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saturncodedstarlette · 3 months

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[Boys Night Out]

Keegan : What kinda restaurant is this bruh?

Ajax : It’s a French restaurant, they got croissants

Kick : What? We’re gonna eat ratatouille?

Grim : We bout to eat rat

Waiter!Y/N : Bonjour

Grim : What is that?

Neptune : They said something about food

Hesh : They been eating baguettes

Waiter!Y/N : Here’s your menus *throws the menus*

Keegan : See man, this what I’m talking about— you saying we at a French restaurant. This mf speaking American!

Torch : Who gives a shit bro

Logan : Hand me that menu— *looks at the menu* what the f— are these words? What kinda language is this?

Ajax : It’s French—

Torch : Where’s the drinks at?

Ajax : Bottom left

Torch, trying to read : BWA— boires?

Grim : I think it’s boyers— the drinks

Waiter!Y/N : Oh yeah, les boires that’s the drinks—

Grim : I know it’s the fuckin drinks asshole, I just said that. you don’t have to be a smartass bout it

Waiter!Y/N, confused and offended :

Logan : Just give me some damn water

Waiter!Y/N : I don’t get paid enough for this *walk away to get the drink*

Kick : So what you wanna order?

Neptune : I’m studying the French dictionary real quick

Kick : You can’t study a dictionary bro

Neptune : fym you can’t study a dictionary? It’s a BOOK

Neptune : Look when the waiter come back imma be like— lemme get the—

Neptune : “Biscuit chickenne”

Ajax : They don’t have chicken biscuits

Neptune : You fucking blind— look on the menu. “Bisque” in English that translates to BISKIT

Grim : You dumbass— that’s not a chicken biscuit! That’s chicken bisque— it’s SOUP🤌

Neptune : Look I know biscuit when I see it, I’m ordering this shit

Hesh : Fuck it man order whatever you want

Torch : I’m getting the snails

Waiter!Y/N : Are y’all dumb shits ready to order?

Torch : Yeah lemme get the escargots de bourgogne

Waiter!Y/N : Bourgogne? We got a fuckin goofster in here

Torch : GOOFSTER?!

Keegan : Whatever tf you just ordered, you gon need a toothbrush

Waiter!Y/N : y’all the goof troop?

Logan : Goof troop?

Waiter!Y/N : What kinda bullshit you bout to order?

Torch : yeah lemme get the.. chicken bisque— with no soup, double biscuit, extra gluten

Waiter!Y/N : THE BISQUE ISN’T BREAD DUMBASS! IT DON’T HAVE GLUTEN OR BISCUIT!

Torch : Quit being stupid

Waiter!Y/N : I give up *throws the name tag away, flip a finger, then walk out the door*

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kastlequill · 1 month

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wip game

thank you for the tag @ethereal-night-fairy ! np tags: @dotcie @snail-eggs @skinnyazn @alittleposhtoad @50cal-fullauto-astarion @lunarvicar @siriusleee @parttimeprophet

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

i have way too many wips, so here are the top 5 that are most likely to see the light of day relatively soon(ish):

➜ jjk — illusion (itafushi); tnp: i (gojohime)

➜ cod — thtd: iii (ghost); unearth: v (keegan); pulse: iv (gaz)

illusion (megumi x yuji)

current status: 1.8k words written; expecting 1k+ more words

Megumi shook away the mental image of his wide-eyed, grim-faced classmate. Neither his thoughts nor fears were of consequence at present, and it was not as if he had time to spare on regretting the past. Itadori would need all the help he could get, and Megumi refused to be a bystander to his death. Not again.

‘til my pulse loses time: iv/v (gaz x medic f!reader)

current status: 200 words written; expecting 1.5-2k+ more words

As a medic, you could only do so much. Many factors that would ultimately decide whether a patient lived or died were simply beyond your sphere of influence. Stitching together sliced skin, surgically removing bullets from traumatized flesh, administering first aid in the field—all within your skill range. Hell, even resuscitating a still-warm, newly-dead body was possible on special occasions. But you were neither God nor Death, so you could neither breathe life into the corpse of a friend, nor could you hold a scalpel to the jugular of a foe. These mortal limitations weren’t to blame for the horrors that unfolded during the coming hours, however.

unearth without a name: v/v (keegan x brainwashed f!reader)

current status: 100 words written; expecting 2-2.5k+ more words

Two hundred seven. That was the number of days currently separating him from the moment he had last seen you.

