#slightly angsty

[hockey-disaster-bi]

willmack for "You don't get points for suffering quietly."

Something was wrong with Will.

Mack might not be the most emotionally aware person in existence, but he could see it.

He could see the way that Will was drawing in on himself. How he was making himself smaller in hopes that no one would notice him. He went from being relaxed around the team to forcing his smiles and laughter in a way that made Mack's skin crawl.

No one else seemed to notice the way Will cracked jokes just to disappear into the background. How he started debates to keep people from looking to him when he was normally the social butterfly of the group, constantly making sure people were okay including the vets who would chirp him and ruffle his hair as if he was still a rookie.

Everyone else seemed to place the blame on the end of the season, but Mack knew better.

He knew better because he knew Will better than anyone on the team.

Will was Mack's person.

That was the best way he could describe the way he felt about Will. He was simply his person. The one that made sense when nothing else did. The person that made Mack feel like Mack and not some product that was being sold to people to keep them filling seats at the rink.

Mack knew Will better than he knew himself, and whatever this was had been buiidling for months now.

Maybe that was why he found himself staring at Will's side profile while some movie played on the tv of the apartment they were renting in Boston.

Will's jaw tensed. His shoulders had been stiff for weeks now. His body language, to Mack, screamed "don't look at me, don't talk to me".

Even when they had met up with Gabe, Will had kept his defenses high and Mack hated it.

He hated the fact that Will was hurting and locking everyone out because he thought he had to carry whatever it was alone.

"Stop staring at me"

Will's voice cut through the noise and the thoughts that were swirling in Mack's head.

He didn't even turn to look at him.

His eyes remained focused on the television, unseeing and unfocused.

"No", Mack replied without even thinking, "Not until you admit that something is wrong. Cause it is. I know it is"

The muscle in Will's jaw jumped as if he clenching his jaw even harder than before.

"Nothing is wrong", Will huffed, keeping his gaze on the couple arguing on the television, "You're imagining things"

Mack resisted the urge to grab his face and make him look at him. He knew that wouldn't make things better or right.

"I hate when you lie to me", Mack knew he was aiming low with that one. Will let out a hurt sound and finally looked at him, eyebrows pinched together in concern, "I know you're hurting. I want to be here for you. I'm your....I'm....what we have means something. I don't want to watch you hurt silently and pretend it's not happening"

Will's gaze softened a fraction at Mack stumbling over what to call this thing had because despite having no label, both of them just how much this meant.

Mack had toyed with the word love. He hadn't said it out loud. He didn't think it encompessed everything he felt for Will, but that didn't mean he didn't feel it.

"Mack....Macklin, you know I..."

Mack reached out to wrap his fingers around Will's wrist, squeezing soft because he did know.

They didn't need to say it or label it yet for him to know.

"Then let me in", Mack whispered, almost afraid incase Will shut him out again, "You don't get points for suffering quietly. You told me that, so now it's my turn"

Will looked at him, and his gaze wavered. He blinked, and suddenly those blue eyes Mack adore were watering, filling with tears that Will had been holding back for months now.

Mack moved.

He didn't even think. He just moved. Placing himself in Will's lap so he could bundle him into his arms. Will's forehead hit his collarbone, and Mack just wrapped him up in his arms, letting Will finally fall apart in a place that he felt safe to do so.

"I've got you" Mack whispered against blond curls, "I've always got you"

It wasn't a solution.

They would need to put words to what Will was feeling, but for now, it was enough.

[the-lady-siubhan]

Go Ahead

Rated E (very E, you've been warned)

Pg excerpt from Ch 2 below

Happy Valentines, belated

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“Okie dokie! Let's see… we could go witness the famous Martin Luther King speech? Or see the Jazz Singer in theatres for its very first screening? Or watch the fall of the Berlin—”

“—are we just not gonna talk about it?” She interrupted, leaning against the console with her arms crossed. “... ‘Cause, I can handle it if last night was just a one-off thing. And like, it doesn't have to be a big deal or anything… But I'm not gonna sit here pretending it never happened, alright? That's not on.”

The Doctor had dropped his eyes to the screen again. His jaw was set and his brooding brow in a deep furrow. 

