn’t cry because it’s his own fault for being so stupid and crying isn’t going to make things better.
And when he attempts to sleep that night, he can’t because he is plagued with memories of how he places the cuffs on Eames’ hands and reads Eames his rights monotonously.
--
Arthur is in the middle of trying to figure out how the subject of a particular 17th century Chinese painting could possibly be an orchid —and also why the Cobb would think that anyone would want to steal it— when he hears a voice from behind him.
“Are you a connoisseur of arts?”
Arthur turns around to see a man —broad shoulders, atrocious shirt— standing behind him. “Not really,” he says as flippantly as he can, “Just looking around.”
“Eames,” the man offers, extending his arm to shake Arthur’s.
Arthur shakes his hand gingerly. “Arthur,” he says.
Eames smiles before he leans closer to murmur conspiratorially to him, “These never looked like orchids to me.”
Arthur brightens up at that comment and although he tries to suppress his thoughts, he thinks that maybe that is the moment he falls in love.
--
Eames looks like he hasn’t slept in two days.
Arthur is almost sure he looks the same. “You look horrible,” he says to Eames though, mostly because Eames is looking at him expectantly.
Eames smiles at him. “I’m in jail, darling, what’s your excuse?”
Arthur has had this all planned out. He has a goddamned speech planned out in his head. He wants Eames to know that he’s angry and that he hates him and that he should have known better than to have let himself get carried away but looking at Eames, all Arthur can manage is, “Why did you do it?”
Eames’ smile fades and his shoulders slump. “I’m sorry,” he says softly after a pregnant pause, “I never meant for anyone to get hurt, much less you.”
Arthur doesn’t say anything. He can’t think of anything to say.
“Arthur, darling,” Eames continues, “This whole thing between us, it started out as a job but then it became-”
“Something more,” Arthur finishes for him. He doesn’t look at Eames when he stands up and walks to the door. “You know what, Eames? I think that would have been easier to believe if you weren’t in handcuffs right now.”
--
“Hello, Arthur,” Eames calls just as Arthur walks out of the station.
Arthur is sure his heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected to see Eames again.
“Eames,” Arthur greets and tries not to wince at the bright orange paisley shirt Eames is wearing.
Eames grins. “You remember me.”
Arthur snorts a laugh. “It’s not everyday I meet someone with such…original sense of fashion.”
“Aha!” Eames says excitedly, “I see my plan to make myself unforgettable went incredibly well.”
Arthur shakes his head in amusement.
“Will you go out for dinner with me?” Eames asks, cutting to the chase.
Arthur knows he should really say no. He barely knows Eames and he still has work to do.
But the power of Eames’ hopeful smile is too much for Arthur to resist and he replies Eames with a question of his own, “Do you have a spare change of shirt that isn’t as blinding as the one you’re wearing now?”
Eames laughs and slings his arm around Arthur’s shoulders.
It really should feel uncomfortable but Arthur cannot help but to notice the pit of warmth in his stomach.
--
Arthur goes back to see Eames again the next day. He tells himself that it’s because he still has unanswered questions about the case and he tells himself that he cannot allow himself to be emotionally compromised by Eames.
“Why me?” Arthur asks just as Eames sits down.
Eames doesn’t even pretend that he doesn’t know what Arthur is talking about. Instead, he just answers Arthur’s question emotionlessly, “That painting you were looking at. I was supposed to steal it.”
Arthur’s jaw hardens. “But you didn’t,” he presses.
“I didn’t,” Eames confirms with a sad sigh.
Arthur’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “You didn’t steal the painting. Why?”
Eames smiles sadly and Arthur can feel his heart crack.
“It reminded me of you.”
Arthur wants to laugh and Arthur wants to cry but he can’t so he clears his throat and looks away from Eames’ eyes. “It doesn’t answer my question. Why did you initiate contact with me?”
“I heard about you,” Eames answers softly, “I heard about the job you do and I wanted to see for myself.”
Arthur’s eyebrows draw together. “Explain.”
“Arthur, darling,” Eames murmurs and Arthur almost flinches at the term of endearment, “the police department isn’t letting you show your capabilities. You can’t watch over historical artifacts and art for the rest of your career. You’re meant for more than just a whole lifetime of preventing art thefts from happening. It’s not right. You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”
Arthur tenses and rises from his seat so quickly that the chair hits the floor with a loud bang. The air around them crackles and Arthur feels suffocated all of the sudden and he can’t believe that he trusted Eames enough to let him know everything about him.
“I trusted you,” Arthur hisses lowly.
“And I would still trust you with my life.”