the nightmare pact: i/v (gojo x utahime)

current status: 2.7k words written; expecting 3.5-4k more words

Too late to turn back now, she thought with a resigned sigh. Still, part of her almost wished she could. Rght when she was about to do just that, an aggravating voice pierced the air. “Don’t just stand there, Utahime, I can hear those old joints of yours cryin’ out from all the way back here!” For the second time that day, Gojo made her left eye twitch.

that human, that demon: iii (ghost x f!reader)

current status: 9.1k words written; expecting 2.5-5k+ more words

“Your wrist control’s shit, and you failed to pass guard four times.” Ghost’s tone was neutral, betrayed nothing, and his body didn’t so much as move an inch from where he’d been spectating the match. “I’m almost impressed.” A snort. “Haud yer wheesht.” “English, MacTavish.” “Y’sure know how to make a man feel special, eh, Lt.?” “Special? Might be time for a career change,” the lieutenant mused, his banter as dry as his. . . everything else. “No one’s special in our line o’ work, Johnny.”

#writing update #fic: that human that demon #fic: unearth without a name #fic: ‘til my pulse loses time

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faccal · 4 years

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WIP Weekend

Or was it

Weekend WIP

I was tagged by the amazing @simonxriley thank you for the tag! I'm glad that I can finally do this, especially since it's been two weeks.

Not sure who to tag for this, so if you see this and have a WIP, feel free to do this!

I wasn't able to do the last one, but here I am, I'm gonna do it this time! This is for a One-Shot I'm hoping to post to AO3 in a little bit.

It was a requested Merrick x Hesh

Dad is dead.

He can't believe it, doesn't want to believe it.

One minute he was there; defiant and strong, holding his will against Rorke's, and the next, mumbling something to Logan and getting his brains blown out.

Hesh knows he should find Logan, knows he doesn't grieve well, knows that when their mom died, Logan ran away from home. They found him on a bridge, sitting on the railing.

He said he hadn't been trying to kill himself, he just needed to be alone.

Perhaps that's all Logan needs now, maybe Hesh should just leave him alone.

Red creeps in at the edges of his vision, all he can feel is anger and confusion.

He didn't feel much at first. Yes, he had felt anger, a burning hot, white anger which ate at him as he sat there, doing nothing to help his brother and his father.

Then they had to escape, meet up with Keegan, and he didn't have time to feel anything.

He looks down at his hands, calloused and dry. He squeezes them shut, watching his knuckles turn white, feeling the slight prick of pain as his nails dig into his flesh.

"Fucking bastard." He growls, his eyes focused on his hands, the pain grounding him. He digs his nails deeper.

A knock at his door has him looking up, worried it's Logan.

Has he come to talk? To mock me for not doing anything? To yell at me?

"Hesh, it's Merrick."

Oh.

He stands, brushing the blood off on his pants.

My pants are dirty anyway, no one should notice.

He opens the door, meeting Merrick's gentle gaze. It's odd, seeing him look like that, his eyes soft, deep frown nowhere to be seen. He always looks so grim and serious, it takes Hesh a moment to recognize his new captain.

"Sir?" He asks, voice cracking at the end.

Merrick inhales sharply, forcing a smile at the boy. "I'm never going to get used to that." He looks past Hesh, looking for anything suspicious.

"May I come in?"

Hesh grips the door tightly as he stares at Merrick.

"I don't need to talk, I don't want to talk." He states.

Merrick holds up his hands, smiling sadly. "I'm not here to force you to do anything Hesh, but after what I just witnessed with Logan, I think you could use a friend."

Hesh's eyes widen. "What's wrong with Logan? Is he okay?"

Merrick nods, pushing past Hesh before the man can try to keep him out again.

"Keegan went to go check on him, since they get along better. Poor kid couldn't stop crying. I heard him scream a few times too. He wasn't himself until Keegan opened his door."

Hesh relaxes a bit. "Keegan.... he's.. helping?"

Merrick nods. "He may be awkward at certain things, but grieving, he understands grieving all too well."

Merrick doesn't elaborate, he doesn't have to.

He takes a seat at Hesh's new desk, waiting for Hesh to sit.

He makes his way over, keeping his fists closed so Merrick doesn't see. He crosses his arms when he sits down, waiting for some lecture or lesson. Maybe a story or two about his dad.

Dad.

