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bookshop is hosting another fluff meme, and you should all go check it out and participate because, um, it is a thing of joy. I don't know what else to say. JOY.

So far, I've written Eames the Ice Cream Truck driver, but there are probably more to come because I really don't want to do homework. WHAT WILL IT BE, YOU GUYS? Tattoo parlor AU? Dog walker!Arthur? Kissing booth? That cupid!Arthur I owe

aredblush? Something else completely random and ridiculous?

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What is this tattoo parlor!AU you speak of? Dog walker!Arthur? KISSING BOOTH MUST HAPPEN ASAP! ASAP!

Cupid!Arthur makes me cry ;__; Why did it came out like that ;__________;

ARTHUR IS INKING EAMES, OKAY. HE IS AN ARTIST AND HE REFUSES TO DO SOMETHING STUPID THAT EAMES PICKS WHEN HE'S WASTED AND EAMES IS A LITTLE BIT SMITTEN BECAUSE ARTHUR'S HANDS AND ALL HIS UNMARKED SKIN AND THEN COMES THE ACTUAL TATTOOING AND ARTHUR IS HOLDING HIM DOWN AND HE CAN'T MOVE AND THERE IS JUST NO REASON THAT SHOULD BE AS HOT AS HE FINDS IT, OKAY.

AHAHAHA I am so ridiculous. The most ridiculous. I don't even know.

Cupid!Arthur turned out amazing! So amazing. It puts so many hearts in my eyes. ♥_________________♥

"Why?" Arthur asks again, over a shared lunch of fried beer and a gallon-sized paper cup of overly sweetened lemonade. There's nowhere to sit, really, so he's holding the deep-fried Guinness, the grease filtering through the paper basket to his fingers. Eames is holding the lemonade, a teddy bear tucked into the crook of his arm.

Arthur despairs of his life, a little. Probably less than before someone brought the combination of pretzel and beer into his life, though he will go to his grave without ever making that confession.

Eames presses the sweating cup to the back of Arthur's neck, like it'll take away the sting there at all. He's grinning, still, like he's won an award he didn't know he was nominated for. "You won it for me," he says, smug.

"I won," Arthur says, for at least the seventeenth time, "that doesn't mean I won for you."

"Who else would you have won for?"

"Claudia Schiffer."

"You are aware that she's at least ten years older than you are, yes?"

"Age is just a number, completely meaningless when it comes to a love like mine and Claudia's, Eames." Arthur nudges Eames left with his elbow, where like a miracle a bench is free. "Don't be an ageist dick."

Eames laughs, pulling the lemonade back to take a drink. He licks at his bottom lip when he's done fully aware of the way Arthur's always going to track that movement, because he's an asshole and he likes the attention. "How long have we been sleeping together, Arthur?" he asks sudden and soft, smiling fondly, patiently.

"Eleven months," Arthur answers, before he can think it through. It's actually more like eleven months and two and a half weeks, but he doesn't want to add any more fuel to Eames' fire. It's not like he keeps track or anything. He's just good with dates. It's a helpful trait on the job and when it comes to not forgetting to call his mother on her birthday. He sits and stretches out his feet, and doesn't even kick Eames because Cobb thinks it's fucking hilarious to slip Eames domestic violence pamphlets when he can pretend he doesn't know Arthur is watching.

Eames just smiles, settling beside him, his legs stretched out. He looks away and Arthur turns his foot, so the toes of their shoes bump into each other. He swipes the lemonade, and drops the basket onto Eames' thigh. Maybe, if there really is good in the world, the grease will seep through enough to ruin those fucking pants.

There's a steady stream of people going by, enough to be a distraction or keep Eames' entertained for hours. Eames puts the bear between them, and snaps a picture that makes it look like it's holding the basket.

Arthur takes a drink, the lemonade so sweet it just makes him thirstier. It just makes him want more. He licks the front of his teeth, unused to feeling it's left behind, and scowls. Eames snaps a picture of that, too, grinning, his thumb pressed to where Arthur's eyebrows are drawn sharply down.

"Look, how could I resist him, when you look so much alike?" Eames says, and Arthur knocks their feet again, like very lazy bumper cars. Eames doesn't even try to get away.

