#and i think this movie gave me some i'm buzzing with the need to create

[chaotictomtom]

if you think you're getting away! i will prove you wrong!!! i'll take you all the way, stay another song!!! i'll blow you all away, hey 🗣️ it's murder on da dancefloor 🕺

[f-t-e]

I started watching SUPERNATURAL in November 2020. I know, I know. My partner and I had been isolating alone since March. The timing felt right. I went though a wild amount of upheaval and trauma over the next year and SPN was there for me through it all. It was THE show at THE time and it kept me afloat when I needed it the most. Since November 2021 I've written just about 110,000 words of SPN fanfic, a number that seems unbelievable to me, and that too has been a real blessing to my creative life, no matter what haters say. (why didn't I write my own novels in that time? Because I have a hobby, Karen, and I love it.) And I've read about 500000x that much fanfic, which has been the biggest blessing of all. (ETA: oh right, if you want to read my fic, you can find my stuff here, I wrote a fic where Dean reads books. Lots of books.)

I know I'm a nobody in this fandom but I thought on this, our #DestielDay, I would submit my own humble rec list. I've curated this very deliberately: every fic here has just about 4000 hits or less (most under 3000) and all were published in 2020 or after. So, sort of a rec list for some lesser known and newer fics, something you maybe haven't stumbled on yet. Especially thank you to @jewishcharliebradbury, her rec lists gave me a place to start back in the day and I have tried to model the depth and quality they brought to their lists. I tried to link to everyone's tumblr, but if I missed one, let me know.

Most of all, thank you to everyone who has EVER created something for this fandom, from 2005 to 2023. I am so thankful and, honestly, honored to be among your number. You're not supposed to be cringe and say a show saved your life...but SUPERNATURAL saved me, it really did. See y'all when the movie/reboot drops, to quote Ryan Gosling in The Notebook: IT WASN'T OVER, IT STILL ISN'T OVER. And I'm glad.

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Finale Fix-It & S15 and Beyond

What The Moon Was Saying by Amiril (@runawaymarbles)

This is hands-down one of the coolest “Dean Rescues Cas from the Empty” fics I have ever read and the concept is brilliantly structured to mirror the literal and metaphorical things Dean needs to give up and let go to get free. Every scenario is very satisfying and they make sense, is there any better feeling? Dean is very open in this, but in a believable way that still has edges. And, oh, the reunion is so good. Plus all the family stuff. Just excellent, exactly what you want in a fic like this: lovely, well-written, smart, fulfilling, all the pieces clicking, the show but better.

Awake and Annoying by skycruise

I love the use and passage of time in this one, it has some real impact, and I love the way Dean gets into the Empty (so smart, fits just right) and what I REALLY love in this one is the way it lets Dean be really clear-eyed and honest about his relationship with Sam, both the strengths and the weaknesses. And the last line, very clever and moving inverse of one of fandom’s favorite things. 

Living the life you chose by allthismusic

THEEEEE post finale Sam Winchester-Outsider-POV this fandom needs. Sam is absolutely awesome in this, the most believable, loving, realistic mix of “I knew all along” and “I had no idea” versions of Sam, landing somewhere I think that’s really true and in character. It fills in and develops so many gaps and silences in what the show let Sam know in the absolute best way. Best Brother Sam is a weakness of mine and he really shines here, there for Dean in the best ways but also coming into his own, I love it so very much. (this author also has a very great 2022 Big Bang fic, hugely recommend that one too.)

your ear to the wound that whispers by EmandFandems (@lazarusemma)

Who doesn’t love a HANDPRINT FIC?!? And boy this is such a good one. It follows Dean and his thoughts on the handprint from the first touch all the way to fixing the finale and it simply buzzes with longing and desire, tenderness and rawness. It’s great insight in lot of ways into Dean’s journey. It’s short but fulfilling and oh that very perfect last line. (this author also has a lot of great Jupernatural content.)  

Somewhere Off in the Dark by magickastiel 

Another awesome fic that traces Dean’s shifting/growing feelings for Cas from when he shows up in his hotel rooms to a HEA fix it after canon. Dean, again, is handled so deftly in this one, his confusion and sorrow at all the times Cas is slipping away from him all the way through the things he won’t let himself know. He feels really true in this one, sharp and tender in the best Dean ways. Also it has an agonizingly romantic end, you love to end up there.

Pins and Feathers by theskywasblue (@buttherewasnogod)

This author has so many freaking good SPN fics, omg it was almost impossible to pick just one to include on this list. Go treat yourself with their entire list because there’s so much good stuff there! But this one, oh I am a sucker for a finale fix-it that lets Dean be this tender. While I LOVE fics where he just jumps right into Cas’s arms (and write them lol) I also feel like this is so true to Dean too: that “maybe I misunderstood, maybe I shouldn’t say anything, maybe he doesn’t still –” And on top of all that, it’s a “they go the beach” fic and it gets the details of it so right, sand in your toes and all. Tender, amazing slow-burn, real, hot, full of heart and longing and everything unspoken and just waiting. Very satisfying!

i loved you first by kalmialatifolia

A set of four short fics that create an entire world of feeling and emotion. These feel like little whispered stories told under the covers, very atmospheric. There’s one very sexy one, a haircutting one (so good) and they’re just intimate. All together a great set and did I mention they’re in the “Cas saves himself” genre which is mmmm an underrated treasure.

no other faith is light enough for this place by anonymous 

A fix-it fic that has a particularly unique and beautiful visual of both how and why Cas comes back. The mechanics behind it are fairly standard but the way this author creates the visual of it, the sheer emotion and force behind it and how it happens, it really stood out to me and stuck with me. It’s Dean being brave enough to really feel and the way that just blossoms – lovely, aching, full-tilt wonderful.

 no proof, one touch by TakeThisWaltz (@watchinghimrakeleaves)

One thing I absolutely cannot get enough of is fic where Cas is hiding out from Dean in heaven. It just hits. And the only thing better is Dean chasing him down and the WAY he does it in this fic, methodically and – well the method (sobs) it is so endearing and OBVIOUS and gives Dean a chance to shout in all the best ways. This one is just real sweet and kind of goofy and if they have to be in heaven, I want them to still be these same two dorks.

Stay by redbrickrose

This is a post S15x18 from Cas’s POV and I think it’s very true to where he would be in the moment of getting yanked out of the Empty: resigned, hesitant about what he has in front of him, still a little in shock. And then. And then. Sweet and simple and Dean gets a chance to say, say, say it. This author has a good post series AU and a lovely little spate of S15 codas, all good. And then wrote this in real-time in the week after 15x18 Despair and right before 15x19 Inherit the Earth aired (could you just sob over the possibilities?!) and then hasn’t wrote anything since and that’s a shame but, like, yeah I get it.

like a one-two punch by Muir_Wolf (@muirmarie)

Don’t you love a short fic that feels like it’s a whole novel? This goes AU after 14x20 Moriah but it is a truly delightful twist on how Chuck could’ve reacted there and it makes Dean sharp as a knife, which is one really resonant image woven through this fic. Great imagery here and so many clever solutions for the lazy plotting of S15, including simply one of my all-time favorites in any fic ever solutions to Cas’s deal (genius) and getting rid of Chuck. Brilliant like a puzzle box yet still full of so much fucking joy.

maybe i like pleasure pain by tothewillofthepeople (@kvothes)

The fact that this was written in October 2023 and is so agonizingly good fills my heart with joy and tells me Destiel will never die lol. Cas, in particular, is great in this – he’s having a hard time adjusting to being in a body and with all the fuzz of the world. I love fics where Cas struggles with coming back from the Empty and this uses a really unique approach to it: Cas facing sensory overload and not knowing how to feel but wanting it all. Lovely, hot, Dean is just right in this too.

Earlier Canon (pre S15)

Proverbs 13:12 by starlingcas (@angelcasendgame)

Many might say I am biased because Renu has beta’ed everything I have written in the SPN fandom and they can read my brain and make everything I write better. But it’s not just that. Renu has done something beautiful and delicate in this fic, which is about Dean and Cas getting trapped in a net together (forced proximity trope, yes please) and weaves a web of its own; pulling you in just as they are pulled together. This is set mostly in early S14 (before fixing the finale in the most heart-healing way) and captures that feeling so well. There’s so much that’s unsaid between them yet still conveyed and Renu absolutely nails that, along with the tender longing that was always there. This is a fic to relish.

you may tire of me (as our december sun is setting) by deludedfantasy

You know how the show just sometimes is like “uh so anyway uh then Cas…uh…left.” and it just doesn’t make one lick of sense? FINALLY FINALLY a fic where Dean says “I’ll go with you,” and then goes because he actually would do that. This is a post Tombstone fic so it is exactly where/when he WOULD go and it is tender and hesitant and aching in just all the ways it would be between the two of them at this time. It’s about needing to keep someone in sight, it’s about having another chance to say something so important, it’s slow and soft and just right for the characters in this place. I could read this one about 100 times.

the anatomy of flightless birds by cowlovely (@dollhousemary)

This fic is basically the way you feel when you get all cozy and snug underneath your favorite blanket. This is a domestic-life-in-the Bunker S9 fic where everyone behaves like they are in character and not just like they have to get Cas off screen because the writers panicked. You’ll just want to curl up in this fic and savor it the way you wrap your fingers around a hot beverage on a very cold day, there’s no better way to describe it.

virtue by JenTheSweetie

I think I’ve read this about 100 times and it still gets me everytime? It’s a five things fic about Dean and Cas hooking up and it’s all you’ve ever wished for. This is set in an amorphous S8 and it is not just agonizingly hot but also romantic and very funny. It feels really in character! Sam is hilarious, Dean is clueless but bowled over and letting himself be swept up, Cas is delighting in every second and smarter than he lets on and it ALL feels fated and lovely and sexy and just splendid. (this author only has 3 SPN fics but they are all so good and if you try sometimes, well you just might find is an absolutely brilliant deconstruction of Dean learning the differences between “needing” and “wanting.”)