A tear slips down his cheek and he brushes it away quickly, hoping Merrick hadn't seen.

Merrick stares softly at the photo on Hesh's desk, it's from when they were younger. A seven year old Logan clings to a nine year old Hesh, both smiling widely. Their mother stands behind them, Elias on her right, both of them smiling brightly.

"Your mother was a wonderful woman." Merrick looks over at Hesh, hoping to get his attention. "She could cook a mean steak. She had her own homemade whiskey barbeque sauce she always used. And she could only cook the steaks on a grill. She didn't care if it was the dead of winter. She was firing that baby up and making a meal." He touches his knuckle to the photo. "She had the brightest smile, and was always so motherly and fussy. Worried we were all being idiots. Which we were."

He leans forward, resting his forearms against his knees. "Keegan was the youngest of us, before you and Logan came along. He was nineteen, when this photo was taken. If I remember correctly, Rorke took it. We were visiting after a gruesome mission, and we all needed some normalcy."

He looks up at Hesh. "Keegan was the quietest, he stayed on his own, avoided people. Especially since he had no parents."

Hesh looks up at that.

"When this photo was taken, Keegan had been on the couch, staring off into space and staying away from all of us. Your mother noticed, and she wouldn't have any of it. She had walked in, and, I believe she talked to him as a mother. She had taken his hand, stroked his cheek, kissed his temple. A few minutes after she came back outside, Keegan followed. You and Logan may not remember it, but your mother helped Keegan, and Keegan helped her with Logan. Because, believe it or not, your brother was always a handful."

Hesh let's out a chuckle. "I miss her." He unclenches his fists, and Merrick gets a glimpse at the little red marks on his palms. "I miss him." A few more tears fall and he buries his face in his hands.

Merrick sits there for a moment, unsure of what Hesh will allow him to do.

He settles with placing his hand on Hesh's shoulder, squeezing slightly.

Hesh looks up at him, anger in his eyes. "I shouldn't be crying." He growls out. "It's a weakness."

Merrick stands, taking a seat beside Hesh, and wrapping his arm around the man's shoulders. "It isn't a weakness Hesh. Crying is good for the soul."

He looks up at Merrick, staring into his dark hazel eyes.

"I...." He looks down, eyes flicking over each tiny little crescent in his palm.

Merrick moves his other hand, taking Hesh's and closing his fist around his hand.

"It's going to be okay, Hesh. I know you can't see it yet but, it will. We'll be okay."

Hesh quickly wipes another stray tear from his eye, huffing.

"Okay." He stands, moving away from Merrick and the weird feeling in his gut.

Merrick watches the younger man for a moment, curious to know what he's thinking.

"Perhaps I should go. Leave you be." He stands, making his way to the door.

As he goes to open it, Hesh's hand presses against it, stopping him.

"No.. don't. I... the talking... the talking is good, it's... helping, I think."

Merrick nods, meeting Hesh's gaze. "Tell me how I can help, then."

Hesh moves away from the door, and begins fidgiting with the hem of his shirt.

Merrick tries to look in his eyes but he won't let him, he keeps looking down or away.

"Hesh?"

The man hums when he hears his name rolling of the man's tongue. "Yes?"

Merrick walks slowly, seeing a cagey look in the lieutenant's eyes.

"Hesh?" He grabs Hesh's biceps, holding him in place. "Tell me what you need."

They stare at each other for what feels to Hesh like an hour.

His eyes flicker down to Merrick's lips and back up to his eyes. It's not the first time he's thought about doing something like this.

"I... I need.." He leans forward slightly, just barely touching foreheads. "I need you, I think."

Merrick smiles, snorting. "You think?"

"Yeah." He grips Merrick's shirt, pulling the man closer. "Yeah, I do." He leans forward, pressing his lips tentatively to Merrick's.

Everyone always talked about soft lips, how smooth and sexy they were, but Hesh loved the feel of Merrick's chapped lips pressed against his own. He loved the way his beard scratched him as well.

Merrick squeezes Hesh's biceps, pulling the man closer and into a deeper kiss.

Hesh moves his hand to the back of Merrick's head, sighing into the kiss as he pulls Hesh closer.

Pulling only slightly back, Hesh meets Merrick's eyes. "Damn." He breathes, laughing.

Merrick bumps his forehead against Hesh's. "Yeah."

They stare at each other, both men enjoying the gazes and the company.

"Are we..?" Hesh looks down, laughing at himself. "Should we?"

