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Fandoms you can expect from me:
Call of Duty
Inception
Stranger Things
Hades (supergiant)
Venom
Ocean's 8

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Iâve been reading these snippets of Saudade and the one thing stopping me from reading it on AO3 is the fact itâs unfinished. I beg of you PLEASE finish it because these snips are FANTASTIC and I NEED to read the whole thing đ𼺠please I beg you finish it đŤśđťđđđđđđ
Babe, I swear, I'll finish it if it's the last thing I do 𫡠I just need to crawl out of the writer's block sinkhole I'm currently in; haven't opened my writing app in like a month and it's killing me. My stupid day job beating my ass isn't helping either đĽ˛
Thank you for liking it so much tho ;__;
Watching Cobb pass through the immigration gate took an immense amount of weight off Arthurâs shoulders, but it also made him realize how absolutely exhausted he was. He felt lighter as well as deflated, like the stress of the last two years was the only thing that kept him together, kept him standing straight, kept him going.
He rested his whole weight on the heels of his hands splayed over the wet faux marble counter of the airport bathroom. His forearms trembled with exhaustion when he dropped his head between his shoulders. Inhale, exhale, exhale, exhaleâŚ
When he raised his head again, the familiar, battered face of a man on the brink of falling apart looked back at him from the mirror. His hair, no longer slicked back, was framing his face with sad, wavy strands. The overhead fluorescent light accentuated his paleness, the shadows making the bags under his eyes appear twice as big. The furrow in between his brows was prominent and, at this point, seemingly permanent.
Arthur closed his eyes with an exuberant sigh and straightened his back to the sound of popping joints. He turned the faucet on, threw his tie over his shoulder, and cupped his palms under the stream. After splashing his face with a handful of water, he rubbed his eyes and mouth, then raked his still-wet fingers through his hair to comb it back. He didnât have any tissues and the airport paper towels were the stinky kind, cheap and grey, so he dried his hands and under his chin just enough to stop the water from dripping under his collar.
Rolling his arms back, he tried to crack his neck to relax his aching muscles before finally grabbing his duffel bag from the counter and throwing it over his shoulder with a grunt.
He genuinely hoped the rest of the team had already left. Cobb lying to him hurt like a motherfucker, even though he knew perfectly well where Cobb was coming from when he decided to go behind their backs. Arthur would always love Cobb like a brother, but he definitely needed a break from the man. Just for a while, so the anger and hurt would have a chance to simmer down. Yusuf, however, he couldnât forgive so easily.
Before he left the bathroom, Arthur checked the teamâs itineraries he had saved on his phone. The only one who might still be at the airport, besides Ariadne waiting for him by the food courts, was Eames. He was flying to New York in 45 minutes, so he should be going through the customs right about now. At least, thatâs what Arthur was hoping for. He really wasnât in the mood for Eames.
He was closing up the app when the door handle creaked. Startled, he jumped away from the door, shoved his phone into his pants pocket, and rushed to the sinks again, pretending to wash his hands while he glanced at the now-ajar door.
Fuck his luck, honestly.
Eames snuck into the bathroom, eyes focused on Arthurâs back, and he could feel the anger flare up under his skin. He aggressively shook his hands in the air, splashing excess water everywhere, and without raising his eyes, he turned around and headed for the door.
âArthur, wait.â A strong, warm hand grabbed his wrist and locked it in a tight grip. âCan we talk for a moment?â
Saudade - Chapter One - The Goodbye
The first chapter of my longest Inception fic is finally on AO3, and it only took 13 years to post it ;___;
me: yeah I'm pretty close to finishing this fic
the fic:
arthur and eames are such a power couple guys can you imagine just them being dunked into a zombie apocalypse like they would kick ass
eames would get bored tho tbh zombies cant be conned :( and hes not about to con his boyfriend husband zombie apocalypse partner because hes bored
ok maybe he would con his boyfriend husband zombie apocalypse partner but like not majorly⌠it also wouldnt be the same </3
i should write a fic about this (i suck at writing zombie apocalypse fics)
There mustâve been an alarm that lured them in. Something he didnât notice, didnât pay enough attention to. It mustâve been something he couldnât have anticipated, otherwise itâd mean heâs getting sloppy.
And Arthur is not getting sloppy.
He tries not to listen to the growling behind him, feet shuffling on the concrete and slimy bodies rubbing against each other. Tries not to think about how much his legs hurt, how his lungs burn, and his heavy breath whistles as heâs literally running for his life.
Arthur is not getting old, though.
Right, then left, then left again. His tired legs know the way even if his head canât keep up. He studied those maps for weeks, remembers every house, every fence, every dead end.
Just a few more streets, heâs telling himself while cutting every next corner, eyes searching for a way out.

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does it mean that i made if if i started getting bot hate comments on ao3 <3
Simon wasnât planning on killing again so quickly, still riding the high of destroying the teacher who liked their students a tad too much. But then he found himself at the Manchester Piccadilly one morning, no reason, no purpose. He briefly wondered what he was doing there, but then... Simon saw him.