Romance at the Motel 6 by shelia_amour 

This fic makes me feel like Stefon from SNL. This fic has everything: Cas and Sam pretending to be married, just the right amount of jealous Dean, Dean randomly pretending to be married to Cas, Dean realizing maybe this isn’t so fake after all, motel vibes, Cas in Dean’s clothes, Cas getting bee slippers. If you are not sold on this already, we are very different people. So good, aches just right. (set in a kind of “whenever” of canon, but I like to put it somewhere in S8.)

que sera sera by Purple_Starflower (@hauntedpearl)

The epitome of how fanfic unfolds for us all the things that COULD happen. You can’t PROVE to me Dean and Cas never snuck off to snuggle and feed Dean’s touch-starvation early in S13. I had to check when I finished because I just couldn’t believe this fic was under 4000 words because it feels so full of touch, longing, the things unspoken, and all the ways Dean was reaching, reaching, reaching. The best kind of ache, and everything by this author is lovely. 

the hard edge that you’re settling for by lesspopped (@trekkiedean)

This is some S10 Demon!Dean that made my stomach hurt and my heart ache and I absolutely loved it and I absolutely hated it and it all felt so REAL with who Demon!Dean was and could have been. There’s a TW for mildly dubious consent in this, but to me, Cas was so agonizingly true to who he was/where he was at this point in canon too. This fic is gloriously, claustrophobically intimate. I say unbearable because as a reader you know that this closeness, this intimacy, is what Dean wants/craves/deserves but can only give himself as a demon and the author does an exquisite job at getting all that across. Hurts so good! 

four of swords by sundryvillians (eurythmix) (@perenial)

Can the world ever have enough post 12x12 fic? The answer is, of course, no. Dean and Cas bake bread and in the soft space of creating something with their own hands, get so close to the words Cas said. It’s about healing and anger and making something just because you are so tired of everything breaking. If that alone isn’t enough to convince you, let me also throw in this is another one of those “possible off-screen moments in canon” that gives them something honest and tender and raw and it feels so very possible. 

Fifteen Prayers From the Faithless by koyas_cat

Short, achy, that sweet sting. A set of prayers for Cas from the beginning to the end, full of all the things Dean doesn’t let himself say outloud and just reflecting the changes in their connection over alllll the years. So good.

[rebelfell]

every time you post pornstar!Eddie I feel like that picture of the wolf tearing his shirt open

if I didn't have a fear of being perceived and also digital footprint I'd be in your comments posting that image 0.2 seconds after you hit the publish button

but since I am and tumblr won't let me send images from anon, just know that I am thinking that picture so hard hoping the vibes go through my little device and to you <3

WAIT ALSO

I have a lore questions

What do they do outside of the porn stuff? Like they can't be doing that 24/7 but what are reader's hobbies? Also will Eddie be using more of his masseuse skills (reader probably needs it in their shoulders from nights spent hunched over the editing software)??

Also what about interactions that are outside of the porn realm? Do they get coffee? Do they stumble upon each other at the store? Can Eddie even go to the store as porn's new hot star or does he have to go in disguise? What's it like without all the cameras and the moans and the nakedness? Is it more vulnerable with their clothes on??

I know there's still more content to come but I really want to just dive head first in and swim through all the details and longing. no more dragging out the plot!! I'm slobbering against the glass. let me in please. I promise I don't have rabies :D ignore the foaming at the mouth I'm just excited!

I’m so glad you like them, bubs! And ohhhhhhhh my gosh so many good questions! You gave me lots and lots to think about the last few days…

I’ve not thought too much about the lore of this story because it started as a horny drabble, BUT I’ll throw some too many thoughts under the cut.

I think at least in the beginning, there was not much outside of work that R had time for.

In my head, you were kind of carrying out every task on your own cos you just really wanted this new endeavor to work. It’s not that you “hated” porn, you just always had felt like you were more suited to being behind the camera and you finally had the opportunity to prove your mettle.

So it wasn’t 24/7, but it took up a fair amount of your time and didn’t leave room for much else.

And I think the basis of your connection with Eddie was in your working relationship, so most of the things you do together would be work stuff. He absolutely offered massages and you initially turned them down, not wanting to cross any boundaries or blur any lines (nice try).

But after one particularly long editing session… it’s just too good an offer to pass up. Plus, it led to him telling you about massage school, and...

Well, we know how that turned out.

I would also like to think R is a big movie buff. Sort of like a less-annoying Dawson Leery where you made movies with a shitty camcorder in your backyard and just really enjoyed the idea of bringing an idea in your head to life.

Definitely a very creative/imaginative type.

And I feel like you got into the porn industry thinking ‘I can do this for money and then work on my stuff in my down time’ and eventually got to a point where you were just phoning it in, and you weren’t working on anything, just kind of going through the motions. A little lost.

Then Eddie shows up and he becomes your muse and collaborator all in one neat and tidy package. You feel inspired again and you get this urge to Create that you haven't felt in a long time.

Outside of work, you are definitely friends. But I think Eddie had to do a lot of coaxing to get you to ease up on work. Once you start generating some buzz and revenue for the studio and start getting more funding/crew etc, Eddie is the one who has to remind you that you don't have to do everything anymore and you can (and need) to take time for yourself once in a while.

With him, if you want 🙃

I could see you two walking around a museum or art installation and talking about the pieces and getting into long debates about them. I don't see Eddie as a big ArT gUY, but I think he likes looking at the things you look at and trying to see them through your eyes. I think he's just fascinated by your mind and your vision and that's one way he's able to somewhat experience it.

And it’s during these moments away from all the lights and the cameras and the grunting and the moaning and the squishy noises that he feels so much more intimate with you. Because neither one of you is being your Work Self.

Eddie also feels 1000% more vulnerable with his clothes on. For someone who is naked for a living, he feels so much more exposed when he reveals something about his personality like a band he likes via a t-shirt or something like that.

He's still carrying around that Hawkins-induced shame about being a "freak" for the kind of music he likes or being ostracized for his hobbies. And I think there will always be a part of him that fears the judgement of that side of himself.

And for you, seeing him in clothes feels almost more intimate than seeing him naked? Because when he's naked, he's working, he's got his game face on, his bareness is like armor almost. When he is in his regular clothes, he doesn't have those walls up anymore and you feel like you're seeing the real him. That's not Eddie Munson, Pornstar.

That's just...Eddie.

for your viewing pleasure

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Movie Theater Adventures

Summary: Peter 1, 2, and 3 go to see a movie together and chaos ensues 😁

(Have a great week guys ❤️ hope you're all having a great day ❤️)

"You guys seriously did not have to do this."

Three turned toward the backseat. "For the millionth time Pete, we wanted to."

"You've been under a lot of stress lately kiddo and we know what that's like." Two smiled at him through the rearview mirror. "Sometimes you just need a movie break with friends."

"I cannot wait to see this movie." Three buzzed. "It looks so good!"

"Which one are we seeing?" One asked.

"You'll see when we get there." Two winked at him.

One leaned back in the seat. The older two had surprised the youngest after a long day at work. He had come back from the pizza shop to find them both in the living room. Doctor Octavius and Peter 2 had final been able to create a way for them to travel through dimensions a few months ago and it was taking some adjusting to randomly seeing another version of you in the living room.

It was even stranger when one of them announces they're kidnapping you for the evening. The older two had ushered One to his closet, telling him to put on his comfiest outfit and shoes for a movie day. However, they wouldn't tell him what movie they were seeing because they wanted it to be a surprise.

One fiddled with the sleeve of his science themed sweatshirt. "Could you give me a hint?"

Three ruffled his hair. "It's a movie you'll really love."

Once they pulled into the parking lot, One leaned closer. "Can you tell me now?"

"Have patience little Pete." Two opened the door. "Come on."

The youngest Peter curiously followed the older two toward the theater. He glanced at the posters on the outside in hopes of picking up on one that would give him a clue to the movie, but none of them really stood out to him.

Instead, he had to wait until Two talked to the lady at the kitchen counter. "Three tickets to see A New Hope please."