Arthur leaves the room then, his head spinning and his vision blurry with tears.
--
“You’re in a good mood today,” Ariadne comments after Arthur doesn’t even wince when she dumps a shit load of paperwork on his table.
Arthur just smiles.
Ariadne’s eyes narrow as she observes Arthur. “You’re seeing someone,” she finally concludes.
Yusuf, who is just walking by Arthur’s desk, pauses and stares at Arthur for a long moment before he asks, “You’re seeing someone?”
Arthur shakes his head amusedly. “Don’t you people have murders to solve or robberies to crack?”
Yusuf grins and takes a sip of coffee from his mug. “I would really rather know if you’re seeing someone.”
Ariadne laughs but nods.
Arthur rolls his eyes. “Yes, I am seeing someone. I have been seeing someone since two weeks ago.”
“And she makes you happy?” Ariadne asks, eyebrows raised.
“He makes me happy,” Arthur corrects and thoroughly enjoys the way Yusuf chokes on his coffee.
--
Cobb tells Arthur the next day that Eames wants to see him and that Eames would not confess to any of his crimes unless he gets to see him. Cobb tells Arthur that he can refuse to but Arthur agrees to see Eames anyway.
“Arthur,” Eames says with a small smile, “you came.”
Arthur doesn’t say anything and Eames’ smile falls off his face quickly.
“I’m going to turn myself in,” Eames tells Arthur, “Detective Inspector Cobb says he can give me a deal if I turn my employer in too.” He leans back in his seat and Arthur knows Eames well enough to know that he is waiting for him to comment.
“That’s good,” Arthur says finally.
“I’ll be in for a good three years, at least,” Eames informs him.
Arthur swallows and then nods. His heart is pounding in his chest suddenly and he has no idea why. “Is that all you have to say?”
Eames leans forward and holds Arthur’s gaze. “Will you wait for me to come out, darling?”
--
It’s about one month into their relationship when Eames springs it on him one day.
“Arthur?” Eames calls from the bathroom, “There’s something that I need to tell you and I need you not to freak out, is that alright, darling?”
Arthur has a brief moment of panic and wonders if Eames has had enough of him and was finally going to break up with him. Then Eames’ head pops out from the bathroom and he sends Arthur a look of concern. “Are you alright, pet?”
Arthur smiles and his worries flit away. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, “You were saying?”
Eames comes out from the bathroom and the towel he wrapped around his waist dips just enough to reveal the dragon tattoo that runs down his hips.
“I sometimes worry that I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to realize that you were just a dream,” Eames confesses and Arthur’s breath catches in his throat. “I like this. I like us.”
Arthur’s smile is almost wobbly. “I do too.”
“And I fairly certain that I am in love with you,” Eames finishes.
Arthur replies by pulling Eames down to bed.
He doesn’t even mind when Eames gets the sheets wet.
--
“Will you wait for me, darling?” Eames repeats.
Arthur leans across the table to press a kiss on Eames’ lips fervently. He smiles into the kiss when he feels Eames’ stubble against his chin and the only thought he has in that moment is that he is going to miss doing this a lot and fuck, three years is an eternity.
“Is it alright if I take that as a yes?” Eames asks breathlessly, the hint of a smile already on his face, as he pulls away from Arthur.
Arthur shakes his head. “No, that is a ‘I can’t believe you asked’. This,” he tells Eames honestly before catching Eames’ lips with his own again, “is a yes.”
Author:
sarahyyy Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 1718
Summary: The one in which Detective Arthur arrests Eames, the famed thief.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: Tenth person to comment gets to prompt me for my next Arthur/Eames drabble! =D
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“Arthur!” Eames cries, really past caring that the heist he’d worked on for fourteen months was now in shambles or that he was being led out of the museum in cuffs, “Arthur, darling, please! You have to listen to me!”
Arthur stares stonily ahead, not turning to look at Eames because he knows that he would not be able to control himself if he does and he can’t lose control. He just can’t fucking lose it because it’s the only concrete thing he’s got left.
For the rest of the day, he keeps his cool, pointedly ignoring the pitying glances that Detective Inspector Cobb and Yusuf are giving him and shrugging the comforting hand Ariadne places on his shoulder with a smile. “I’m fine,” he reassures them.
It isn’t until when he closes the door of his apartment behind him that he collapses against the door and buries his head in his shaky hands. He can feel the clog in his throat but he doesn’t cry because it’s his own fault for being so stupid and crying isn’t going to make things better.
And when he attempts to sleep that night, he can’t because he is plagued with memories of how he places the cuffs on Eames’ hands and reads Eames his rights monotonously.