Merrick knows what he's asking, and also knows he probably shouldn't, yet he can't say no to the man before him.

"If you're ready."

Hesh inhales sharply, letting out a more controlled exhale. "Okay." He murmurs, grabbing Merrick's face and pulling him back into a kiss.

One of Merrick's hands snake around, squeezing Hesh's ass while the other caresses the man's face.

Hesh moans into the kiss, pressing himself against Merrick, feeling both of their arousals.

He gasps, pulling away for a second. "The door."

Merrick quickly runs to it, locking it, and to be safe he places a chair under the doorknob. "You never know." He states, bringing his lips back to Hesh's for a heated kiss.

Hesh has got his arms wrapped around Merrick, and Merrick has his hands on his hips, squeezing and slowly easing Hesh towards the bed.

He freezes when the back of his knees his the edge of his mattress. "Wait..." He buries his red face in Merrick's shoulder. "We need lube, right?"

Merrick lets out a deep and throaty laugh, sending jolts down his spine as well as to his groin. "Do you need me to go get some? If I have to I'll run to my room like this."

Hesh meets his eyes. "No.. I should have some."

Merrick hums, letting Hesh go so he can grab the lube from his dresser. When he comes back, he only has time to set the bottle on his nightstand before Merrick is kissing him again.

"Hnf! Someone can't wait."

Merrick groans. "I can be an impatient man too, sometimes."

He eases Hesh onto the bed, enjoying how perfectly he fits under him.

"Thomas...." Hesh gasps as Merrick grinds against him.

Merrick meets his half-hooded gaze, smiling.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" His face is probably bright red, he can feel it in the heat on his cheeks.

"You said my first name, instead of Merrick."

"Was I not supposed to? Am I not allowed to?"

Merrick smiles, stroking Hesh's cheek. "I like the way you say my name."

Hesh blushes, something he usually never does. It's too feminine to him.

"Okay, Thomas." The older man groans, pressing his lips to Hesh's once more. He takes Hesh's hands, moving them up and above his head as he continues to kiss him.

"Merrick..." Hesh grinds up against the man, earning a surprised moan. "as much as I love the taste of whiskey on your tongue, we have to be naked to have sex."

Merrick lets out a chuckle. Pushing off of Hesh he stands, quickly pulling his shirt off over his head.

Hesh stares, enjoying the view, before removing his own shirt.

Merrick moves back on top of him, kissing his lips and moving onto his cheek, jaw, chin and down to his neck.

Hesh moans when Merrick bites at the spot where his neck and shoulder meet. "Oh..ho...ho..... Fuck." Merrick makes his way back up, kissing Hesh's already kiss bruised lips.

"Your beard feels weird, but the good kind, I guess." Merrick hums, placing scratchy kisses on the other side of Hesh's face.

He pulls back, smiling down at Hesh. Hesh smiles back, placing his hands on the man's chest, and running them along and through his hair.

"I've always liked women." He states, earning a curious head tilt from Merrick, which makes the man look way too much like a teddy bear. "I've liked shaved women, hairy women. Big or small, I don't care. I just always loved women. However..." He starts undoing Merricks belt buckle, and loops his fingers in the belt loops. "I never once found a man sexually attractive until I met you."

Merrick grunts, his eyes lighting up. "Good." He kisses Hesh again, moving his hips slightly to help Hesh get his pants off.

When they're at a point Hesh can no longer reach, Merrick stands. He quickly removes his shoes and socks, before finally removing his pants.

"Your boxers?" Hesh points, enjoying the show.

Merrick chuckles. "No, I don't think so. Those stay on until you start losing some more of your own clothes."

Hesh throws his head back and laughs the first real laugh all day. "Alright, strip me then."

Merrick does just that. He kisses his way from Hesh's happy trail up to his lips, then back down. He undoes Hesh's button and zipper, pausing in his actions to remove Hesh's shoes and his socks. When he's done he comes back up, loosening Hesh's pants a little bit more, stopping his motions only to place a wet kiss against Hesh's boxers, earning a surprised moan from the man.

Okay, there's that. Hopefully that isn't too mature. I'm still working on this, and hopefully it'll be up within the next hour!

Hopefully this counts as a WIP. Idek anymore I'm sorry.

#codghosts #david walker #thomas a merrick #merrick x hesh #oneshot #requested #i was tagged #doubt this counts as a WIP but it's all I have I'm sorry

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