One's eyes widened. "What?"

"They're running a special this week." Peter 3 nudged his brother. "All of the older Star Wars movies are being shown in theaters for their anniversary."

"So we can actually see A New Hope in theaters? Like actually on the big screen?"

"Yehep. Thought this would be a gohood weheekend idea," Peter Two replied.

"Yes!" Peter 1 reached into his pocket for his wallet. "I'm so looking---."

Peter 2 stepped in front of the youngest and gave the lady his card. "Just put all three of them on my card please."

"Yes sir." The lady took the card.

"Here, I'll pay you back for---."

The oldest cut off the youngest. "No need."

"What?"

"It's my treat One, don't worry about it."

Peter 1's jaw dropped. "I can't let you do that!"

While the two fought over the tickets, the lady behind the counter slid all three tickets over with Two's card. "And that's two adults and one---."

Before the lady could finish her statement, Two gathered what she handed him. "Thank you."

Three wrapped an arm around the youngest's shoulders before steering him inside. "Come on Uno."

"W-wait! You can't just---!"

"Already have One." Peter 2 gave him another hair ruffle.

Peter 3 directed the group toward the concession stand. "Nothing you can do now. We said we'd kidnap you for a movie day so it's our treat."

"But I'm an adult!" Peter 1 pulled away. "Not a child!"

"Adults can still have free passes Peter," Two soothed. "Think of it as a gift for working so hard."

One crossed his arms. "Like getting good grades on my report card."

Peter 3 shrugged. "Eh, kind of."

The youngest blushed and turtled into his shoulders.

Two nudged him. "Hey, just say thank you and enjoy it, okay?"

Peter 1 wanted to continue arguing, but he was already being pulled into line at the concession stand. The blush on his face darkened as they made their way to the front.

"You haven't had dinner yet Pete. Do you want something to eat?" Three asked.

One shook his head.

"You sure? They've got pizza or chicken."

One shook his head again. "Just popcorn please? I can share with someone."

Peter 3 pulled the youngest close and pinched his cheek. "You're a growing boy. You need your own food."

One whined. "Noho!"

"Excuse me." A worker behind the concession counter asked. "Could I see your tickets really quickly?"

"Um sure?" Two handed over the tickets. "Is there a problem?"

The worker looked over the tickets. "Nope, no problem here. You actually have a discount."

"Really?"

"Yeah." The employee pointed to the board behind him. "You get half off one of the kid's meals."

Two cocked his head. "Kid's meals?"

"Because you have a child's ticket." The three Peters' eyes widened as the worker motioned to Peter 1. "All kids 14 and under get in for free."

One groaned. "She thought I was 14?"

The worker chuckled. "Ihi'm guessing you're nohot?"

"No! I'm literally 17!"

The worker bit back a laugh while his other coworker elbowed him. "Weren't you the one who got asked if he was 12 his first week on the job?"

"Yehep, so Ihi knohow you're pahain duhude."

The youngest's face was pure red. This was turning out to be a pretty embarrassing evening.

Peter 2 gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Enjoy it while you can."

One looked up at him.

"I wish people still mistook me for twenty."

That put a small smile on Peter 1's face.

The worker handed back the tickets. "I'm sorry kid. Look, it was an honest mistake. Don't take it personally."

The other worker behind the counter scooped some popcorn into a bucket. "Take your ticket and discounted meal and enjoy your movie."

Three nudged the youngest. "They've got a point Pete. Go ahead and pick a meal."

One fiddled with his sleeves. "Chicken strips please?"

"You got it. One chicken strip meal, two popcorns, and one drink coming right up."

Three handed over his card this time. "This is my half of the payment."

"Come on dude, let me atleast pay for my meal."

"Oh please," Three teased. "A $3 chicken meal is not about to make me go broke."

"Then let me pay part of the rest---."

"No no no, I don't want to hear it. You lost this argument with Two and now you're losing it with me."

The youngest groaned.

"Sorry about the tickets One, I didn't even notice she rang them up that way," Two apologized.

"It's not your fault. Like he said, honest mistake."

Peter 3 smirked. "You sure she thought you were 14. You look more like you could pass for ten."

One jabbed his elbow into his older counterpart's side.

"Ahalright, knock ihit off." Two grabbed the food as it was handed over.

"Enjoy your movie guys." The worker waved them on. "Have a great night."

"You tohoo." One waved at them both as they passed.

Once out of the line, Peter 2 led the way down the hall to the theater.

It was packed!

"Guess we should have gotten here earlier." Two scanned the rows. "I don't see a spot that has three seats together."

Three motioned to the other two over. "I think I found something."

"That's only two Three," Peter One pointed out.

"How about you two take these seats?" The eldest offered. "I think I saw another seat a few rows up---."

"No!" Both younger Peters exclaimed.

"There's not enough seats altogether though."

"But we want to see this with you!" Peter 3 added.

"Well, any suggestions on how to make this work?"

The younger two thought for a second before a grin lit up Three's face. "One, come here for a second."

One stepped over, and was caught off guard when Three tugged him into his lap. "Ack! Hey!"

"See? We fit here, you fit there."

As Peter 2 sat down in the other seat, the blush from earlier flamed across One's cheeks. "Y-you can't hold me all night! I-I'm not a child!"

"According to your ticket you are."

One shoved his older counterpart. "Shut up."

"Don't worry, it won't be all night." Peter 3 readjusted so he was standing and One was in the seat. "We can switch."

"Wait! What are you---?"

Before the youngest could finish his statement, Peter 3 plopped himself in One's lap. He wrapped his arms around the youngest and snuggled as close as he could.

One had to laugh at the sight of the tallest Peter trying to fit into his lap. "Yohou dohon't fit!"

"Noho." Three poked One's stomach. "But Ihi'm comfyhy."

Two gently pushed Three's hand away, distracting Three long enough not to notice One's flinch. "Come on you twoho. Time toho settle down."

"Hey, I'm not doing anything! It's him!"

Peter 3 sat up and stretched his back. "You're too little anyway Uno."

Peter 1 poked his older counterpart. "I told you!"

"Hey, both of you." Peter 2 poked them both. "Knock it off before we get kicked out."

"Okahay, okay."

The younger two settled down and adjusted into place. Three took up most of the seat with One curled up on the side closest to Two. A few moments later, the opening commercials began to play.

Then the opening credits began to roll.

It was epic to hear the theme reverberate across the theater and see all of the characters become larger than life on the silver screen. Even though One had seen this movie more times than he could count, he still loved every moment. He wasn't to keen on the position next Peter 3 to begin with, but as the movie went on, he readjusted himself so he could cuddle closer.

At first, he thought Three hadn't noticed. But then a hair ruffle and a chuckle showed him otherwise. "I thought you weherent aha child."

"I can still enjoy cuddles and not be a child," One hissed back.

"That is literally the most adorable thing ever."

"I'm not adorable."

"Says who? Cause I say otherwise."

One blushed brightly. He started to scoot away but then an arm pulled him back. "Hey."

"Hey to you." Peter 3 wrapped the youngest in a firm hug. "That wasn't an invitation to leave. I want you to stay if you'd like."

"R-really?"

"Of course." Three rubbed circles into the youngest's back. "I haven't had a good cuddle in a while."

"Me to-ah!"

Peter 3's hand froze. The younger two quieted to make sure no one had been disturbed. When no one looked their way, the older Peter wiggled a singular finger into One's shoulder blade.

The youngest Peter let a quiet squeak and tried to squirm away. "Threhee!"

He wasn't getting away this time.

"No way."

"Whahat?"

The hand on One's back began to spider around. "You're ticklish."

Peter 1 turned his face into Three's chest. "Threhee, plehease."

"Please what?" Peter 3's hand spidered across One's side. "Please tickle you more?"

"Eep! Hehey!"

The moment was interrupted by a whisper from Peter 2. "What are you two doing?"

"Nothihing!"

"Two, he's ticklish!"

One tried to cover Peter 3's mouth. "Sh-shut uhup!"

"Awww." The oldest Peter pulled One's hand away. "Really?"

"Yehes! Atleast his back and sihides ahare."

"No way." Peter 2 spidered across One's side.

"Eep! You guhys are soho mehean."

"This is literally the most adorable thing ever." Three wiggled his finger across One's jaw line. "Ah gootchie goo."

The blush on the youngest's face darkened even more. "Ihits nohot adorablehel!"

Two's hand spidered up One's side. "Tickle tickle."

Immediately, Peter 1 grabbed his hand before he could reach his ribs. "Ihim goihing to ruhuin thehe movihie."

"Not for uhus."

The youngest pulled his face away from Peter 3. "Ihit's ehembarrahassihing."

Peter 2 used his other hand to poke One's back. "Hehey, you haven't told uhus to stop."

The youngest Peter's eyes widened. He hadn't even realized he hadn't told them to stop yet, and he had forgotten how much he loved tickles. They always made him feel happy and loved. It reminded him of being young again, when times were simple.

Suddenly, a jostle brought One back to the present. "Hey, do you want us to stop?"

