#fic: scar tissue

[halevetica]

Teaser for my new upcoming story Scar Tissue:

Derek pushed the door open to see The Director sitting at his desk. His usually neatly styled black hair was tousled, his suit jacket was draped over the back of his chair, his tie was loosened and he was leaned forward with his hands clasped on his desk.

"Derek." Ken gestured to one of the padded plastic chairs across from him. "Please, have a seat."

He did as asked, closing the door behind him. His stomach rolled with anticipation as Ken took in a breath, his hands re-clasping in front of him.

"You've been a valuable part of this office for… many years."

Derek swallowed. Fear of being fired flitted through his mind, followed quickly by the fear of being transferred. He hadn't done anything to warrant being fired, but being transferred. That was common in the FBI.

"You and I have an agreement and while it has served us well for several years, there comes a point when…" Ken paused.

Derek's chest tightened. Their agreement was pivotal to Derek's job.

"I can only do so much to help you. You and I are privy to things a lot of people aren't. But keeping that secret is difficult, as you well know."

A cold chill ran down Derek's back. Had he slipped up? Had Ken realized the extent of the secret? Had someone else discovered the secret?

"I know how important what you do is. And I have been more than willing to put my neck on the line for you. But I've run out of favors it seems."

"With all due respect sir, if you could get to the point." Derek's hands clenched the arms of the plastic chair, waiting for whatever bad news was coming his way.

Ken huffed a laugh, bowing his head. "There has been evidence, or at least something promising, brought to light. Against the Argents."

Derek's back straightened. The cold feeling spread through him like icy veins. "Evidence," he repeated.

"I have spoken previously with my superiors about your eagerness to see them brought down for obvious reasons."

They weren't going to let him take the case. Anger and frustration bubbled in Derek's gut.

"However, they are insisting that the case is handled by the agent who brought the evidence to light."

"They're giving the case to someone else simply because they found evidence? Since when does it work like that?" Derek snapped.

"Since the agent has more than proven himself."

"What about the evidence I found?"

Ken sighed. "Unfortunately without multiple accounts of what happened or solid, physical proof, you know it wasn't enough to stand."

"What did this other agent find?" Derek demanded.

"I can't disclose that to you. You know that."

Derek's nostrils flared, and his knuckles turned white with how hard he gripped the chair.

"Unless…" Ken slid a file folder across his desk. "You agree to work with the agent."

All anger melted from Derek, leaving him cold and empty. "What?"

Ken tapped the folder. "The case can be yours, but only if you accept a partner."

[jamtartandsunshine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt, AFC Richmond Players & Jamie Tartt Characters: Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Ted Lasso, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso) Additional Tags: Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canonical Child Abuse, Jamie Tartt Needs a Hug, Protective Roy Kent, Gen Work, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Jamie Tartt Gets a Hug, Panic Attacks Summary:

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴.

A long bus ride home in a storm, after a spectacularly bad loss at an away game is bad enough, but then Jamie wakes up screaming.

AKA The Jamie has a nightmare on the team bus fic GUYS! I did it!!!  The Jamie has a nightmare on the team bus fic!! 

[dragneto]

Title: The Principle of Cause and Effect Fandom: Dark (2017) Pairing(s): Jonas Kahnwald/Noah | Hanno Tauber Word Count: 10,278 Rating: Mature Tags: Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, Doomed Relationship, Devotion, Mutual Pining, Body Worship, Scar Tissue Massage, Hand Jobs, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Existentialism, Hermetic Philosophy, Time Loop

Summary: Hannah had taught Jonas from an early age that wounds were not only lessons from the past, but warnings from the future. She had shown him how to nurture small injuries, to heal broken flesh into new tissue, and then how to work it into something agreeable.