THAT MIGHT BE THE BEST AU IDEA I'VE EVER HEARD OF! IT HAS ARTHUR BEING AND ARTIST, EAMES FINDING RESTRAINING HOT, TATTOOS AND, OF COURSE, YOUR WRITING. THAT IS A RECIPE FOR MAGIC *____________________* (did Eames pick something like "Go Yankees"? Yes, I did watch Time of Your Life when I was young and impressionable. What about it? What is Arthur going to ink? Tell me moar, please!)

Hearts in your eyes, tears in mine. It all evens out in the end...

OMG I LOVE YOU SO HARD. SO HARD. IT GETS BETTER AND BETTER. HOW DO YOU DO IT? HOW? ALSO, HELLO GRUMPY BEAR! IT'S SO NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

I DON'T KNOW WHAT EAMES WOULD PICK. OR WHAT HE WOULD GET. JUST THAT UM ARTHUR WOULD EVENTUALLY INK HIM AND HOLD HIM DOWN AND BE ALL FOCUSED ON EAMES. Um. I like tattoos, okay. I like them a lot!

ONLY HEARTS. ONLY HEARTS ALLOWED. YOU SHOULD POST IT SO EVERYONE CAN SEEEEEE

LOLOLOL YOU BROUGHT GRUMPY BEAR INTO THIS. ALL YOU!

EAMES SHOULD PICK ONE OF THOSE PRE-MADE TATTOOS THAT EVERYONE AND THEIR SISTER HAVE, LIKE A BUTTERFLY! IF I HAVE TO INK ANOTHER BUTTERFLY I MIGHT JUST STAB MY EYES WITH A 42-ROUND SHADER, GOD. ARTHUR IS SO FOCUSED, IF EAMES SO MUCH AS SHIVER HE'S GOING TO LEAVE FINGER-SHAPED BRUISES ALL OVER HIS SKIN.

I WAS GOING TO DO A DOODLE DUMP SOMETIMES THIS WEEKEND. OR JUST POST IT WITH THE FERRIS WHEEL ONE WHEN YOU FINISH THE STORY. I DON'T KNOW, I'M STILL HOPING IT WILL FIX ITSELF INTO SOMETHING MORE CRACKY...

LOOK, GRUMPY BEAR MAKES EVERYTHING SHINIER OKAY? I COULDN'T LEAVE IT OUT! IT SHOULD BE CANON THAT ARTHUR HAS A GRUMPY BEAR SITTING IN HIS WARDROBE, OKAY? MAYBE HE EVEN LEAVES IT OUT ON THE DRESSER.

OH MY GOD I BET ARTHUR LIKE. *REJECTS* ALL OF EAMES' TATTOOS UNTIL IT BECOMES A RUNNING JOKE, LIKE EAMES JUST KEEPS TRYING TO THINK OF THE MOST RIDICULOUS DESIGNS POSSIBLE JUST FOR THE FUN OF WATCHING ARTHUR FREAK OUT AND REJECT THEM DFASD;FKASD

GOD what if finally he's like LOOK JUST PICK SOMETHING AND SURPRISE ME at Arthur and Arthur goes all :| :| :| and starts trying to DESIGN THE PERFECT ~EAMESIAN MASTERPIECE OF BODY ART~ because nothing can fully encapsulate Eames :| :| :|

*_________* UTTER PERFECTION! HE PROBABLY STARTS WITH ALL THE REALLY CLICHÈ ONES AND THEN LEVELS UP TO ATROCIOUS MASH-UPS LIKE A HAMBURGER ON WHEELS AND A SCROLL SAYING "I ♥ FAST FOOD" OR SOMETHING. ARTHUR HAS NEVER BEEN SO APPALLED.

ALL THE CLICHE ONES. ALL OF THEM. THE BUTTERFLIES AND THE SKULLS AND HAHAHAHA GOD, NAS, NAS, WHAT IS THE WORST TATTOO YOU'VE DONE I MUST KNOW.