Peter 1 turtled into his shoulders. "F-for nohow. I-I want to fihinish thehe movie."

Both older Peters pulled away. "Of course."

"But there's no guarantee we won't exploit this later."

The whack Two gave the back of Three's head made the lady in front of them shush the group.

Once she turned back around, all three Peters stifled their remaining giggles before turning back to the movie.

As they watched the rest of the movie, a warm content feeling washed over Peter 1. Two had been right, he really just needed a night with good friends to put him in a better mood. He hadn't been too keen on being mistaken for a kid, but it had turned out to be the best thing ever.

However, a full belly and a good hug mixed with the remnants of a busy week made Peter 1's eyes heavy with sleep. He struggled to hold his eyes open for as long as possible, but eventually the sleepy feeling pulled him into a deep sleep just the doors opened for Luke, Han, and Chewie to get their medals.

Meanwhile, Peter 2 and 3 zeroed in on the scene, ready for the big finale. As soon as the scene ended and the credits began to roll, the entire theater erupted into applause.

"That was perfect!" Three exclaimed.

"I know! I loved every moment!" Two turned to the youngest. "What did you thi---?"

Three's brows furrowed together. "What's wrong?"

The eldest Peter smiled. "Looks like we stayed out past someone's bedtime."

Peter 3 was so confused until he looked down. Then he absolutely melted at the sight. "Look at how little he looks!"

"Should we wake him up?"

"Are you kidding?" Three pulled the youngest out of Peter 2's reach while giving him the biggest pouty face he could. "He's to precious to wake up!"

Peter 2 felt his own heart melt a little. "I have a feeling this ihis going to become aha regular thihing with you."

"I never got to have brothers before." The tallest Peter brushed a few loose curls out of One's face. "Can you blame me for wanting to cuddle him?"

"No . . . But now I really want to cuddle him too."

"Hey!" Three tightened his hug. "I got him first!"

"You've had him all night though."

"Please?" Three gave him his best puppy dog eyes. "You still have to drive home."

"How about a trade off?" Two stood. "I carry him to the car, you can cuddle with him on the drive home."

"Mmfine!" Peter 3 handed the youngest to Two.

"Thahank yohou." As Peter 2 settled One in his arms, a soft smile came across his face. "I like how this is turning out to be."

"Like how?"

"Getting to do things like this." Two shuffled hi load so he could ruffle Three's hair. "Getting toho tahake care of you two."

The tallest pulled away from the affection. "Not the hair!"

Peter 2 grinned. "Come ohon, lehet's go home."

As they walked toward the exit, Peter 3 tapped the eldest's shoulder. "Hey Two?"

"Yeah Pete?"

"Since One is already asleep and it is pretty late . . . could we have a slumber party?"

"A slumber party huh?"

"Could we? Please? We'll be quiet all night and we'll be gone first thing in the morning."

The eldest Peter bit back a laugh. "That sounds like aha greheat idea."

Three's face lit up. "Really!"

"Yehes. Lehet's do it."

"Yes!" Peter Three raced toward the doors. "Let's go!"

Two playfully rolled his his eyes. He readjusted his hold on One before following Peter 3 out of the building. "Hope you had a great day Uno. This was perfect."

When One woke up, he had to agree.

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 17: A Passing of Knives

Word Count: 649

TWs: Discussions of murder

a/n: sorry for the shorter chapter i'm struggling with ideas/the flow of this part of the fic, as well as thinking about how i want to end it

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Vanita’s eyes were now locked on the knife. Her hearing buzzed like a bad light. “I’m not sure what you mean,” she said, unable to recognize her own voice.

“It’s either that or you give up this farce, as I imagine you must’ve already done some very cruel things to keep Vanessa out of your way. I’d have to report you to the authorities for that.” He took a breath, examining the reflection in the blade, “There will always be inattentive parents, Vanita, I can’t punish them all. Security’s come too far and I am past my prime, but you… you have an understanding of the modern world. I’m willing to bet you know the PizzaPlex up, down, frontways and back. Besides, this seems like the perfect opportunity to earn the respect and affection from me that you so desperately crave.”

“You… you want me to… kill children? In your name?”

“Take the knife. Feel it in your hand. Think about how proud you’d make me.”

She took it and an odd shiver ran through her as her palm caressed the handle. She made some slow slashing movements and was reminded of Billy and Stu, the killers from Scream. Movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative. “I poisoned her, mildly. She’s been bedbound for… almost a month, now? And nobody’s questioned Vanita’s absence. No, they were all just so glad that ‘Vanessa’ was doing peachy after a week of illness and was ready to hop back in the saddle.”

“Are you going to kill her?”

“I wasn’t… I needed her for information…”

“If she makes you so jealous, I think you ought to. Prove that you’re my daughter.” He lightly stroked her cheek with the backs of his knuckles.

She looked back at him, surprised. “Mr. Afton…?”

“I don’t want an unmotivated coward for a daughter. You have to be prepared to take what you deserve out of this life. Do you deserve my attention, Vanita?”

“I do,” she answered desperately. “I’ll do it. You can count on me--” Forgetting where she was for a moment, Vanita made to turn and rush out the door, as if she was going to follow his orders at that very second. He stopped her and plucked the knife from her hand.

“Slow down, little bunny. You can’t just do these things at random, you must be precise and confident if you don’t want to get caught.”

“You’ll tell me how you did it?”

“I will, but first I think you ought to get a good night’s rest.” He placed the knife back in the knife block and guided her upstairs, pausing outside of the guest room.

“I won’t disappoint you… dad.”

“If you listen to my advice, you won’t. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Vanita struggled to sleep that night, processing the whirlwind the evening had been. William wanted her to continue his legacy. His biggest admirer. The cooling period had finished and it was time for the killer to rise and terrorise again. He was going to tell her exactly how to do it and how to get away with it, or at least how he did… she wondered how much harder it’d be in this modern era. Not only were there cameras everywhere, but parents were much more insistent on children not talking to strangers in this day and age. Still, Vanita was masquerading as Vanessa at work, a figure you could supposedly trust, a security guard. How would it feel, she wondered. To take a life. To entrap a victim. The idea itself didn’t necessarily bring her any pleasure or satisfaction, but the idea of William’s approval more than stoked her internal fire. Knowing how good FazCo was at hiding their own messes gave her comfort as well. She could get away with it, if she was careful, if she heeded William’s advice… yes, she would get away with it.

[iwadori]

Haikyu Boys when they neglect you for another girl PT 2(Oikawa)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

Oikawa:

You Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been best friends for as long as you can remember  

You thought that Iwaizumi liked you, but all thoughts of that left your head once Oikawa confessed to you when you were in your last year of middle school.

You and Oikawa started dating you in highschool in your first year and have been inseperable ever since.

You and Oikawa were as opposite as you were the same making you a perfect match.

It was the first day of your final term of your third year. You and Oikawa were planning to go the same university but to do that you obviously need to pass your entrance exams so you fully immersed in your studies.  

You have been the manager of Seijoh since your first year, but because of how time consuming it is and you now fully want to focus on your studies you decided to step down from your title. However, you still were fully supportive of the team making sure to go to every one of their games and even coming to majority of their practices with your textbooks and notes with you.

It seems someone took your place as the manager, yet you don’t know who as have been so busy all you could do in finding your replacement was stick up some posters telling whoever wanted the job to talk to the coaches. But you hope the new manager is at least half as good as you.

You decide after school, you were going to take a break from studying so you went to go to the gym to see your boyfriend and the guys at practice. When you enter, you see all the boys fussing and fanning over someone who you couldn’t tell who it was.  

You spot Iwaizumi away from the crowd tying his laces, when you approach him he looks up and smiles fondly at you, “Hey Y/N” he says schooching over so you can sit next to him.

“Hey Haji” you say ruffling his hair playfully “Who’s the celebrity?”  

“Oh Ririka-san” he responds “The new manager” when he says this he slightly scowls, but you don’t quite catch it as your focus is on your boyfriend who is being his usual boastful self infront of who you presume is ‘Ririka-san.’

As the group disperses, they all approach you with Oikawa lifting you up and spinning you obnoxiously making you laugh at his action. “Well hello to you to Tooru” you say kissing him on the cheek.

You look in front of you and there was Ririka with her hand extended out for you to shake “Hi I'm Yagami Ririka” she says “But you can call me Ririka, you’re Y/N right?”  

You shake her hand quickly dropping it responding with a dry “hi.” Oikawa notices the awkward atmosphere that you created with your response and decides to drag you away to show you his serves. You weren’t fully focused on your boyfriend, with your eyes occasionally drifting to the new girl who seemed to give you a bad vibe from your first introduction.

Practice ends, and Oikawa walks you home (per usual.) Once you are at home, you decide to social stalk Ririka to see if you can find something to confirm your suspicions on her. You’re claims weren’t based on anything besides a vibe but since she is apparently in your year and always has been you find it weird that you haven’t heard a word about her all until now. You don’t find anything on her, besides her being as ‘perfect’ as she seems.