Scars, she’d said, held the ability to see into the future.

read the fic on AO3

[tranakin-skywalker]

The melty boy

[seijorhi]

no excuse for this horny ass question miss rhi, but i keep thinking about (in your words) “Scruffy, rough, ready to fuck the reader on the forest floor tsumu.” something about human atsumu already having the libido of an animal.. but actual werewolf atsumu?? holy shit. how often do you think he fucks the reader, how does he fuck her, and does he accomplish his goals of having a litter with her :)

also that last ask took me entirely out

HMM i'm gonna say that because of their longer lifespan, the whole pregnancy thing isn't actually as easy as it should be. considering they have a tendency to fuck like rabbits there'd be werewolves everywhere ghfdkjfhdjs

that being said, atsumu's a determined little shit, and he's got nothin' but time (and his pretty, feral mate) on his hands.

that being said i think tsumu has a tendency to shift mid fuck. like either he comes back from eating people hunting, still a little out of it on blood lust and finds some weird sense of calm buried inside of you OR it's the opposite, and he gets so fucking worked up and savage the moment you squeeze around his cock that he can't fucking stop himself.

either way, there's not really any escaping him

[crush3dmary]

Y'all... My favourite fic author of ALL time reached out to me on Twitter because I sent a dm to her old account and she just saw it now. I've been in the position of being that author people reply to with "omg I can't believe YOU'RE commenting on my stuff I look up to you so much" and now I'm literally in the same position and trying to keep my cool. Holy shit.

[galaxythreads]

Chapters: 5/10 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katara & Sokka (Avatar), Aang & Katara (Avatar), Aang & Sokka (Avatar), Azula & Zuko (Avatar), Azula & The Gaang (Avatar), The Gaang & Zuko (Avatar)

Summary:

"Azula’s answering grin is bitter and horrible and broken as she leans in close to Aang’s face and says, ‘Listen Avatar, I can either join your group, or I’ll do something unspeakably horrible to your friends. Your choice.’”

OR: After Zhao’s failed siege, Zuko and Iroh are captured. A few weeks later, Ozai receives a ransom from the Northern Water Tribe signed in Zuko’s blood. Unfortunately for the Firelord, Zuko’s safety is all Azula cares about.

OR: Unfortunately for Sokka, that means the Gaang has not one, but two unstable, broken fire siblings to deal with. Y’know. Once they break Zuko out of prison. Because this is not a situation that calls for torture (probably. HE'S still on the fence about it, screw Aang and Katara and their stupid morals and how much he agrees with them)

me, every word of this chapter in my head: fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you i���m allowed to have joy and write whatever the fuck i want to there is no morally correct way to torture children 

[lifblogs]

I don’t think Dr. Hemlock’s left hand is a prosthetic. Usually in Star Wars if someone has a prosthetic they just… leave it alone. They don’t really fiddle with it. He massages his left hand quite frequently, leaving me to guess he has some pretty horrific scarring he’s hiding. Scar tissue definitely can hurt, and it can go deep. I’m also wondering if this is just to add something to his character or if it connects to the bigger story somehow. I feel like it does. I think we’re going to learn a lot about him.

[lunar-years]

Thinking about this poem again but in a RoyJamie kind of way

[halevetica]

Another teaser for you!

Scar Tissue coming on November 1st!

He peeled his shirt off. A shower before would be nice. He still felt mildly sticky from this morning's coffee incident. He undressed in front of his bathroom mirror, catching a glimpse of his reflection. His eyed were dull. The color was drained from his cheeks, making him pale. It was no wonder his mother and sisters were worried about him.

He reached for his toothbrush and paused. His eyes landed on a scar that stretched with his movements. He traced the marred skin. One on his shoulder joint. One on his pectoral, and two longer ones that that knit together in a tangle of regret on his torso.

His fingers trembled as they carded over the one on his torso. He clenched his eyes closed and gripped at the sink, taking in a deep breath.

"This time won't be like the last," he whispered. He wouldn't make that mistake twice.

Snatching the toothbrush from it's place, he pushed away the nerves that had permeated his body since he walked into work. This time would be different. He had nothing to worry about.

Except Stiles finding out. An unhelpful voice supplied in his mind. He ignored it. Everything would be fine. He avoided his reflection, finished at the sink, and slipped into a hot shower. He just needed to wash it all away.

[c1trvswurld]

NONO BC THAT ONE POST THATS LIKE "he would not speak like that" but for characters with disabilities. He would be an ambulatory wheelchair user at least!