The man was clearly new to the city, getting off the train with a backpack, a suitcase, and a cardboard box under his arm, a look of feeling lost in an unfamiliar place weighing down his handsome features. Simon felt it then, deep in his gut, a stir of excitement that made his instincts sing. He immediately felt drawn to the man, enticed like never before with anyone else.
Simon didnât know what the man did to deserve catching Simonâs eye that day, but he was determined to find out. His intuition was never wrong, which told him there was a good reason for them to meet like that. He had to get to him, had to study him. He had to have him.
Simon watched as the man looked something up on his phone, unapologetically taking up space in the middle of the station, not caring in the slightest that he was blocking the path, making other passengers go around him. That checks, Simon thought, gauging the guy as obnoxious. Just look at that hair.
Simon cocked his head, watching as the man crumpled his printed-out ticket and threw it in the nearby trash bin before heading towards the main exit.
He loved peopleâs disregard for the safety of their personal information.
Simon waited half a minute before he moved. He quickly grabbed the ticket from the top of the trash pile and left the station to follow the man. He stopped in the smoking zone by the taxi parking, where the man was waiting for his Uber. Simon lit a cigarette, lazily leaning on the wall, before unfolding the paper to see the manâs name. He traced the letters with his fingertips. John MacTavish.
âHello, Johnny,â he said under his breath, watching MacTavish enter the car.
A ghostsoap serial killer AU I wrote for the discord's spooky exchange. Hold My Breath in Your Hands available on AO3.
Explicit | 18,6k words
#stalking #obsession #violence #revenge #voyeurism #kinks #murder
ghost who doesnât know how to show affection so he just kind of stands there vibrating at the seams with cute aggression after soap does something like kissing his cheek.
Arthur rose from the couch and leaned forward again. He threw one of his legs over Eamesâ knees, straddling him. âCan I see him?â he whispered, leaning even closer, his mouth hovering over Eamesâ, his eyes darting from one iris to the other.
He watched Eamesâ face shift as it clicked in his mind, his expression going from sheer confusion to something animalistic, his eyes darkening.
âArthurâŚâ Eames said the name with a purr, finally getting it, a delighted grin splitting his face. âAre you hot for Venom? You kinky monsterfucker.â
Arthur wanted to protest, to roll his eyes, but Eames closed the gap between them, crushing his lips. He didnât wait before he licked the seam of Arthurâs mouth, asking to be let in. Arthur didnât protest and deepened the kiss, bringing his hand up. Running it over Eamesâ pecks with a light squeeze, he finally settled it on his jaw, the fingers caressing the nape of Eamesâ neck and his thumb brushing his cheek.
Eames leaned back then, letting Arthurâs mouth chase his as he said, his voice even deeper, rougher. âGood thing we like you too.â
Arthur gasped when Eamesâ eyes whitened, black swirls dancing at the edges of his now wholly black irises. âFuck, Eames.â
âI sincerely hope thatâs the plan, love,â he said as he tugged Arthurâs shirt from his pants and began unbuttoning it slowly. Arthur was captivated, still looking into his eyes, outlining his features with the lightest touches of his fingertips like his face was a sacred thing, and Arthur feared he wasnât worthy even to touch. He brushed his lashes with his thumbs and kissed the bridge of his nose. Eamesâ eyes fluttered close with a quiet, affectionate exhale.
My number one mission in life is to crossover Inception with e v e r y t h i n g. Venom was the perfect place to start. Don't be fooled by the humor, 70% of this fic is straight-up p0rn. You can read the rest at AO3: I Wanna Feel You, I Want It All
Explicit | 10,2k words | Arthur/Eames (Eddie)/Venom | #PWP #rimming #bondage #breathplay #edging #begging #DP

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âYou will be the death of me, Arthur,â Eames murmured to the clear sky and exhaled, effectively sinking himself under the surface. With a swift underwater somersault, he flipped himself in the shoreâs direction and started leisurely swimming back.
As Eames swam closer, he spotted Arthur on the beach next to his things. He was lying back, resting on his forearms, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. He was dressed in navy blue pantsuits and a white oxford shirt. He stood out like a sore thumb, surrounded by people in swimsuits, although Eames had to admit he was impressed regardless - Arthurâs sleeves were rolled up to the elbows.
Arthur noticed him when he reached the shallow waters, so he waved to the man and stood up to walk the rest of the way. He deliberately didnât look in Arthurâs direction as he emerged from the ocean. Instead, he closed his eyes and slicked his wet hair back, then glanced sideways at a group of kids running in his general direction. Even though he didnât look, he could feel Arthurâs heavy gaze on his body.
He knew how he looked; the months he spent under the radar werenât exactly rich with activities, so more often than not, he busied himself with working out. He didnât even have to flex right now to present Arthur with his hard-earned, defined muscles. Chiseled, dripping with water, and wearing only tiny black booty shorts, he was like plucked out of Arthurâs wet dreams.