--
Arthur is in the middle of trying to figure out how the subject of a particular 17th century Chinese painting could possibly be an orchid —and also why the Cobb would think that anyone would want to steal it— when he hears a voice from behind him.
“Are you a connoisseur of arts?”
Arthur turns around to see a man —broad shoulders, atrocious shirt— standing behind him. “Not really,” he says as flippantly as he can, “Just looking around.”
“Eames,” the man offers, extending his arm to shake Arthur’s.
Arthur shakes his hand gingerly. “Arthur,” he says.
Eames smiles before he leans closer to murmur conspiratorially to him, “These never looked like orchids to me.”
Arthur brightens up at that comment and although he tries to suppress his thoughts, he thinks that maybe that is the moment he falls in love.
--
Eames looks like he hasn’t slept in two days.
Arthur is almost sure he looks the same. “You look horrible,” he says to Eames though, mostly because Eames is looking at him expectantly.
Eames smiles at him. “I’m in jail, darling, what’s your excuse?”
Arthur has had this all planned out. He has a goddamned speech planned out in his head. He wants Eames to know that he’s angry and that he hates him and that he should have known better than to have let himself get carried away but looking at Eames, all Arthur can manage is, “Why did you do it?”
Eames’ smile fades and his shoulders slump. “I’m sorry,” he says softly after a pregnant pause, “I never meant for anyone to get hurt, much less you.”
Arthur doesn’t say anything. He can’t think of anything to say.
“Arthur, darling,” Eames continues, “This whole thing between us, it started out as a job but then it became-”
“Something more,” Arthur finishes for him. He doesn’t look at Eames when he stands up and walks to the door. “You know what, Eames? I think that would have been easier to believe if you weren’t in handcuffs right now.”
--
“Hello, Arthur,” Eames calls just as Arthur walks out of the station.
Arthur is sure his heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected to see Eames again.
“Eames,” Arthur greets and tries not to wince at the bright orange paisley shirt Eames is wearing.
Eames grins. “You remember me.”
Arthur snorts a laugh. “It’s not everyday I meet someone with such…original sense of fashion.”
“Aha!” Eames says excitedly, “I see my plan to make myself unforgettable went incredibly well.”
Arthur shakes his head in amusement.
“Will you go out for dinner with me?” Eames asks, cutting to the chase.
Arthur knows he should really say no. He barely knows Eames and he still has work to do.
But the power of Eames’ hopeful smile is too much for Arthur to resist and he replies Eames with a question of his own, “Do you have a spare change of shirt that isn’t as blinding as the one you’re wearing now?”
Eames laughs and slings his arm around Arthur’s shoulders.
It really should feel uncomfortable but Arthur cannot help but to notice the pit of warmth in his stomach.
--
Arthur goes back to see Eames again the next day. He tells himself that it’s because he still has unanswered questions about the case and he tells himself that he cannot allow himself to be emotionally compromised by Eames.
“Why me?” Arthur asks just as Eames sits down.
Eames doesn’t even pretend that he doesn’t know what Arthur is talking about. Instead, he just answers Arthur’s question emotionlessly, “That painting you were looking at. I was supposed to steal it.”
Arthur’s jaw hardens. “But you didn’t,” he presses.
“I didn’t,” Eames confirms with a sad sigh.
Arthur’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “You didn’t steal the painting. Why?”
Eames smiles sadly and Arthur can feel his heart crack.
“It reminded me of you.”
Arthur wants to laugh and Arthur wants to cry but he can’t so he clears his throat and looks away from Eames’ eyes. “It doesn’t answer my question. Why did you initiate contact with me?”
“I heard about you,” Eames answers softly, “I heard about the job you do and I wanted to see for myself.”
Arthur’s eyebrows draw together. “Explain.”
“Arthur, darling,” Eames murmurs and Arthur almost flinches at the term of endearment, “the police department isn’t letting you show your capabilities. You can’t watch over historical artifacts and art for the rest of your career. You’re meant for more than just a whole lifetime of preventing art thefts from happening. It’s not right. You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”
Arthur tenses and rises from his seat so quickly that the chair hits the floor with a loud bang. The air around them crackles and Arthur feels suffocated all of the sudden and he can’t believe that he trusted Eames enough to let him know everything about him.
“I trusted you,” Arthur hisses lowly.
“And I would still trust you with my life.”
Arthur leaves the room then, his head spinning and his vision blurry with tears.
--
“You’re in a good mood today,” Ariadne comments after Arthur doesn’t even wince when she dumps a shit load of paperwork on his table.