Everytime someone makes an Overwatch modern AU and proceeds to erase Genjis disabilities, an Angel falls from Heaven and fucking dies

[siddyyyyyyyy]

You're Only Sixteen

wc: ~3.6k

summary: child soldier gets into task force 141 part TWO, things are getting a bit funny; first part, third part

warnings: description of scars, some violance (combat training)

a/n: I'm actually pretty shocked of how well this fic is going, I hope you're all enjoying this so far, and the plot's is going to intesify a bit the longer this goes on.... and I'm talking too much. Have fun!

Waking up to the familiar alarm is hard enough, but eventually making yourself ready for the first training together is harder. You put on your new uniform and make yourself look more presentable, only to stop midway by the mirror. Your eyes move instinctivley towards your neck. There's no material covering your neck area, making you slightly anxious. There is a long scar across your neck; the scar tissue white and stands out a bit. You feel your deep scar across your neck that goes horizontally through your skin with a slight curve up to your jaw. Hopefully no one will notice. But how is it possible to ignore such thing? There will be questions, there will be eyes on you all the time, there will definitely be snarky comments, and... deep breath in and out. It's no one's business, and you don't owe an explanation to anyone anyway.

Picking up your last courage for today, you walk out of your bunk to the training hall. Walking in, you see a few other soldiers training together, and also Price seemingly waiting for the rest of his team to arrive. He notices you almost immediately and waves you over to him.

»Good morning. Sleep well?«

You shrug, answering him. »Yeah, good enough.«

»Great, you'll need it today.« Perfect, so he planned something tough for today, that's for sure. Shortly after, Ghost and Soap arrive into the hall, as well as Gaz, who seems to be in a good mood. Price claps once, having the attention of everyone on him. He announces the morning stretch you'll be doing first and the next exercise has got to be some teamwork exercise already.

The supposed 'morning stretch' was nothing short of relaxing, but lucky enough you're flexible and got along just fine. Afterwards, the first exercise begins, and as Price explains it, the more you start to think he can't be serious.

»Trust falls?« Soap asks again, also not having expected this exercise to be the first one. Usually, they never do something like this together since they already trust each other with their lives. Price nods, hands on his hips and dead serious. »Who wants to start?«

You're stiff, silently looking around while hoping you won't get picked out. Luckily, Gaz raises his hand slightly and volunteers as first for the trust falls. The captain smiles and nods once more, letting him pick a person to fall against. He chose Soap as some might've expected, and they do it naturally. Nothing bad happens, they trust each other, and one catches the other. They repeat it after switching also, nothing spectacular happening. You watch silently, arms crossed and with nothing to do. It's almost amusing to watch these buffed military guys do silly things, like trust falls. Next was Ghost and Soap, then Price and Gaz with the others. It's awkward now for you since you're the last one, having to just fall back and trust the other to catch you. How can you not feel at least a little awkward while doing it?

»C'mon, it's fun. Just trust us.« Soap encourages you before you could say anything in the first place and already opens his arms for you. There's really nothing you can do but accept your fate and do the trust fall, knowing you have no choice but to trust them all as your teammates. You turn your back to him with a small sigh and close your eyes before falling back, feeling how he indeed catches you right up and lets you sink down a little more. He feels strong and big against your back, not that you doubted it. Soap leans you back up, and you stand up straight again. You hate to admit it but it was fun. Maybe you'd do it again... oh, you need to do it again. Trust falls with everyone, remember?

Price wants to be the next one to do it with you, an almost loving smile across his lips and open arms as he steps up to you. You do the same as before and fall, feeling how he catches you the same and lets you stand right back up afterwards. He pats your shoulder lightly and steps away, looking to the others to see who wants to go next.

»Me next.« Gaz states with a raised hand, standing at the same pose as the other two before. You can't help but crack a small, tiny smile at that before turning back around and falling back, trusting them all by now. The last one should be Ghost, and to be honest, it's somehow scary. Maybe it's his height or his aura, but there's no choice but to trust him. Eventually, you fall, back and he catches you just the same as the others, feeling as if he's more careful with you for whatever reason. But that could be just your mind hallucinating at this point.