Well, he never said he had to go easy on the man. A little physiological torture never killed anybody, after all. Look what youâre missing out on and all that.
âAdmiring the views?â he asked with an innocent face. He felt delighted when Arthurâs breath hitched, and a faint blush colored his cheekbones. His stoic face didnât falter, though.
âWell, you said itâs your favorite beach in the city, so I had to see what all the fuss is about.â
Eames hummed with a smirk and kneeled on the towel next to Arthur. He brushed off some of the sand from it before laying down on his stomach, face turned to the other man, his arms crossed under his cheek. âAnd how do you find it?â
âA beach is a beach, I think. Sand, salty water, not enough shade. Not my thing, if Iâm being honest.â
A fragment of Saudade, my ArthurEames Inception WIP I started writing with a friend in 2011
#exes to lovers #angst #hurt/comfort #mutual pining #post-canon
When I die someday, whether that's tomorrow or in ninety years, I'll die peacefully knowing that I fulfilled my life's work.
Which was getting strangers horny on the internet using lovingly written, highly personal AO3 smut that I handcrafted myself and kissed on the forehead before I sent it out into the world.
That's what I was put on this earth to do.
Venom jumped on the projectionâs back, knocking it over so violently that Arthur was surprised the man didnât die instantly. Venom roared, pinning the manâs head to the ground with clawed hands. He leaned over his back, on all fours, like an animal, and then⌠Then he opened his mouth, and a thick, pink, impossibly long tongue slid out from behind the row of deadly teeth, slowly dripping saliva all over the projectionâs face.
âI wish I could taste you,â Venom said as he dragged his tongue from the projectionâs neck, over the side of his face, and up to the hairline. âI just know youâd taste so good.â
Arthurâs eye twitched in disbelief as he felt a familiar warmth pooling heavy in his loins. Un-fucking-believable.
âWell, fuck,â he said under his breath and squeezed his hand tighter on Eamesâ shirt.
âArthur?â Eames asked, his hand closing over Arthurâs own. âItâs okay. Venom wonât harm you.â
âThatâs not really what Iâm worried about,â he whispered, as he focused on Venomâs claws slowly digging into the projectionâs shoulders for better grip as he leaned even lower, mouth opening wider, tongue still dancing over the manâs features. When Venom suddenly chomped down his teeth on its head, and his claws ripped down the projectionâs back, Arthur breathed out a choked-up gasp.
âWhat?â
Arthurâs eyes snapped back to Eamesâ face. âNothing. Letâs go.â
He almost ran to the buildingâs door, trying to ignore the heat searing his cheeks.
My number one mission in life is to crossover Inception with e v e r y t h i n g. Venom was the perfect place to start. Don't be fooled by the humor, 70% of this fic is straight-up p0rn. You can read the rest at AO3: I Wanna Feel You, I Want It All
Explicit | 10,2k words | Arthur/Eames (Eddie)/Venom | #PWP #rimming #bondage #breathplay #edging #begging #DP
the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

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Arthurâs heart pounded, fast and heavy, against his ribs. He took a shaky breath and gripped the blackness tighter. He almost died just then. Not the permanent kind, of course, he knew that, but dropping something like 15 feet and dying on impact with either concrete or the water wouldnât be a pleasant kick either.
He finally glanced down to see what was gripping him so tight. It was a fucking arm. An arm the size of his fucking thigh, and were those⌠claws?!
âEverything alright?â Eames asked, just as they jumped over the bridge tower, landing on a suspension rope with a thump. They were being carried over the top of the bridge in the monsterâs⌠monstrous arms. The arms that were smooth, slimy but not sticky, with milky gray veins throbbing under the⌠skin? The arms with huge hands that ended with fucking claws, but that were also surprisingly gentle, caring even, carefully enveloping them both and cradling them into the monsterâs chest. Arthur felt a blush rising up his neck as he was rocked up and down in the rhythm of the monsterâs jumps.
âHonestly, no,â he said, because what was the point of lying in situations like these?
âAlso, itâs they. Or he,â Eames said, because yeah, no point dwelling on what wasnât alright in situations like these, either. This one was pretty obvious.
âWhatâs they?â
âVenom. You said it, earlier. Venomâs not an âitâ, itâs he or they.â
Arthurâs brow furrowed. Was Eames teaching him about the monsterâs pronouns right now? âAs in, theyâre nonbinary? Genderfluid?â
Eames chuckled. âAs in, usually referring to themself in plural.â
âOh.â Yeah, that made more sense, he supposed. âSorry.â
âItâs okay,â Venom said, and Arthur, honest to god, shrieked, startled. âBut you calling us a bootleg Spider-Man? That one hurt.â
My number one mission in life is to crossover Inception with e v e r y t h i n g. Venom was the perfect place to start. Don't be fooled by the humor, 70% of this fic is straight-up p0rn. You can read the rest at AO3: I Wanna Feel You, I Want It All
Explicit | 10,2k words | Arthur/Eames (Eddie)/Venom | #PWP #rimming #bondage #breathplay #edging #begging #DP