As you and Oikawa walk home together again from the next day’s practice, you were hoping that he shared your same concerns about Seijohs manager but when you ask “Kawa.. Don't you think Ririka-san is a bit odd?”

He looks at you curiously, smiles and says “No of course not, Rii-chan is fine”

‘Rii-chan’ you think, a slight pang of jealousy surges through you at the use of this newfound nickname  

“In some ways she reminds me of you, you know?” he says chuckling, but you weren’t listening focused on the name he just called her.

“Rii-chan, huh?” you say

“It’s just a nickname Y/N, I give them to everone, you know that Y/N” he says

“Yeah yeah I know Kawa, I was just overthinking that’s all” you lie, you knew Oikawa gave everyone a nickname but this one definitely stuck on your mind then all of others and although you can admit your jealousy but there was something else bothering you.

“Well don’t overthink too much” Oikawa says giving you a kiss on the forehead “Don’t want to heart your pretty head about it.” Oikawa then lets you enter your house before taking off to his own.

Over the next few weeks, you are mainly focused on your studies, barely having any time to be with your boyfriend at all. However, if you did even have the time to spend with Oikawa, he was definitely not available since all his time was now with ‘Rii-chan,’ whenever you asked him to hang out with you or to go on dates he always used the excuse of ‘Rii-chan needs help with the schedule and since IM THE CAPTAIN I have to help’ or ‘Rii-chan has no friends in our year, and since it seems that YOU don’t want to befriend her im doing the nice thing by becoming her friend’ and with that you always wanted to reply with ‘maybe no one wants to be her friend because she’s such a bitch’ but you held your tounge.

Today you were fed up with your boyfriends lack of being around and decided to go to his house in the hopes that you can watch a movie or do something together. When you get there, you knock on his door and you hear him shout “Come up it’s open,” was he expecting you or something?

You go upstairs to his bedroom, where you know he’ll be and to your surprise when you open the door in his room it is basically set up like a movie date with food and snacks and a bunch of dvd’s and blankets set up on the floor. ‘Was he planning on you to be here?’ you think.

“Rii-chan you made I-” says Oikawa, stopping hisself when he sees that it’s not his beloved Rii-chan but only you his girlfriend Y/N.

“What the fuck Oikawa?” you ask  

“It is NOT what it looks like Y/N” he says standing up abruptly to approach you but you step back.

“Umm.. So it’s not my boyfriend of 3 years about to have a movie date with his manager after barely speaking to me, his GIRLFRIEND, for the past month?” you say folding you arms “ Did I get that right or am I missing something here?”

“Yes.. I mean No” he stammers “ It’s not a date at all, it’s just that Rii-chan say’s she never watched *insert your favourite movie here* and I thought it would be nice if I show it too her”

“Whatever you say ‘kawa” you say rolling your eyes, this seem to annoy Oikawa as he then sits back down harshly and says,

“God Y/N, ever since you met Rii-chan you’ve been so hostile for once can you not be a bitch! Me and her are just friends.” His aggressive tone shocks both you and him but he doesn’t seem to stop “All I'm saying is, you always wonder why me and Iwa-chan were your friends, haven’t you thought it was because you’re such a judgemental bitch”  

By now you were fed up, so you turn your back to Oikawa ready to leave the room but first you say “ Oikawa, I love you I always have, but I can’t be with you anymore especially since you can’t even see what’s going on. Remember when we used to have movie dates when we were ‘just friends” Your response leaves Oikawa with his eyes wide open since he didn’t expect you to basically break up with him, he thought this was a minor argument. Before he can speak, the door burst open and in comes Ririka who exclaims “Tooru! Im ready to watch M-….oh”  

“I guess I’d be taking my leave now” you say with tears in your eyes “Goodbye Oikawa this was fun”  

It’s been a while since the confrontation at Oikawa’s house and the school was a buzz since after hearing the news of yours and Oikawas break up the school immediately focused their attention on both Ririka and Oikawa the rumours of them being together spread like wildfire. However, to your surprise Oikawa apparently always combated the rumours claiming that him and Ririka were just ‘good friends and will stay that way.’

But you could care less, you still supported the team going to all the games they had making sure to stay clear away Oikawa and Ririka. You don’t go to the practices anymore since you didn’t want to submerge yourself in sweat and bad vibes anymore.

Graduation came and you were very happy, you could finally get out of this place. Once you get through the ceremony and all the boring stuff you go to the gym for one final ‘goodbye’ but before you have a chance to leave you are stopped by Iwaizumi  

“Hey Y/N” he says “how have you been?”  

“I’ve been good, pretty ‘busy’” you respond

“Busy as in, avoiding Oikawa at every cost” he says making you laugh “Come sit down with me for a second” to which you do sitting next to him on the gym bench.

You and Iwaizumi then spend the next hour reminiscing about all your past antics and stories making you laugh and smile fondly at all the nostalgia. After all your talk you pull out your phone to take a picture and you hear Iwaizumi whisper “He never deserved you” so quietly that you almost don’t catch what he says.  

Before you could respond in comes Oikawa of course panting “Y/N! Thank god you’re still hear I need to talk to you!”  

You look at Iwaizumi expecting him to say something but all his does is pull you into a tight hug and says “Goodbye Y/N I’ll miss you” he gets up and exits the room shouting “Make sure to answer my calls” making you chuckle.

Oikawa approaches you and sits in the spot that Iwaizumi does, he takes a deep breath and begins to stay “Y/N, you were right I was wrong. I am an idiot... Rii- I mean Ririka she tried to kiss me. Im sorry”

“Oikawa, you are right.. You're an idiot, but it shouldn’t of had to take me breaking up with you and Ririka trying to get with you to realise that I was right. Why did you even come here to tell me this, so I knew I was right? You didn’t need to confirm my suspicions I knew all along Oikawa”

You stand up to leave, hoping to find Iwaizumi before he goes home but Oikawa stops you. “Y/N I-I want to be with you, to go back to being how we were … don’t you want that”

“Oikawa...” you grab his hands “I love you, I always have and I always will... but I think we both know we aren’t meant to be.. Things haven’t been the best with us even before Ririka came along, it just took her to make us really notice it.”

“It’s him isnt it?” he says with tears in his eyes

“I think so... maybe it’s always been him I don’t know but we know how he is especially when we were 15 I guess you just got me to me first,” you say with tears in your eyes also

Oikawa pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear “Go get him Y/N” you look at him and smile and nod you head “We will still be friends Tooru.”

You race out of the gym to look for Iwaizumi and you suddenly bump into him since he didn’t actually move he was there the whole time and it seems your indirect confession made him tear up too. “I love you Y/N” he pulls you into a hug which you return then pulls you into a deep kiss.

In the end, you and Iwaizumi do become boyfriend and gifriend still keeping Tooru as your good friend. You all also end up going to the same University and you and Iwaizumi live the rests of your lifes together as the ‘perfect’ couple with yours and Toorus relationship as a laughable memory.

AUTHORS NOTE: Please don’t hate me for this ending!! I had a bad day sooo I decided to switch things up please give me feedback on what you think !!

[spideyspeaches]

Heart made of glass ↬ t.h

A/N: Beta read by the lovely @hollandcrush​ !! <3<3

Request (Summary): can you please write one about Tom, who is on the filming process of cherry and has some emotional problems because he feels that his character is already part of his life, so he comes home very angry and in a bad mood, so he just snaps and creates a big fight with the reader and just says things that he obviously didn't meant, you know very angst, and at the end just very fluff.

Hope you like this anon! Lemme know your thoughts heh <3<3

Warnings: breakdowns, slight vomiting but it’s not graphic. I’m not in any way romanticizing or sexualising breakdowns. 

WC: 2k+ 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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Tom was an ambitious guy. He took his roles seriously, no matter what his character was and who he played. It was an admirable trait, the way he both enjoyed his work and worked hard to earn a high place in such a place as Hollywood. 

You always took pride in how amazing and accomplished your boyfriend was, your heart swelling whenever you heard his name being mentioned in events and interviews. You enjoyed how he tried to diversify the movies he worked in. 

("I've been playing the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man for so long, it's about time I play someone different now." He once said in a Jimmy Kimmel interview. You were watching from the audience, smiling as the audience roared in affirmation. 

"Well looks like you took quite a big leap from playing a superhero." Jimmy said, smiling at the audience with his paparazzi smile. 

You knew the question was scripted, quite harmless, but you still noticed how his shoulder stiffened, his smile not wavering once. 

"Well yeah, I used to be a superhero and now I'm a heroin addict." He joked, winking at the audience as he ran a hand through his nearly hairless head.

He cried himself to sleep that night, burying his face in your chest as you shushed him. )

It always worked in his favour, with the incredible support his family and fan base provided. And he was always so humble about it. 

Filming Cherry, however, was way different than he thought it would. With filming Cherry came consequences that he didn't necessarily like. He knew what he was bringing on himself and his family when he was first introduced with the script.

(Contrary to popular belief, he didn't actually give out spoilers, it was just small promotional stunts that kind of took over as his reputation to spoil minor details.)  