“... Do you… I mean, do you regret it? I don't wanna… listen, it sucks if you regret it, ‘cause I don't wanna lose you, Doctor. So… if you do regret it, could you get over it?”

“You don't regret it, then?” The question burst out of him, as if he'd been holding it back all morning. When she didn't answer right away he finally looked her in the eye, and that glimmer from last night was there again, the hint of hope and fear mixed together. She stared, slightly caught off guard for a moment, before slowly shaking her head. His own expression relaxed at last, falling into cool thoughtfulness. He sunk his hands into his trouser pockets and wandered over to the railing opposite her, leaning there with his chin raised and eyes assessing. 

“Alright, then. Let's talk.”

God, that expression would forever turn her on now. Damn him. 

Keenly aware of her bright pink face, Rose challenged herself to hold his gaze. “Right. Well, it was… fun.”

“Fun?”

“... Hot.”

“Yeah?”

She scoffed, “yeah, Doctor. It was… amazing. What about you?”

He worked his jaw, clearly wrestling with something. “Yeah, Rose. It was really amazing.”

Relief washed over her, and she combed shaky fingers through her messy hair, “that's really good to hear.” 

“We shouldn't do it again, though.”

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[lyrashadescream317]

September 16th, a date to cry about...

For a teenager whose life is split in two, having little to no time to actually do much other than study (or try to), fight some ghosts and make hell out of Vlad's immortal life. Especially after 2 years in that same routine.

Though he never was one to pay attention and follow the ghost culture that much, there were a few things of which he actually did, though he only found out after 1 year and a half, and today it's his chance to do one of them, especially when it's his deathday...

Sure, it's not exactly called like that, but it's much better than say he'll celebrate "the day he turned into a ghost and must be left alone for a while" like Frostbite said... Or maybe he just forgot the actual name for said event. Whatever.

Maybe he'll be grounded for disappearing for more than 18 hours by his parents, maybe his friends will be desperate almost thinking the GIW took him, but it's a bit worth it...

Now he just needs to decide on something...

Should he sleep in a coffin for a whole day or just cry all day somewhere no one would find him?...

Well, he sure is sleepy and don't want to do something, he doesn't really have any idea of what he could do in such a day... At least now he knows why he felt so gloomy and antisocial last year in that same day and month.

[paradoxsun]

BKDK Fic Rec- True North- Blinkomatic

I talk a lot about BKDK on here and how disappointed I am in the absolute last chapter, but I really, really want to share a fic with everyone. This fic, to me, is the absolute peak of bkdk. When I was heavily in my bkdk feels and dealing with their separation in the semi final scene and the agony of seeing Izuku be torn apart and stripped of his power after that briefly lived, bright beautiful dream of hero life, this fic gathered me in its arms and held me close. It gave me hug and said, "I understand. I love them too. Let's see them together one last time."

I love this fic. I love it to a point that my words fail me now. I lived its heart for weeks and came out content. It is in my heart, one of the most beautiful, complete, in character fics I have read. Everything from the pacing, the character development, the plot, the set scene- every single sentence, every single word choice, was so carefully set by the author that I weep just thinking of it.

The fic is True North by Blinkomatic [ @blinkomaticz ]. I know most of you find fics by Kudos, Bookmarks or others' Bookmarks, but I'm begging you, genuinely, please, please give this fic a chance. I love it so fucking much and the author deserves so much recognition for the way they have charted out Izuku and Katsuki's relationship over a decade in just 9 chapters. It is also in Bakugo's POV which is such a rare treat and the author has captured his voice to perfection.

It also has amazing art!!

Again, please do check it out. In my heart, this is the epilogue. This is the Midoriya Izuku I recognise and this is the Bakugou Katsuki I loved against my will.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

The Battered Dragon

Buckle up, buttercups. This is a long one.

Jaune: Soooo... (continues looking around at the "forest" around him) where do you guys think we are?

Ruby: I don't know. I honestly didn't think I'd find anyone that quickly. Even if half of the group was tied up my a village of mice.

Weiss: (plucking a thorn out of her sleeve)They were... craftier than I would have thought.