Arthur just smiles.
Ariadne’s eyes narrow as she observes Arthur. “You’re seeing someone,” she finally concludes.
Yusuf, who is just walking by Arthur’s desk, pauses and stares at Arthur for a long moment before he asks, “You’re seeing someone?”
Arthur shakes his head amusedly. “Don’t you people have murders to solve or robberies to crack?”
Yusuf grins and takes a sip of coffee from his mug. “I would really rather know if you’re seeing someone.”
Ariadne laughs but nods.
Arthur rolls his eyes. “Yes, I am seeing someone. I have been seeing someone since two weeks ago.”
“And she makes you happy?” Ariadne asks, eyebrows raised.
“He makes me happy,” Arthur corrects and thoroughly enjoys the way Yusuf chokes on his coffee.
--
Cobb tells Arthur the next day that Eames wants to see him and that Eames would not confess to any of his crimes unless he gets to see him. Cobb tells Arthur that he can refuse to but Arthur agrees to see Eames anyway.
“Arthur,” Eames says with a small smile, “you came.”
Arthur doesn’t say anything and Eames’ smile falls off his face quickly.
“I’m going to turn myself in,” Eames tells Arthur, “Detective Inspector Cobb says he can give me a deal if I turn my employer in too.” He leans back in his seat and Arthur knows Eames well enough to know that he is waiting for him to comment.
“That’s good,” Arthur says finally.
“I’ll be in for a good three years, at least,” Eames informs him.
Arthur swallows and then nods. His heart is pounding in his chest suddenly and he has no idea why. “Is that all you have to say?”
Eames leans forward and holds Arthur’s gaze. “Will you wait for me to come out, darling?”
--
It’s about one month into their relationship when Eames springs it on him one day.
“Arthur?” Eames calls from the bathroom, “There’s something that I need to tell you and I need you not to freak out, is that alright, darling?”
Arthur has a brief moment of panic and wonders if Eames has had enough of him and was finally going to break up with him. Then Eames’ head pops out from the bathroom and he sends Arthur a look of concern. “Are you alright, pet?”
Arthur smiles and his worries flit away. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, “You were saying?”
Eames comes out from the bathroom and the towel he wrapped around his waist dips just enough to reveal the dragon tattoo that runs down his hips.
“I sometimes worry that I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to realize that you were just a dream,” Eames confesses and Arthur’s breath catches in his throat. “I like this. I like us.”
Arthur’s smile is almost wobbly. “I do too.”
“And I fairly certain that I am in love with you,” Eames finishes.
Arthur replies by pulling Eames down to bed.
He doesn’t even mind when Eames gets the sheets wet.
--
“Will you wait for me, darling?” Eames repeats.
Arthur leans across the table to press a kiss on Eames’ lips fervently. He smiles into the kiss when he feels Eames’ stubble against his chin and the only thought he has in that moment is that he is going to miss doing this a lot and fuck, three years is an eternity.
“Is it alright if I take that as a yes?” Eames asks breathlessly, the hint of a smile already on his face, as he pulls away from Arthur.
Arthur shakes his head. “No, that is a ‘I can’t believe you asked’. This,” he tells Eames honestly before catching Eames’ lips with his own again, “is a yes.”
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<3
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“You know what, Eames? I think that would have been easier to believe if you weren’t in handcuffs right now.”
Ah, hello Fringe fan! I liked that scene too!
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I was prompted by that whole scene, I swear. >.< I was going to write some Fringe drabbles, but everything came out Arthur/Eames.
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10th comment :D
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*heart melts*
So good! ♥
NO PRESSURE but... college AU? Or military AU, either is awesome. I really like it when one can play an instrument, and if you can make Arthur a snare drummer in a marching/pipe band, I WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER AND HAVE YOUR BABIES! Even though I don't want babies lol. Maybe this is a bit much for a drabble... any happy A/E is awesomesauce :D
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And akljfsafh;a I've been wanting to college AU for a long time now so yesyesyes to the prompt and ilu so much now. It will take a bit more time, though. =D I will drabble some happy A/E for you first while I work on something longer? =D
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BTW, one of your lines reminded me of a recent FRINGE episode... the one about "started out as a job"/"easier to believe if you weren't in handcuffs right now". Are you a Fringe geek, by any chance? If you are, you get double bonus points. Definitely.