The process was intense, getting into the mindset of "Cherry" was taxing, and people were beginning to notice it in him. He was more restless, tugging at his non existent curls when he thought no one would notice. 

He was more clingy, more appreciative of your body and you, letting you know that there was no sexual intent behind his acts of caressing your waist at random times. You didn't notice the change in his behaviour. 

He had always been like this, watching you with the most gratifying gaze a man could muster, his pretty brown eyes like globes of whiskey, staring at you with a muffled expression. You didn't notice. 

There had always been a cutting edge to his voice, you knew and adored it. Behind the British actor who played Spider-Man, he was your Tom. Your Tom who gave you forehead kisses and baked cakes with you and made silly playlists that reminded him of you and you of him, your Tom who worshiped the ground you walked on, your Tom, your Tom and your Tom.

(Sometimes you envied that he was an actor, so good at hiding any emotions he felt, it came easy to him, just another fake emotion like he was a face behind the camera.)

He was never aggressive towards you. Never. Even on tough days, he was soft, caring and understanding to the point where it made you mad, immediately making you feel guilty. He worked so hard and yet here you were, blaming him for being nice, never standing up for himself.

"Uh, Tom, Tom stop, wait." You grunted, pushing his shoulders as he scrambled away from you at your discontent. 

You held his face, his breath hitching, hyperventilating as he tried to get himself together. 

Ever since he had started filming Cherry, he had been away from you. And now that you were finally here, he had been all over you, making love to every inch of your skin, like it was a holy grail he had to find, caressing your warm skin under his fingers making you shiver as his nimble fingers wandered. It was the intimacy, sexual and quasi-sexual, that made you realise, that there was something wrong.

Sex- it had been a constant in your life other than Tom. But of course, you didn't live on it. It was but a fuel that strengthened your relationship, it was about discovery and showing your vulnerable sides. It was a reminder of the coffee dates and baseball matches. It was loving, gentle and raw, like a gentle breeze caressing your face.

But this, this was different. And you noticed. This, what you had been doing, it was fucking. It was aggressive and needy and it felt good, but at the same time, it felt different.

"Baby?" You asked softly, trying to meet his eyes in the dark lit trailer. It was late, way past filming times, the only time you got to see his vulnerable side. 

You should have been in his hotel room, but you were in his trailer instead. All alone in the all encompassing darkness, it made your heart stutter beats. 

"Baby speak to me. What's happening, who's doing this to you?" You ask once again, holding onto him firmly this time, his squirming frame making you loosen your hold. You didn't care that you were naked, he had already seen it all. 

Fiddling with the rough sheets, he huffed a heavy breath. And that was all it took for the dam to break. 

"Tell me how do you feel baby, you're starting to scare me." You urged. All you got in response was his muffled sobs. Pulling him forward, you let his head rest on your bare chest, rivulets of tears sliding down your warm skin, almost burning you like acid, his tiny hair tickling you, a very contrasting feeling. 

"I can't do it. I can't take it anymore." He sniffed, wrapping his strong arms around you, shivering at the contact. It was a cold night in Cleveland, and you were naked and he was crying. You were berating yourself for not noticing. 

"What can't you take anymore?" You hold him, tracing circles on his buzz cut hair, just the way you did when he had his curls. 

"I feel like I'm becoming him. I don't like it at all, I try and try but I can't." He sobs, shoulders hitching with each sob. You felt your heart break, the sounds of his cries sending daggers into your skin. 

How could you have not noticed? The lively sunshine of a man was almost an empty shell. The interviews with former drug addicts had been excruciating for you, pity, disgust, sympathy and every other sinful emotion swirling in your mind. 

You couldn't believe that you hadn't thought about Tom, of what an effect it would have on him. 

"Bub, listen to me, carefully," you said, shushing him as he continued to look at you, teary eyed and red nosed, snot dripping out of his nose,"you listen to me. You're strong and resilient and nothing like him okay? He's not you. You're Tom Holland. You're brilliant and brave and amazing okay?" 

"But I don't feel that way!" He said, his aggressive stance surprising you, "he's- he's…" 

"He's what?" You asked, a little too impatient. Muttering a sorry, you rub your palm on his cheek, kissing the soft, moist skin.

"I don't feel so good." He croaked, getting up suddenly, making a run for the washroom. You rushed after him, watching him as he heaved into the toilet. Rubbing his back, you muttered affirmations, curling besides him as he sat on the ground, his back to the cold wall. 

You got up to switch on the lights, feeling his hands tugging yours, a soft "stay" coming out of him. 

"Better?" You asked, feeling him now against your collarbone. 

"I shouldn't be this affected, this- this isn't fair. I'm overreacting, I'm sorry I worried you baby I swear I didn't mean to-" 

"Shh, Tom first of all, you're not overreacting okay?" You smiled, kissing his nose, moving towards his brows and his forehead, "It's perfectly reasonable. The role you're playing...It's not exactly picking daisies. Fuck you're playing a heroin addict Tommy, a broken soldier with PTSD, a breakdown was inevitable. It only shows that you're human." 

"Really?" He smiled, it looked more like a grimace, a plea for reassurance. 

"Yes, really." You said, booping his nose, eliciting a giggle from him,"now, you better go to bed mister, you have an early shoot don't you?" You playfully scolded, kissing his lips, laughing as he carried you bridal style. 

"Tomorrow will be better." You whispered, kissing his eyelids, already closed, chest moving rhythmically as you counted his pulse, making sure he was completely asleep before slipping on your clothes, covering him with the thin quilt. 

***

"Is everything okay on set?" You asked casually, watching the crewmates work tirelessly in the daylight. 

You were standing next to Ciara on a prop jeep, fiddling with the water bottle held in your hand. 

"Hmm, as okay it can be with two people playing drug addicts." She shrugged, looking at you with a small smile. 

"Are you okay?" You asked, turning to give her your full attention, remembering your boyfriend's breakdown yesterday. 

"It gets… intense at times. Some scenes are hard to play, but we're okay. Mostly." She answered, taking your water bottle and chugging the water. 

"I'm not a therapist, but you can talk to me, you know?" You smiled, holding her shoulder as she gave you a bashful smile. 

"It's been tough on Tom. He's more aggressive, nearly had a breakdown during a scene." She said. 

"Yeah, that.. that happened yesterday too." 

"It was time, a person can only hold so much right?" 

"Yeah." 

You pondered her words, wondering if you could do anything to curb this. 

"I think I need help." He said one day while you were eating dinner. Harry, who was sitting next to you, looked up from his plate, giving you a knowing look before clearing his throat. 

"I'm gonna get some water." He said, waving awkwardly at you and getting up. You took that as a cue to scoot closer to Tom, running your hands through his camel hair. 

"That's very brave of you hun, asking for help." You smiled, kissing his cheek softly. You felt him smile, sliding closer to you, holding you by your waist. 

"I learnt from the best." He muttered in your hair, kissing your forehead. 

You felt his love that day, felt the way he ran his smooth fingers on your waistline, sliding across your thighs with care and softness you hadn't felt in a while. He was healing. It was a process, it took time but it happened.

***

You were walking across the library, his hand in yours, your hearts beating in silence. 

"How was your appointment?" You asked, shivering in the cold air. You rubbed your palms together, bringing your jacket closer to your chest, huffing the cold air. 

"It was good, much different from what the media portrays. She even showed me this meme she thinks you would like, look." He said, bringing out his phone to show you the saved meme. 

You laughed at his eagerness, kissing his lips as a final gratification. 

"Well it looks like you're having a great time. You have another scene left to do today in the evening so we better scram." You reminded him. 

You always did that, remind him of his schedule, reminded him to take a breath when he felt like he was drowning. You reminded him of home and what he had to look forward to.

"Why can't we have a lazy day today?" He whined, kissing your neck, making you giggle as it tickled. 

"You know you can't do that hun, you already took three days off." You snickered, poking his sides. 

"Well that sucks. I just want to spend my day with my girl, is that too much to ask?" He smiled, kissing your forehead, one hand holding yours, swinging back and forth, the other holding a large cup of coffee in a tight grip. 

You reached to loosen his fingers, taking a sip, slurping loudly, making him laugh. You decided you liked this laugh much better, it was breathy and free, a melody to your ears. 

You noticed how he was more relaxed and back to being that ray of sunshine. Back to being your Tom.

Thanks for reading! also as a side note- here’s a similar fic @itsallyscorner​ !!

[lovemalecforever]

Chapter 24

The Power Couple.

Magnus was enjoying one of his favorite Indonesian dishes, Ayam Bakar Taliwang, chewing on the juicy chicken while listening to his husband's rambling about his newfound powers. He didn't want to show that he's losing interest now, as the winged nephilim was continuously rambling about it for over an hour, so he pretended that he was listening because he didn't want to upset his husband, who was sounding way too excited. He was replying with whatever came into his mind first when a few balls of paper napkins hit his face.

"Ow! Alexander, what was that!?"

"Were you even listening to what I was saying?"