Blake: (ears wilt) It makes me wonder where Yang is, or if she's okay.

Weiss: (places a hand on Blake's shoulder comfortingly) I'm sure we'll find Yang. You have to remember that this is Yang we're talking about. If anyone can manage surviving in an unknown world filled with random dangers, I'd place the charred remains of the Schnee fortune on it.

Blake: (ears perk up slightly) Yeah, you're right.

Weiss: (watches as Ruby and Jaune discuss what steps they should take next) You know. When we find her, it might be a good idea to have a bit of a heart-to-heart with Yang.

Blake: (ears spring skyward) I-I don't know what you're talking about.

Weiss: Blake, you almost jumped off the platform after Yang. I dragged you off the literal brink, and you immediately went feral on Neo afterwards.

Blake: I'm that obvious, huh?

Weiss: To everyone except Yang herself... (watches as Ruby trips over a random tree root and pulls Jaune down to the ground with her) And maybe those two.

Blake: (chuckles softly)

Jaune: Hey! Do you guys think we'll see the Lively Carpenter or the Battered Dragon???

Ruby: The Battered Dragon? I don't remember that character from the story.

Blake: The Battered Dragon was a strong warrior that fought back the night in a fiery blaze, but was always warm and kind towards the people in the book.

Weiss: We're not in a storybook. But! If we were, I wouldn't mind meeting the Lively Carpenter. They were so sweet in the story.

Jaune: I remember the Battered Dragon was like a barbarian of sorts. Super cool and strong who fought with her fists.

Ruby: I don't remember Yang ever reading that character. Actually, I don't remember her reading me that story at all.

Jaune: Huh... That's odd. I would have though- (draws sword) INCOMIIIIIING!!!

Jabberwalker: (bounds through the canopy into the clearing and slashes at Jaune)

Ruby: Jaune! (pulls Jaune out of the way)

Blake: Ruby! (throws Gambol Shroud, wraps the ribbon around Ruby, and yanks her back)

Weiss: (glyph attacks Jabberwalker and blasts it back)

Jabberwalker: Seeking - Searching - Contacting - DEVOURING!!! (leaps towards the group and slashes at the group wildly)

RWBJ: (get tossed to the ground)

Jabberwalker: (tail whips Blake to pin her down and leaps onto her)

Blake: (blocks claws with her sword and struggles to keep the claw from her face)

RWJ: Blake!

??? : I said I wasn't done with you yet!!!

-Burning fireball of stone barrels in and slams against the Jabberwalker's head, shattering into a million smoldering pieces as molten rock oozes over spiral horns-

??? : (rugged, dark brown leather adorned with intricate patterns and fur trims, well-worn trousers and boots, tanned leather tank top with tatters at the hem where the bottom has been torn off, revealing muscular abs and a few battle scars, and a blazing heart tattoo on a well-endowed chest. Scarred left arm is on display, muscles rippling as powerful hands grab the Jabberwalker's horns, while a paint chipped, slightly rusted metallic right arm glints dully in the sunshine. A purple bandana tied off where the metal meets flesh. Black and brown leather hand armor and pauldron adorn the left shoulder and hand with golden brown/grey whisps of fur protrude from under the plates. Burning golden hair burn out in a long trail behind a scorched, wooden dragon mask)

??? : Did you honestly think I'd let you hurt anyone here? (punches Jabberwalker a few times in the face) Then you're crazier than I thought! (throws Jabberwalker over to the next acre)

RWBJ: (stare in shock)

Jaune: (gasps like an excited child) Oh, my gosh! It's the Battered Dragon!!!

Blake: The Battered Dragon! In PERSON!

Weiss: We're actually in a fairytale....

Battered Dragon: (panting before squaring her shoulders and turning to RWBJ) Dammit! (takes off her mask, revealing one lilac and one crimson eye and three scars on her jaw) You guys weren't supposed to be here.

Jaune: Is that...?

Weiss: Yang?

Ruby: (walks up to the Battered Dragon) Yang?