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Ahahaha, this whole oneshot was based on those two Fringe lines. I started out wanting to write something Fringe-ish, but it morphed into an Inception oneshot about two lines in. XD
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My heart broke for Olivia in that last episode. =( It's not exactly Peter's fault, but it also is. =l
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Happy you like the prompt, can't wait to see where you go with it!! :) But I have faith. The force is strong in you, young padawan. ;)
The saddest thing is that Olivia came back solely for Peter; that HE was the one that kept HER going when she was on the other side. I cried so hard when I watched her break down in her appartment, holding Peter's MIT T-shirt ç__ç Oh, Peter. *sigh*
Oh, hun. I totally need some Arthur/Eames fluff to get over that. :'(
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I KNOW! My heart went all out for Olivia in that scene. T_T I have no idea how they're going to progress from there on, but I hope they figure things out. Olivia really does need some loving. =(
Oh I can't believe you manipulated me into writing a comment fic for you. XD
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In Which Arthur Watches Fringe
At first Eames thought he was dreaming because, really. There was no other explanation for this. He was standing behind Arthur’s couch, the television in the living room was on and some sci-fi show seemed to be playing and Arthur was reaching for the box of Kleenex and he was- He was sniffing.
“Arthur?” Eames called out, flabbergasted.
Arthur didn’t reply him. In fact, Arthur hadn’t seemed to have heard him at all.
“Arthur-” he paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lips slightly, “Did someone die?”
Arthur turned over to Eames, not even bothering to hide the fact that his eyes were swollen and red. “She-” he swallowed, “She came back just for him and he kept her fucking going on over at the other side and now she’s breaking down and it’s so…sad.”
Eames didn’t even pretend that he understood what Arthur was going on about. He did, however, move to sit next to Arthur on the couch. “I’m sorry, darling, but you’re going to have to explain. What’s going on?”
“I- I just- Eames, can you hold me for awhile?”
Eames’ mouth fell open.
“I just- I can’t be alone right now and I can’t believe how she’s actually pulling through and God, Eames, can you just-?”
Eames did as Arthur asked and pulled him close so that Arthur head rested against his chest. “Better?”
He felt Arthur nod.
“Now can you tell me what’s going on?”
Arthur was silent. “Olivia found Peter’s MIT shirt in her apartment,” he said quietly after awhile, his voice quivering ever so slightly, “And then she had a huge emotional breakdown. It was heart wrenching.”
Eames’ brow furrowed. “I must be missing the part where you tell me who Peter and Olivia are.”
Arthur’s head snapped up and his eyes locked onto Eames’. “You mean to say that you have never watched a single episode of Fringe in your lifetime?”
Eames gaped. “You were crying over a TV show,” he said dryly.
“A TV show,” Arthur repeated slowly as he reached for his Fringe DVD collection, “Seems like I have a lot of work to do, Mr. Eames.”
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And whoaaaa! You had me squeeing like crazy over this!! Fringe + Arthur/Eames? That, my love, is HEAVEN. <3 *reduced to little puddle of happiness*
Aww, poor Arthur, though. I so want him there to watch Fringe episodes with! We could cuddle up (Eames is invited too :p) and weep together. Even a crying Arthur would be HOT as HELL. 0_o
He's right, though. It's MORE than just a show. Fringe is a way of life, Mr. Eames. You silly person. =D We love you anyway.
Got the season 2 DVD box for Christmas :) - up to 2x17 now; just after the 1985 episode. I love it to bits - - though the bugs and worms CAN be a bit much to handle on a full stomach - - WHY do I watch these things during my study/lunchtime breaks? Because it's EPIC. That's why <3
You're officially one of my favourite people ever & I dig you like Walter digs a milkshake. A LOT. <3
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I'm glad you liked it, bb! I saw your comment and I went all like, I want to write Arthur watching Fringe. And having him sob over the sad parts was just a given. XD
NO CAN DO! You will be too busy ogling Arthur to enjoy the show and where would that leave you then? XD
Bahahaha I got the DVD box set for Christmas too. I've been too busy to watch it yet though and that is something I'm going to rectify soon, I hope. It would be a waste of good tv show if I don't rewatch it a few more times. XD Fringe is scary in a fascinating way. I wish there were really an alternate universe. =D
Awwww bb! ♥ Do you mind if I friend you? =D
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And well; yeah. You may have a point about the Arthur-ogling. ;D I'll be a good girl, then. And hope my alternate universe!self gets to. And I desperately want her to get to stare at T-hardy's butt in rl. : ) I think I'm being very gracious about her having all the fun.
... they should build me a statue.
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Okay, here's the deal. JGL and T-Hard live next door to your alternate universe!self and you go out to chill all the time. And if you sneak in a few glances/stares/drooling-sessions, who is to blame you? ;D
They so should.