Magnus gulped, he actually wasn't. He stopped listening to him about twenty to twenty-five minutes ago and was simply enjoying his food. "Yes, I was." He lied, trying to sound as confident as possible.

"Then what was I saying?"

Magnus gulped yet again. He had heard him saying something about Catarina so he tried to come up with whatever fits the situation.

"Uh... Umm.. you were saying how Catarina had helped you in becoming an immortal."

Alec gave him a cold glare and Magnus lowered his eyes, realizing that he got it wrong and was now caught as well. He didn't like the look his husband was giving him.

"I was telling you how I accidentally hurt Catarina with my magic and you said 'wow' on it. Really, Magnus! Were you even listening to me at all? Or was I just talking to myself this whole time?"

Magnus looked at his husband apologetically. "I did listen to you, Alexander. But, you were talking about the same thing for over an hour that I lost interest in the topic. I just didn't mean to upset you so I...." He trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.

"Topic!" Alec sighed and rubbed his temples. "Leave it!" He said flatly and silently got back to eating his food.

Magnus mentally cursed himself, he didn't know what was going on with him, why was he like this since morning. He reached out to grab his husband's arms but Alec shoved it away.

"Alexander, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it as it sounded. I.. I keep ruining our anniversary again and again. I'm sorry." He said while playing with the food on his plate.

Alec noticed that and sighed. He reached for his warlock's hand and held it gently. "It's okay, love. And I'm sorry too, I overreacted. I got way too excited that I presumed you would be interested in hearing about it."

"Alexander, don't say that. I am curious to know more about your powers, it's just that, my mind is not getting stable. I haven't been feeling well since this morning, and I really think it's something other than about the dream or Camille. I'm sorry, Alexander. I really didn't mean to ruin your mood or hurt you but I still keep doing it." He said, the guilt in his voice was clearly visible.

Alec took the warlock's hand, brought it near his lips, and pecked the back of his hand tenderly. "Don't feel guilty, love. Do you want to go back home? We can take the remaining food back home and eat on the couch or bed if you want while watching any of your favorite movies."

"Please!?" He tried his best not to sound desperate but failed completely.

Alec let out a deep breath and shook his head. "Why haven't you said anything before, Magnus? You keep pretending that you're enjoying it here when you're not."

"I am enjoying it here, Alexander. It's just that.."

"You didn't want to make me upset, right?"

Magnus sighed and nodded. He knew he couldn't win from his husband over this.

"Angels! Magnus! You're impossible." He leaned over and pecked him softly on the lips.

Magnus clicked his fingers and sent all the remaining food and gifts to their home. They were about to leave when both of their phones buzzed loudly. Magnus read the message and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Alec asked when he noticed the expressions on the warlock's face.

"Jia send me a message asking if I'm fine now and to be at the gard tomorrow by 4 in the evening to record our statement. What does it mean? What statement and how does she know I'm not well? Do you know anything about it?" He looked at the winged nephilim.

Alec looked at his phone and sighed. He had a similar message from Jia as well. But he now had some explaining to do to his husband. "She doesn't actually. It's... um.."

"Alexander?"

Alec sighed loudly. "Do you remember when I was gone for some business while you were changing?" Magnus nodded so he continued. "I... I actually went after Camille."

Magnus' eyes widened at that and his heart started racing badly. "What? Alexander, why? You know what she's capable of, what if something happened to you? What if she attacked you? If she would've-"

"Magnus! Mags! Calm down! You're forgetting I'm immortal now. Besides, Camille, she's dead." He confessed.

"Wait, what? How?"

"Magnus, I..um... I went after her to actually kill her only. Since the time you had told me about her return, I was planning this. I wanted her to be gone from our lives. Look, I'm sorry. I know she was your ex, you had a history with her. You must have loved her once, so this must be-"

"Alexander, stop. Yes, I might have. But not anymore. Not after how she had always treated me and what she had done. And anyways, the Clave would have given her a death sentence, after all, right? I might have a few good memories with her, but those are just memories now, if she's dead, it's for the best. I'm not going to be upset about it. So, please Alexander, don't worry about what I would think or feel, okay?"

Alec relaxed at that and nodded then kissed his warlock softly.

"I still don't get it, how am I involved in this?"

"She played with Daniel's brother's heart too and was responsible for his death. He wanted revenge on her because of it. So, when I told him about her return, we both formed a plan to kill her and end it once and for all. Catarina was in this, by the way. We obviously couldn't let Clave learn the truth, so Daniel glamoured himself as you and we informed Jia that she attacked us from behind and I didn't have any other option than to kill her. It needed to look real so..." He cleared his throat then continued. "Jia wants the statement in detail." He confessed everything to his husband but he noticed that he had a confused look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Umm... I get it, but... who's Daniel?"

"Daniel Nightstorm."

"Sorry, whom?" He looked at the winged nephilim with confusion.

Alec gave him an ice-cold glare. "You really weren't listening to me at all. I was talking to myself the whole time like an idiot. Just leave it! I don't have the energy to explain everything to you all over again when you're not even interested in listening to me. Just leave this conversation for next time when you actually want to listen. Now just create a portal so we can go back home."

Magnus looked like a lost puppy, looking anywhere but at Alec. He really didn't mean to ruin their evening, but things were not in his favor, and judging by the tone Alec just used, he really needed to make it up to him. Because if he didn't, it would look like he didn't care which was wrong.

"Alexander, I'm sorry, I really am. My mind is not stable and I don't know what's wrong with me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I-"

"Mags, calm down, it's okay. Let's just get back home, okay?"

Magnus nodded and quickly created a portal. They stepped into it and landed in their living room. While they were stepping out, Magnus stumbled and almost fainted, when his husband's arms caught him at the right moment.

"Magnus! Are you okay? What happened?" Alec quickly helped him to sit on the couch and gave him a glass of water.

"I have no idea. This has never happened before while portaling. I feel like my body is getting weak with every passing second. This is weird."

"Come on, let's just get to bed. Just try to rest it out, you faced a lot today."

Magnus nodded and Alec helped him to change into his comfortable night suit, then they both lay down on the bed and Alec wrapped his arms and wings tightly around Magnus, making sure that his husband was comfortable. Whatever anger he had in him had vanished completely the moment his warlock fell in his arms. When he was sure that his husband had slept peacefully, he kissed him on the top of his head then closed his eyes and dozed off.

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*Few hours later*

Alec woke up to the sound of weird noises that were buzzing in his ears. He grunted and woke up, that's when he realized that the sounds were coming from his husband. He looked at him and saw that he was tossing and turning and whimpering a lot and it seemed like he was in pain. He shook him gently to wake him up.

"Magnus! Mags! Wake up, love!"

Magnus mumbled something and started whimpering again. He was curled up like a ball, hugging himself tightly.

"Love, wake up!" He shook him a little harder this time.

Magnus jolted awake and looked at his surroundings frantically. He was sweating really badly even when it was slightly cold outside.

"Magnus! Love, are you okay?"

"I... I don't know. My whole body feels like someone had beaten me really badly, Alexander. I don't understand what's happening to me. And my magic... I can't explain it!" He held on to his husband tightly and Alec's wings curled around him, taking him in a warm embrace.

"Do you want me to call Catarina? Maybe she could help?"

"Okay, just do something, anything. I don't know what's happening!"

Alec kissed his temple softly, then quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Catarina's number. Within a minute a portal opened up in their bedroom and Catarina came out of it, looking all worried.

"What's going on? Are you both okay?" She asked in a concerned voice.

"I am, but Magnus is not and we have no idea why." Alec answered while caressing the warlock who was holding on to him as tightly as possible.

Catarina walked towards them but backed off when she felt strong waves of magic hitting her with full force.

"What the!"

"Cat, what happened?" Alec asked.

"I don't know exactly. Magnus, is your magic fine? Did something happen? Because I felt really strong magic hitting me when I approached you both."

"I have no idea, Cat. Please, help me!" He almost whimpered.

"How, Magnus? I can't even come near you!"

"I don't know, but please do something." Magnus begged.

"Mags! Love, calm down!" Alec ran his hands gently on his back and looked at Catarina. "Cat, can you at least examine him from afar. He has been feeling weird since morning, but this started happening a few hours ago. Check him, please."

Catarina nodded. She focused on her magic and started scanning his full body, the magic surrounding Magnus was so strong that she had to concentrate on her magic to go through it. Once she was done her eyes went wide and she looked between both the men.

"Cat, what's wrong? Is he okay?" Alec asked.

"The hell was that!"

"What's wrong with me, Catarina?"

She looked at Alec with shock written on her face. "The energy surrounding you both, it's..." She trailed off, not sure how to put it.

"Cat, what is it?" Alec asked.

"Alec, it's exactly the same as the one on the day of your awakening, when I put the immortality rune on you, but I don't understand..." She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and looked outside the window then at Alec.

Alec saw a mixed look of anger and concern on her face and frowned. "What is it, Cat?"

She cleared her throat. "I know it's a really personal question, but, have you both had sex recently?"