Battered Dragon: (shakes her head, dislodging the tears in her eyes before nodding firmly) Yeah, Rubes. It's me. And you guys weren't supposed to-

Ruby: (grabs Yang's hand tightly) If you didn't think we'd come looking for you, then you must have forgotten who raised me.

Battered Dragon Yang: (sniffs and holds Ruby's hand) Right. I'm just... glad to see you guys again after all this ti- PUAH!!!

Blake: (tackles BDY to the ground and hugs her tight) Yang~

Battered Dragon Yang: (shocked eyes glance at Blake briefly before tears slip from her eyes, her nose wrinkles in an attempt to keep from crying, and she breaks. Arms wrap around Blake like a lifeline) It's actually you....

Weiss: (after a few minutes) Yang, what happened to you?

Battered Dragon Yang: It's... a long story...

[chucklee118]

I've had this headcanon for a while about Iruma's absolute dodging ability.

I know it's generally not the sort of manga where it'd happen, but I predict that the first time Iruma takes on serious or possibly even lasting damage will be because he takes on a hit that would have otherwise hurt one of his friends.

[talesofurbania]

Snippet #4

‘And that’s–,’ Villain tried to speak through their helpless giggles, but it was hard when Hero was also rolling on the floor in front of them in tears of laughter. 

‘--that’s how he learned the important lesson that a picnic, on a windy day ON A BEACH was a BAD idea,’ they managed to gasp, catching their breath and taking a long slug from the almost-finished bottle of red wine the two were passing between them. 

‘Oh man,’ Hero sighed, sitting up and making grabby hands for the bottle. Villain passed it over and Hero stared down at it, pouting when they realised it was empty. 

‘Awww, you finished it.’

‘S’not my fault, you were too busy laughing at me,’ Villain grinned. 

‘Ya know what, I’mma just get some more-,’ Hero began, trying to stand before their legs gave out and they flopped back onto the carpeted floor of the villain’s living room with an ‘oof.’ 

‘Hey Hero?,’ Villain drawled, opening an eye with some effort (when had they closed them?).

‘Yuh huh?’ 

Hero looked like they too were struggling to stay awake, lolling their head towards Villain in an attempt to pay attention.

‘I’m…,’ they swallowed, momentarily self-conscious about speaking so openly to their nemesis, but the wine had loosened their tongue a while back so they went on.

‘I like spendin’ time with you.’

Hero nodded slowly, up and down, as if pondering a great problem. 

‘M-Me too.’

‘D’you think,’ Villain said slightly louder, trying to sit up against the foot of their couch, ‘that if the first time we met hadn’t been facing each other on opposite sides of the battlefield, then maybe…maybe we would’ve been friends?’

‘Yes,’ Hero answered confidently, still nodding exaggeratedly. But they looked perfectly serious, and their lips were drawn into a sad smile. 

‘Maybe….maybe even more.’

Villain’s head jerked up. ‘Really?’

‘I could’ve fallen in love with you very easily I think.’ They were gazing softly at the villain now. 

‘Would you’ve asked me out? Like on a date?’ 

Villain suddenly found themselves holding their breath. For what, they didn’t know. But the air seemed tight with tension, and their heart was beating in their ears. 

‘Yeah,’ Hero grinned, albeit a little woozily. They stared silently through the window at the darkened sky. ‘And what would you have said?’

Villain didn’t even think about it. 

‘Yes,’ they breathed, their eyes searching Hero’s face, lingering on their upturned lips and soft eyes through which something ineffable was shining. 

The two of them looked at each other wordlessly until they fell asleep, dreaming of a world where there were no heroes or villains, just laughter and kisses and fingers twined together under the warmth of blankets.

[sgt-bell]

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@sgt-legrant

OC's Background Relationship Ask Game

🍑 - Notable flings

Oh, askin' the juicy questions I see... Fair dinkum. Er... Lets see.

This girl back home, Chloe. Beautiful girl, stunning. She's a barmaid at the local watering hole. We hook up when I'm home - I am PUNCHING above my weight.

Nah, yeah, I like the girl, I really do, but... She wants to settle down and have a family back in Orange, and me? I'm not really interested in staying out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere my whole life. So it's best I don't pursue that.

I do hope she gets what she wants. She deserves it.