The next station for this training session is more serious and requires more technique and skill. You're glad, it's something you're good at and won't be awkward to complete.

Knife melee. With fake combat knives. Each gets a combat knife to fight with and a randomly assigned partner. You get to be paired up with Gaz, and he shoots you a soft smile before standing in front of you to test out your true skills. Price is mostly there to watch over everyone and lead the practice, standing not too far off the big mat.

»You go first, I'll try to go easy too.« Gaz tells you with a small nod, waiting for you to attack and see how you'll do. Or maybe he's just too afraid to hurt you, knowing how young you are.

»Okay.« You think for a split second before going straight in, grabbing his right wrist with your left hand, pushing it out while moving the blade close to his neck. Gaz is briefly surprised at your attack, especially with how you went straight at him. But he's strong enough to bend his right wrist slightly and wrap his left arm over to grab his knife with his non-dominant hand. You didn't expect this to happen, being spooked for a moment by the sudden action of him wrapping his arm over you just so he has his knife in his free hand. He presses his knife against your stomach just enough for it to be touching your shirt and is about to swipe your feet off the ground.

You back up, trying to kick off the blade off his hand quickly, in which you fail. You don't want to hurt him, but you also know that it's just training and minor injuries are normal. You know it from the camp, but this feels different. You have... more respect for them. Getting back to reality, you're the one who sweeps his feet off the ground, kneeling over him and pressing your knee against his chest with your knife against his throat once more but not pressing onto him.

»Fine- you win.« He gives up and throws his hands up in defence, looking to you impressed. You get off him and give him a hand to stand back up, feeling like he went too soft on you on purpose.

»Was that all you had?« You ask before being able to think about your words longer, not meaning to sound rude. »What? Of course not. Told you I was going easy on you.« He shrugs with a small chuckle, dusting his pants off quickly before standing straight.

»Want me to attack first?«

»Fine-«

He's quick to land a kick to the side of your thigh, making you wince lightly, but you quickly regain your focus and step out of his way. You quickly kick him into his side instead, knocking out his breath briefly. Gaz realises how strong you actually are and decides to go harder on you. There's a sharp pain on your ribs before you feel the dull slice from his fake combat knife against your arm. You give him a rather irritated look before going in once more, slicing across his chest with your own fake knife before kicking him into his chest. He stumbles back, once more out of breath. It's your chance to get close to him and strike another attack, so you do just that. You step closer to him quickly and jab a few more slices against his ribs before kicking his legs in. He's on the ground and probably more out of breath than you. Gaz looks up to you and catches his breath before standing back up, not giving up yet.

»Where'd you learn that?« He questions almost confusedly and simultaneously thinks of another approach at you for his next attack. You shrug, not giving him an answer as you're studying his stance. He's about to cage you in, that's for sure, with his wide stance. That's got to be the most annoying technique for you, not liking how it feels like to be trapped or pinned by anyone. Moving your eyes back at his, you waste no time to kick against him once more, but he catches it.

He has your ankle in his hand and twists it enough for you to lose balance and fall to the ground. You huff and try to get back up quickly, but he's fast, kicking your knife out of your wrist.

Price watches you both fight, and he must admit you're quite strong. Beating Gaz twice? That's already impressive for him. He watches as you manage to fight yourself out of his pin, having him on the ground instead. You both fight like siblings at this point, at least that's how Price views it. He sees that Gaz is still trying to be gentle with you even though he doesn't need to. You're highly trained and fast, thinking logically as well. Meanwhile, Soap gets his ass beat by Ghost since he's trying to watch you fight but gets awfully distracted that way.

Price keeps most of his attention on you both anyway, being curious about how much longer Gaz will be gentle with you before being sick of losing every time. After losing for the fifth time, Gaz stops fighting for a moment.

»Wanna catch a break?«

»If you say so.« You agree and shrug lightly, having a light coat of sweat but being nowhere near done. You're still full of energy but also can't wait to sleep tonight.

