my bedtime stories

Call of Duty

Inception

Stranger Things

Hades (supergiant)

Venom

Babe, I swear, I'll finish it if it's the last thing I do 🫡 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 🥲

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, exhale…

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 didn’t 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 couldn’t forgive so easily.

Before he left the bathroom, Arthur checked the team’s 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, that’s what Arthur was hoping for. He really wasn’t 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 Arthur’s 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.

“Arthur, wait.” A strong, warm hand grabbed his wrist and locked it in a tight grip. “Can we talk for a moment?”

Saudade - Chapter One - The Goodbye

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 didn’t know what the man did to deserve catching Simon’s 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 people’s 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 man’s name. He traced the letters with his fingertips. John MacTavish.

“Hello, Johnny,” 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

He watched Eames’ face shift as it clicked in his mind, his expression going from sheer confusion to something animalistic, his eyes darkening.

“Arthur…” Eames said the name with a purr, finally getting it, a delighted grin splitting his face. “Are you hot for Venom? You kinky monsterfucker.”

Arthur wanted to protest, to roll his eyes, but Eames closed the gap between them, crushing his lips. He didn’t wait before he licked the seam of Arthur’s mouth, asking to be let in. Arthur didn’t protest and deepened the kiss, bringing his hand up. Running it over Eames’ pecks with a light squeeze, he finally settled it on his jaw, the fingers caressing the nape of Eames’ neck and his thumb brushing his cheek.

Eames leaned back then, letting Arthur’s mouth chase his as he said, his voice even deeper, rougher. “Good thing we like you too.”

Arthur gasped when Eames’ eyes whitened, black swirls dancing at the edges of his now wholly black irises. “Fuck, Eames.”

“I sincerely hope that’s the plan, love,” he said as he tugged Arthur’s 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 wasn’t worthy even to touch. He brushed his lashes with his thumbs and kissed the bridge of his nose. Eames’ 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

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 - Arthur’s 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 didn’t look in Arthur’s 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 didn’t look, he could feel Arthur’s heavy gaze on his body.

He knew how he looked; the months he spent under the radar weren’t exactly rich with activities, so more often than not, he busied himself with working out. He didn’t 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 Arthur’s 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 you’re missing out on and all that.

“Admiring the views?” he asked with an innocent face. He felt delighted when Arthur’s breath hitched, and a faint blush colored his cheekbones. His stoic face didn’t falter, though.

“Well, you said it’s your favorite beach in the city, so I had to see what all the fuss is about.”

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. “And how do you find it?”

“A beach is a beach, I think. Sand, salty water, not enough shade. Not my thing, if I’m being honest.”

A fragment of Saudade, my ArthurEames Inception WIP I started writing with a friend in 2011

“I wish I could taste you,” Venom said as he dragged his tongue from the projection’s neck, over the side of his face, and up to the hairline. “I just know you’d taste so good.”

Arthur’s eye twitched in disbelief as he felt a familiar warmth pooling heavy in his loins. Un-fucking-believable.

“Well, fuck,” he said under his breath and squeezed his hand tighter on Eames’ shirt.

“Arthur?” Eames asked, his hand closing over Arthur’s own. “It’s okay. Venom won’t harm you.”

“That’s not really what I’m worried about,” he whispered, as he focused on Venom’s claws slowly digging into the projection’s shoulders for better grip as he leaned even lower, mouth opening wider, tongue still dancing over the man’s features. When Venom suddenly chomped down his teeth on its head, and his claws ripped down the projection’s back, Arthur breathed out a choked-up gasp.

“What?”

Arthur’s eyes snapped back to Eames’ face. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

He almost ran to the building’s 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

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?!

“Everything alright?” 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 monster’s… 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 monster’s chest. Arthur felt a blush rising up his neck as he was rocked up and down in the rhythm of the monster’s jumps.

“Honestly, no,” he said, because what was the point of lying in situations like these?

“Also, it’s they. Or he,” Eames said, because yeah, no point dwelling on what wasn’t alright in situations like these, either. This one was pretty obvious.

“What’s they?”

“Venom. You said it, earlier. Venom’s not an “it”, it’s he or they.”

Arthur’s brow furrowed. Was Eames teaching him about the monster’s pronouns right now? “As in, they’re nonbinary? Genderfluid?”

Eames chuckled. “As in, usually referring to themself in plural.”

“Oh.” Yeah, that made more sense, he supposed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Venom said, and Arthur, honest to god, shrieked, startled. “But you calling us a bootleg Spider-Man? That one hurt.”

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