If bronson's Robert is a full-fledged lioness, yours is a kitten, with wet ears and fierce teeth and an attitude still too big for itself. He's adorable. And hilarious. And cute. I want to pick him up and squish him- or better yet, have Eames do it for me.
This is so amazing sdfgsfg. Eames is so capable and Fischer is so useless and spoilts and him fapping amongst the trees is one image that refuses to leave my head sob. I blame you. ;_;
I LOVE THIS COMMENT AND WILL LOVE IT FOREVER AND EVER. I. bronson and I would always get into these late night conversations about Robert/Cillian Murphy and how I we think he is the bottomiest bottom that ever did bottom. D:
THANK YOU FOR READING! dklfjsklfj I am glad you like FAPPING!ROBERT >_>
When Robert comes to, it’s raining and his makeshift fort is destroyed beyond recognition. It’s not like it was a strong fort to begin with - fashioned from vines and branches he’s picked up from the ground held together by his belt ($425) and a length of rope he found lying around that he hates to think where it’s been.
ROTFLMAO!
There also happens to be a warm, crackling fire. “How did you-” he begins to say but Eames tosses a shirt in his direction, shutting him up when it hits him square in the face and knocks him on his back. Robert sniffs. “Thanks,” he says after a moment, eyeing Eames warily. Never trust a man without his shirt on or a good pair of shoes, you never know when they might attack.
Dude, that's effing hilarious. "When Shirtless, Shoeless Men Attack!"
That's a reality show, right there.
“You have the survival instincts of a lemur,” Eames says, clicking his tongue after he’s finished.
There also happens to be a warm, crackling fire. “How did you-” he begins to say but Eames tosses a shirt in his direction, shutting him up when it hits him square in the face and knocks him on his back. Robert sniffs. “Thanks,” he says after a moment, eyeing Eames warily. Never trust a man without his shirt on or a good pair of shoes, you never know when they might attack.
“You have the survival instincts of a lemur,” Eames says, clicking his tongue after he’s finished. “I had a brilliant time watching you trying to build that little hut of yours.” He laughs at Robert’s irritated look and clearly he is a man of no breeding. “Eat up Mr. Fischer, you’ll need your strength.”
The hand stays there, warm, even after Robert finishes dinner, and rolling over to his side, they assume the head-to-foot alignment.
Is it weird that this is the funniest story I've ever read?
Eames rolls onto his back and looks at him, eyebrows raised in the dark. There’s barely ten feet of grass and beach separating them but to Robert the distance is insurmountable.
SNERK.
Eames raises both his eyebrows but doesn’t comment even when Robert sometimes feigns distress or heatstroke and flings himself surreptitiously in Eames’ direction.
Robert’s head of security steps out, holding up a megaphone. “Mr. Fischer!” he says enthusiastically and Eames rolls away from Robert, sitting up. The sudden loss of contact startles Robert and he blinks as a group of people flock towards him, wrapping him in towels, fussing over him with overblown ooohs and aahs.
“That man,” Robert says when he’s seated in the helicopter, gesturing towards Eames. “He’s coming with me.”
OH MY GOD WERE THEY JUST GOING TO LEAVE HIM???????????????? I LOVE THIS FIC.
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This is so amazing sdfgsfg. Eames is so capable and Fischer is so useless and spoilts and him fapping amongst the trees is one image that refuses to leave my head sob. I blame you. ;_;
This is a good thing btw.
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THANK YOU FOR READING! dklfjsklfj I am glad you like FAPPING!ROBERT >_>
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IT'S A WONDROUS IMAGE. IT'S CILLIAN MURPHY. MASTURBATING. WHO WON'T LIKE IT.
One day I will stop being lazy and log out of my RP accounts. But not today.
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ROTFLMAO!
There also happens to be a warm, crackling fire. “How did you-” he begins to say but Eames tosses a shirt in his direction, shutting him up when it hits him square in the face and knocks him on his back. Robert sniffs. “Thanks,” he says after a moment, eyeing Eames warily. Never trust a man without his shirt on or a good pair of shoes, you never know when they might attack.
Dude, that's effing hilarious. "When Shirtless, Shoeless Men Attack!"
That's a reality show, right there.
“You have the survival instincts of a lemur,” Eames says, clicking his tongue after he’s finished.
More like a lemming, lol.
They do it properly. Three and a half times.
And a half? Do tell :D
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I'm so glad there are other Robert/Eames shippers out there. Not that I don't like Arthur, but Robert! ♥
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There also happens to be a warm, crackling fire. “How did you-” he begins to say but Eames tosses a shirt in his direction, shutting him up when it hits him square in the face and knocks him on his back. Robert sniffs. “Thanks,” he says after a moment, eyeing Eames warily. Never trust a man without his shirt on or a good pair of shoes, you never know when they might attack.
“You have the survival instincts of a lemur,” Eames says, clicking his tongue after he’s finished. “I had a brilliant time watching you trying to build that little hut of yours.” He laughs at Robert’s irritated look and clearly he is a man of no breeding. “Eat up Mr. Fischer, you’ll need your strength.”
The hand stays there, warm, even after Robert finishes dinner, and rolling over to his side, they assume the head-to-foot alignment.
Is it weird that this is the funniest story I've ever read?
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Eames rolls onto his back and looks at him, eyebrows raised in the dark. There’s barely ten feet of grass and beach separating them but to Robert the distance is insurmountable.
SNERK.
Eames raises both his eyebrows but doesn’t comment even when Robert sometimes feigns distress or heatstroke and flings himself surreptitiously in Eames’ direction.
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Robert’s head of security steps out, holding up a megaphone. “Mr. Fischer!” he says enthusiastically and Eames rolls away from Robert, sitting up. The sudden loss of contact startles Robert and he blinks as a group of people flock towards him, wrapping him in towels, fussing over him with overblown ooohs and aahs.
“That man,” Robert says when he’s seated in the helicopter, gesturing towards Eames. “He’s coming with me.”
OH MY GOD WERE THEY JUST GOING TO LEAVE HIM???????????????? I LOVE THIS FIC.
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This lead to a stunned silence on my part.
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