»So, how do you like it on the base so far?« He asks, his tone friendly and voice smooth. His eyes are on you, hands on his hips.

»Yeah, it's... fine. Like a base.« There's just no way you can answer otherwise, not sure of how to answer it anyway. You press your lips together lightly, unsure of how to continue. Gaz is rather talkative, so you're grateful for that as he goes on, seemingly wanting to get to know you better.

»You should check out the mess hall too, the food‘s a bit plain, but it's cosy in there.« That's great information however, you do not know how to respond to that.

»Cool.« With a light nod and a more or less forced smile, glancing away shortly after. Gaz notices that you don't seem to talk much, having a similarity with Ghost on that. He accepts it however, and stretches his arms before suggesting another round which, you also agree on.

You're sweating way more now after the training session ended, Price saying that it's time to have lunch and just have a normal day afterwards. The sun is fully up, it's a warm day outside for once and there are no annoying people around you. Until Soap is approaching you on the way out from the training hall.

»Wanna eat lunch all together? It won't be boring, promise.« He suggests with a friendly smile and waits for your answer, coming off more excited than you.

»Uh, yeah. Where's the mess hall again?« You ask sheepishly since you have no clue how this building is laid out, let alone know where the exit is again. »Oh, you haven't been shown around, eh? Well, I'll just show ye around after lunch. The mess hall's on the first floor, 's pretty easy to find.«

Soap explains to you shortly, having faith in you that you won't get lost on your own. You simply nod back in response and make a mental note of where the mess hall should be, retreating back into your own bunk after taking a shower.

You're hesitant at first, having considered just skipping lunch, but you can't let the others hang. So, you make your way to the mess hall shortly after putting on new clothes, making sure to cover your neck once more. Stopping mid-change, you realise something. No one made comments or even looked at your scar earlier. You expected the total opposite, now trying to remember any moment that was close to some of your expectations, but there were none. Maybe, just maybe, they don't care. Not in the rude way, but in a way that they won't judge you. Well, considering the small but slightly more visible scar on Soap‘s chin, there's a chance they just don't want to pick on you with stuff they also have. Brushing away those thoughts, you enter the mess hall and are shortly after greeted with Soap. He stands out from the crowd with the way he waves at you, seeming to be excited to show you around or just have an addition like you on the team.

»Hungry? I don't know about you, but I am.«

His ways of starting a conversation with you are always a little strange. The way he is more energetic around you and is being overly friendly while trying to use 'modern slang' is slightly off-putting.

Ghost would be greater company at this point. You don't say anything, too caught up in the large hall and all the people around that are patiently getting their food for themselves.

»Well, there's where the food is, the trays and the utensils. Alrighty?«

»Alright.« You answer slightly unsure and look to where everyone is picking up their food, seeing that it won't be too difficult. Picking up a tray for yourself, a plate, and a few utensils, you make your way to the buffet. There's an option between a vegetarian meal that looks mostly... bland and another meal that doesn't look too bad. Soap is before you and loads his plate with the second option, grabbing a glass of water afterwards. You do the same, considering the vegetarian food seems too dry to even look at. Sitting down at a free table where Gaz is already seated, shooting a friendly smile your way.

His teammate sits down beside him and you on the opposite of them, taking a last look around the huge mess hall.

»How was the training for ye today?« Soap starts again while stuffing a bite into his mouth, ready to listen to whatever response you'll give.

»It was fine. Easier than at my camp.« Soap quirks his brow at you, asking further. »Easier? What'd you do at your camp, then?«

Ah, there it is. Finally, the burning question that seemed to have been on their minds since the day you arrived, even though they won't admit it verbally.

»Well, any kinds of things. We had a big variety and did everything a little every day.« You explain calmly, leaving out a lot of things for now and just giving out useful and light stuff. Gaz glances at you while eating his own meal, listening quietly to the conversation between you two.