BUTTERFLIES AND SKULLS AND GOTHIC-FONT STATEMENTS AND LET'S NOT FORGET THE DREADED DOLPHINS, PLEASE! AND OMG. OMG NIC IT WAS SO HORRIBLE I CAN'T EVEN USE CAPSLOCKS TO DESCRIBE IT. There was this girl, right, who told her friend she wanted to get a tattoo and he, being a very helpful friend, drew her something. Now, before I get carried away by the horror of this memory, I'd like to point out that I am not a judgy person, I always try to be open minded and understand that everyone has their own style, okay? Okay. Now, this guy who draw something for the girl? He thinks he can draw like Michelangelo. The reality (and I don't want to be cruel, but I went to freaking art school, I freaking know what I'm talking about!) is that this guy draws, as my visual art prof used to say when we turned in something appallingly horrible, with his feet. He gave the girl a picture of something that she told me was a sun and a moon mashed together, but actually looked, and believe me I am not exagerating, like a wonky fried egg with a runny yolk with strange little black dots floating around (which I later learned were supposed to be bats). And she wanted me to tattoo it exactly like that. And I had to, too, because she wouldn't hear a single thing about redrawing it to look like a fucking sun and moon together. When I finished inking her she was all "omg this is so cool! I'll tell everyone you did it!" and I told her to please, please, not to do it because there was no way I wanted anyone ever knowing that I did something so horrible.

OH MY GODDD... HAHAHAHAHA I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY BUT... HAHAHAHAHA

EAMES SHOWS UP WITH SOMETHING HE'S DRAWN HIMSELF, AFTER ARTHUR REFUSES TO LET HIM USE FLASH, AND ARTHUR IS JUST LIKE :| WERE YOU DRUNK WHEN YOU DREW THIS? AND EAMES IS LIKE ...NO? AND ARTHUR THROWS IT AWAY AND POINTS TO THE DOOR.

ARE YOU LAUGHING DDD: OMG IT WAS HORRIBLE, OKAY? I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WISH SHE HAD ASKED SOMEONE ELSE TO INK HER BUT I MUST HAVE BEEN A KITTEN MURDERER IN A PAST LIFE, FOR THAT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION OF WHY I WAS BURDENED WITH SUCH AN ATROCIOUS TASK.

AHAHAHAHAHAH POOR EAMES! I'M SURE HE THOUGHT HIS DRAWING WAS A MASTERPIECE :((( (on a side note, telling someone that their drawing is horrible, without offending them is the worst part of the job. I wish I had Arthur's nerve)

I AM ONLY LAUGHING BECAUSE... BECAUSE HOW DO YOU NOT REALIZE IT'S TERRIBLE?

No, no! Eames knew his drawing was terrible! He was just messing with Arthur. It's his very favorite past time, you know. AND AND Arthur goes out of his way to offended Eames! Eames kind of likes it until he sees Arthur with someone else and realizes he's the only one getting treated that way.

Then he fucking loves it.

I DON'T KNOW OKAY? I THOUGHT THAT SHE COULD SEE HOW IT LOOKED LIKE A BOTHCED FRIED EGG BUT NO. NO. SHE THOUGHT IT SHOULD REPLACE THE MONA LISA. IDEK.

Ooooh *______* Eames gets the special treatment! It's funny because it's true! I tend to be very blunt with friends and very tactful with complete strangers. Eames, you should feel freaking about yourself <333

THAT IS TOTALLY AND EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS, OKAY. IT GOES ON FOR WEEKS AND EAMES SORT OF STARTS TO WONDER IF ARTHUR IS EVER GOING TO INK HIM AND, AND, ACTUALLY NO, YOU KNOW WHAT? EAMES FINALLY SAYS WELL SHOCK ME THEN, ARTHUR, LET'S SEE WHAT YOU ENVISION FOR ME, AND ARTHUR PULLS OUT HIS SKETCH PAD, BECAUSE HE TOTALLY HAS PAGES AND PAGES OF THINGS HE'S ALREADY DESIGNED JUST FOR EAMES BUT HE'S LIKE :| THESE ARE JUST... STARTING POINTS, JUST IDEAS.

AND EAMES IS LIKE ♥____________♥ well, let's see what we can come up with together, yeah?

GRUMPY BEAR

GRUMPY ARTHUR!BEAR

GRUMPY ARTHUR FAILING TO BE GRUMPY

LOVE FOREVER omg omg

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