»Everythin'? What was everythin'?«

God, he's giving you no chance to eat right now, is he? »Combat, shooting, underwater training, hostage saving, medical training... oh, and our stamina.« He nearly chokes on his food while you finally take your first bite, thinking it tastes quite good. For military food, it's actually quite good, it tastes fresh and is warm- »Everyday? Every focking day?«

»Language, McTavish...« A familiar, rough voice is heard from behind him, and he quickly glances back to see his Captain. Price takes a seat beside you, facing the two other teammates.

»Sorry, did you hear what she just said? That's like- that's... that should be illegal-«

»I know, Soap.«

He interrupts him again, giving him a hard look. He's either trying to stop him from saying something that could hurt you or is just fed up for some other reason.

»I'm glad we don't have such hard training here. That's it.« Soap realises that he may have gotten too far with his reaction and tries to be more calm and himself from now on. The problem is now that it's awkward because no one talks for a solid minute or two.

»Where is Ghost?« You speak up for the first time by yourself, not able to listen to the silence around the table any longer. Price answers your question calmly, seeing no reason to keep that from you.

»He eats alone, mostly. Or does some paperwork right now.« So, no one really knows what he's doing at breaks. That's something you could have expected from someone like him.

»Do you think his mask looks cool?« Gaz chimes in and looks at you almost amused, waiting for your answer. Soaps eyes also study you now, waiting curiously on your answer. Unsure of what to say, you answer them briefly.

»I mean, it's not bad.« Gaz shoots his teammate a quick look with a small nod, telling him something without saying anything. Soap sulks a little about your response, having hoped you'd say something more positive.

»Told you...« It's very quiet from Gaz and non-threatening, but you still heard it and now feel curious about what these two jokesters are talking about. Price continues to eat his own meal as he's not fascinated by their usual antics, seeing no reason to dig deeper and find out what they're on. That is until Soap notices your confused stare and wants to clear the confusion.

»We had a bet. I thought you'd find Ghost‘s mask cool, but wha'ever.« He shrugs and now has to pay five pounds to Gaz, having officially lost the bet. You can't help it but be amused by it, seeing how they're all trying to understand you, but know absolutely nothing about you but your age and name. They probably think you're like most teenagers, thinking in stereotypes, and you choose to just watch them trying to figure you out.

»He was actually quite scary at first.« You mumble, carefully trying out talking more to them and letting them get to know you more. It's something new for you to be able to be so open and casual with new people that are much older than you. Even though Soap is about ten years older than you, it still seems a lot. It's a whole decade, either way.

»Well, yeah, Ghost has his way to scare people off. But don't take it personally, he's got a good soul.« You glance at Price saying that, reassuring you about Ghost.

What kind of name is that anyway?

»Hm, depends on how you see it. He's only friendly to people he likes. Like a cat.« Gaz shrugs, adding his opinion on Ghost. You're all lucky he's not there with you right now, considering that he would shoot death glares at everyone. You listen to them, being invested in their opinions and views on him since you know nothing about him. »But he doesn't scratch us. So, that's good.« Price jokes, probably still trying to reassure you mostly and not let you get spooked. Eventually, after some more exchanges, Soap is standing up and wants to finally show you around the base. You accept and follow him out, curious to see the whole base and not get lost from now on. He walks through the building and shows you the important parts first: showers and bunks, training rooms and halls, shooting range, going on about the storage rooms, and eventually making your way outside the base. There's a small park attached to the base, great for taking small walks.

»Wanna go for a round?«

»I don't see why not.« You can't help it but still want to add that respective 'sir' at the end of a sentence. It feels like disrespecting him, but they made it clear how open and friendly you can talk to them way earlier.

Walking besides Soap is somehow calming, not needing to talk much when he does most of the talking. »You handled the surprise attack well, yesterday. Just try to warn us before firing, though.« You nod and look away slightly embarrassed, knowing you forgot to give them a sign before doing something like that.

»Sorry, thought too quick.« »'S fine, I'm actually impressed. Were ye taught that back in yer camp?« Soap can't help but be curious and ask questions, making sure to be careful with his wording.

»Yes, kind of. It's always smarter to be meaner to the enemies, so they don't have a chance.« Soap shrugs lightly, thinking about that statement. »Well, yeah... but aggressive approach is not always the best, you know?« He eyes you for a moment, continuing to walk beside you through the small park.

»It really depends on the situation and enemy, there.« You reply back after a second of considering his words, not realising that you once again impressed him.

a/n: came out a bit floppy, but the next part will most likely be better, pwomise :33

[blvdheart]

ALL THAT GRACE, ALL THAT BODY

→ you wash the grime off your boyfriend’s body after he returns from a mission!!

CW: x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, i think that’s it!!

WC: 800+

NOTE: i didn’t really imagine this with any leon in particular ˃ᴗ˂ just a short fic hehe i haven’t really written anything in a while…let there be no typos

MASTERLIST

Kissing and sex can be casual, in some cases. Hook up culture and games like seven minutes in heaven and truth or dare allow for them to be. In the heat of the moment, specks of unique imperfections are completely missed.

There is nothing casual, however, about the act of running your hands through someone’s skin and hair with the intent of cleaning them and nurturing them back to a better state. It’s the exact scene that played behind a particular shower curtain.

A chaste kiss was pressed against the mole on his neck, and another one landed on the healed up scar tissue on his shoulder. Steamy water washed away your gentle touches, leaving a blank canvas for you to adorn with affection over and over again.

For the most part, Leon didn’t speak much during this unless you voiced the thoughts in your head, he was too caught up in enjoying your caresses. The only think he requested was for there to be no talks about his missions and work while in the shower, he wanted to focus on you and not the hell he just returned from. Thankfully, he didn’t return too battered up this time. Just a couple nips and bruises, nothing fractured or broken like other unfortunate times.

His skin was already reddening just a tinge from the temperature, similar to the shade he turned whenever you littered gentle nips against his neck. But he always asked for the water to be turned up high, he was used to it. Before he met you he had felt so lonely and hot water had always been a comfort for him. Plus, colder water just reminded him of when he’d try to sober up after some drinks, terrible terrible times.

“You know the drill! Close your eyes for me.”

His eyelashes fluttered as he followed your instructions. Hands perched themselves on your hips so he wouldn’t lose his balance. You began threading your shampoo lathered palms and fingers through his hair, gently rubbing his scalp.

“Mm…” He purred contentedly, his tense shoulders relaxing. Leon was almost tempted to slump against you, would you hold him until the end of times? He’d like to think the answer is yes. “You should work in one of those uh…what’s the name? Those…head spa places? You’d put others out of business.”

“Yeah? Does it really feel that good?”

“Y’know, you ask me that every time, hell yes. Feels like my brain is turning to mush. Careful sweetheart, I might just topple over you.”

“Pfft.”

You pushed all his hair back. He looked otherworldly. One look at him, and no one would believe that he’s a man keeping the world safe with a mountain’s weight of survivor’s guilt on his shoulders. How could he look so tranquil?

It was no use, you shook the thought away. You’d ask him another time.

“It kinda pisses me off how good-looking you are.” You whisper to him, washing the residue of shampoo off your hands before cupping his face. Once upon a time, his cheeks had been more sunken in. But they had gotten fuller being in a relationship with you.

“When did you become such a flatterer?” He asked, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. Just a subtle one.

“I dunno, maybe the moment I laid eyes on you.” You tug him more towards the water, washing away the shampoo from his hair as he lowered his head. “I’m pretty hard to please y’know…got really high standards.”

“No way I met all of them.”

“Passed with flying colors. You raised the bar a bit, actually. Think you’ve got me wrapped around your finger for eternity.”

With a washcloth, you cleaned the expanse of his skin, leaving it smelling faintly of rosemary. Your water bill is begging you to hurry your pace, but you went as slow as a snail.

Thank God he could finally open his eyes again, there was nothing he loved more than having his sight on you.

If only you could see yourself from his perspective. He saw everything. The way you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth while you did your best to wash around one of his wounds, you didn’t need to be so gentle with him but you were anyway, and the glimmer in your eyes when you took a brief peek at his face.

“Sorry, baby…” Your murmur was accompanied by a wince when you thought you rubbed too harshly. It felt like a tickle to him though, nothing more, and he reassured you of that.

One minute turned into five, then five into ten, then ten into fifteen. Ten of those minutes were dedicated to cherishing the body that belonged to the recipient of your adoration.

The white noise of running water came to an end with a twist of your wrist. He pulled you close, curling his fingers under your jaw as he leaned in to kiss your lips. It was a small token of appreciation for how tender you always were with him. Droplets from his hair fell onto you, for some reason it felt intimate. “Thanks…I feel as good as new.”

“You should get some shut eye after this, when’s the last time you slept?”

“Been a while.” God, he didn’t even remember. His assignment had been long and frankly he hadn’t had the luxury of resting.

Leon shook his head before scrunching his hair with a smaller towel that hung from the curtain rod, some of the water on his hair went flying.

“Bad dog!” You couldn’t help but giggle.

He shot you an amused huff. “Yeah yeah, my bad.”

Accepting love had been hard, but you were full of it and oh so willing to give it that Leon had grown to depend on you.

Maybe you and him were meant for one another.

[seijorhi]

Hi Rhi! I hope you are well <3

With the coming of Spooktober (i’m sooo excited), I reread Scar Tissue, and if I may ask, how do you think Atsumu’s ruts are? I want him to force me to have his babies so bad why lie 😂 Also,, would you think he would be more intense during his ruts or reader’s heats 🫣

atsumu's horny at the best of times, when he's in a rut that kicks into overdrive. i wouldn't say it's the only thing he's concerned with, as he's still gotta eat and make sure the reader's in good enough condition to properly breed, but mostly he's consumed with the need to stick his dick inside of her and knock her the hell up. preferably with a whole litter.

he can feel the onset days before it actually hits, plenty of time for him to get his mate off somewhere secluded, somewhere safe – somewhere they won't be interrupted (and god help the poor soul that does – werewolves tend to be territorial).

i will say that he has the least amount of control over himself during his rut. it's not uncommon to shift mid-way through :))

as for the last question, it's a different kind of intensity. when he's in his rut he's not fully himself, much less in control. he reverts to base instincts; he won't stop, or slow down and it can get... kind of violent. nothing matters but having his mate knotted and bred.

the reader's heat on the other hand, he's gonna enjoy that. having her at his mercy, begging to be fucked and filled. he can be mean with it, too. he's still an animal, but at least he's got some semblance of cognizance.

[crush3dmary]

All this talk about fics being inspired by other fics lately is funny to me because Philosophy was actually influenced by a fic called Scar Tissue on ffnet. I read it at my wife's recommendation after I finished rewatching ygo a few years back and I got mad that it was never finished and hadn't updated in a decade, and then got thinking about what might lead up to the events of the fic. Scar Tissue plays it pretty straight in that Ryou was always fucked up but hid it very well, and then after Bakura wins and revives Zorc, he goes apeshit, and it kind of got me thinking, "what would it take for Ryou to have gotten to this point on his own? What if Bakura hadn't been influencing him, too?" and decided I wanted to explore the idea more with a different focus on different things.

The fics are like, night and day different, though I did throw in a couple references to the fic here and there seeing as Philosophy wouldn't have happened without it, and like, I dunno, it just makes me laugh a bit that someone is jumping to call someone else's fic a ripoff of mine when mine was influenced by another fic in the first place. I think it's totally possible to make something your own while still being inspired by something else, and honestly, even if you read Scar Tissue you'd probably see the influence, but they're both very different experiences and very different stories being told. I think that's what makes fic so interesting though, because with the exception of straight up plagiarism, no two people are going to play out a similar idea in the same way.

Hell, even in Symphonia, I wrote a declining Tethe'alla AU, and I could read those until the end of time. I don't feel like anyone who has done it since Weltschmerz has 'copied me' or anything because I love the premise and I want to see how other people might pull it off differently than I did. I think the same can be said of anything really, as long as you're not like, ripping stuff or ideas word for word, I think taking inspiration from other things is actually a good thing, so long as you give credit where credit is due (if necessary of course).

[galaxythreads]

Scar Tissue chapter 2 this friday, September 22nd!! :)