Magnus' face turned red on that. "What the hell! Catarina Loss! Have you lost your mind!? How is our sex life related to it in any freaking way!" He looked at his husband who had gone completely pale. "Alexander, what is it?"

Alec looked out the window then at Catarina and gulped. "Crap! I completely forgot! Cat, please help him, I swear I forgot, and anyways, how can you expect me to resist my husband!" He tried to defend himself but in complete vain.

Magnus looked between the two people who definitely knew something in confusion. "Okay, what is going on? What are you both talking about?"

"Care to explain, Alec!" Catarina said flatly and crossed her arms.

"Uh.. um... Magnus.. actually, I.. um... I wasn't supposed to get intimate with a downworlder till full moon after my awakening, and.. um... it's full moon today, and we had sex this morning, so..." He trailed off and looked down, blaming himself for forgetting something this crucial and being responsible for the pain his husband was in right now.

Magnus looked at him in shock. "Wait, so this is happening to me because we had sex!? But, what exactly is happening to me, Alexander?"

Alec looked down and started playing with his wedding ring. "I have no idea." He said in a low voice.

Magnus looked at the winged nephilim and saw the look of guilt on his face. "Alexander, hey, don't blame yourself. You don't know, right? We'll figure it out, but don't stress yourself over it."

Catarina sighed, she knew she couldn't be mad at him either. "Sorry Alec, I'm just worried about Magnus. Don't blame yourself for it. I should've known that you both men can't keep your junks to yourself at all."

Both men's faces turned tomato red at that and they exchanged a knowing look. They know not to mess with her when she's mad or worried.

Alec cleared his throat and looked at Catarina apologetically. "Cat, there must be something in that book. We should look into that."

She nodded and waved her hands, within seconds a huge book appeared on their bed and Magnus' mouth fell open looking at that.

"What the hell! Wow! You really researched a lot, Alexander." He looked at his husband who was continuously rubbing soothing circles on his back, which was helping him a little but he didn't know how and why.

"Anything for you, love. Cat, can you check what's written on it? I hope it's nothing worse, I'll never be able to forgive myself if something happens to him."

"Sure, but before that, Alec, are you using your magic? Because I'm able to feel it and it's starting to affect my magic."

"Wait, what?" Magnus asked and looked at his husband.

"Umm.. yes, I'm trying to calm him down and relax. I can't see him like this. So,-"

"Alec! Are you crazy!" She shouted. "You know your magic is dangerous for us downworlders and you're using it on Magnus! Are you out of your mind!?"

Magnus' eyes widened at that and he looked between both of them.

"Cat! Calm down, please. I've..." He looked at Magnus then at Catarina. "I've used my magic on him before and it didn't affect him, I don't know why but it didn't, so I thought if it's helpful in this situation, I'll use it. He was in so much pain and I can't see him like that." He looked at Magnus and cupped his face from one hand. "I'm sorry, Magnus, I know I shouldn't have used my magic on you without your knowledge but you were so worked out, so much in pain that I couldn't help myself. I can't see you like this, Magnus. I know it was wrong, I shouldn't have done it, b-"

"Alexander, relax, I'm not mad, instead I'm feeling lucky that I have such a caring husband. I don't know why I'm immune to your magic, but whatever it is, we're in this together. We'll figure it out. And, thank you for being there whenever I needed you."

"I'll always be there for you, love."

Magnus smiled warmly at that and leaned in to kiss his winged nephilim, Alec responded with the same passion making the kiss deeper until they heard a loud clearing of a throat and they broke apart quickly, their faces red as a beetroot.

"You both are insatiable! No wonder this happened!" Catarina said while shaking her head in disbelief.

"Let's.. umm.. look in the book. hopefully, we'll get some answers." Alec said, trying to change the topic.

Catarina sighed and opened the book where the whole procedure was written.

"Okay, let's see what's happening to Magnus."

Once the person becomes immortal there are few precautions that have to be taken. >After performing the spell, the person has to stay away from everyone; at least for a day, and be around nature until their powers are completely awakened. > The person can't get physical/intimate with anyone till the full moon; especially with a downworlder.

If by any chance either of the above happens, go to the chapter titled "Consequences".

The three exchanged a look and Catarina quickly turned to that page. All of their eyes widened when they saw the length of the chapter. For the second precaution, there were so many downworlders mentioned that they didn't even know existed anymore. Catarina quickly opened the page where the 'Warlocks' were mentioned.

•Warlocks•

If the new angel gets intimate with a warlock when it's still a full moon, even with a kiss, the said warlock will start having an immunity towards the angel's magic, making his/her mundane blood 0.5% angelic, which will make him/her immune to any angelic weapons, including the soul sword.

If the said couple crosses the level of intercourse, the consequences are stronger and against the nature.

After 24 hours of intercourse, the said warlock will start having body pain similar to when the shadowhunter went into the awakening of his/her powers. The intensity of the pain will be really low compared to the shadowhunter's, but the warlock's powers will become ten times stronger than it was before. His/her magic will be able to merge along with the angel's, and the couple will become nearly invincible.

The three exchanged looks and Magnus held the winged nephilim's hand tightly.

"If this what I'm feeling is low, then how strong would the pain you've gone through at the time of your awakening, Alexander?"

"You don't want to know that, Magnus!" He said sheepishly.

Magnus looked at him with pure love and adoration. He still wasn't able to believe that he had someone like him in his life. He then looked at Catarina, who was still looking at the book. "Is there more, Cat?"

"Unfortunately, yes, Magnus."

The couple exchanged a look and looked at Catarina. "What is it?" Alec asked.

Every angel, whether it's original or created, possesses very strong nature's magic and heavenly powers. They are really pure and angels with silver powers are the strongest ones, they just don't possess magic, they are capable of creating new lives, hence, also known as The Creators. If a silver angel fails to follow the procedure and has intercourse with a warlock, they will change one of the main things warlocks are known for, that is, them being sterile. The warlock will no longer be sterile as they have the blood and merged magic of The Creator.

Magnus's mouth hung open at that and his eyes filled with tears. "I'm... I'm no longer sterile!" Even if he was married to a man, this was a big thing for him. For centuries he was burdened with one thing, his inability to bear children, and now that it's no longer there he didn't know how to react.

"I don't know what to say, Magnus. I'm happy and worried about you at the same time. Every warlock wants this, and now that you have it, it just feels too real to be true." Catarina said her tone clearly had a bit of sadness to it.

Magnus noticed it in no time. He knew his best friend really well. She isn't just a warlock, she's a woman too and it means more to her than him. It's obvious that she's hurt but isn't showing it.

"Catarina.." Magnus started softly, "I didn't expect something like this to happen, I know what you've gone through, how you've lived your life and now learning that my sterility is gone, it would be hard for you to-"

"Magnus, it's okay. I came to terms with it a long time ago. I'll admit that I feel sad, but I'm happier for you. Now, let me continue."

"Wait, there's more?" Alec asked.

"Yes, there is."

The angel by committing this mistake and betraying the laws of nature will be punished. But, because angels are pure and stronger than any other species, any punishment given to them is easy. Henceforth, the punishment will be given to that warlock he/she had intercourse with, as they won't be able to see others in pain.

"No! No, please, not to Magnus. Cat, please check if there's a way it can be avoided. Please!" Alec said desperately, his heart was racing badly and his wings started flipping.

"Alexander, angel, calm down. Whatever it'll be, I'll face it. I don't care what happens to me until you are safe." Magnus said and held the winged nephilim's hand tightly.

"Magnus, are you crazy, no. I won't let you."

"Alexa-"

"Will you both stop! There's more, so let's see first what it is then think about it." Catarina said, frustrated with their constant PDA, but she knew that they didn't care about others watching them.

The couple exchanged a look and nodded in agreement.

A warlock identifying features include their warlock marks and their sterility. Their possession and expertise in different types of magic comes next. There are many warlocks who are stronger than the others. But everything has its limits. Be it a warlock mark or their powers. As a consequence of the angel's mistake and as mentioned before their powers will become ten times stronger. The said warlock will gain a new warlock mark with unknown powers in them. They'll know the powers of it with time.

This new warlock mark will be a set of wings similar to that of the angel's, the only difference being they'll be stronger and the color of them will be determined by the abilities of the warlock. When the process of gaining wings will start, the amount of pain will increase five times, which is still low from what the former shadowhunter had faced.

This said warlock will now have ten times stronger powers, his/her sterility gone, and a pair of wings whose powers they will discover over time. They will be way too stronger than any warlock should be and they won't be able to control their powers easily. And the angel won't be able to help him/her, because no one can bear this strong force of powers and the warlock will suffer his/her whole life because of the angel's mistake.

The three of them had a look of shock written on their faces when Catarina was finished reading that.

"I don't understand, those are the consequences? Me becoming more powerful and gaining a new warlock mark? Is that it?" Magnus said, making Alec and Catarina exchange a worried look.

"Magnus, you don't know how strong it would be!" Catarina said.

"Magnus, love, I'm sorry, it's all be-"

Before Alec could complete, Magnus let out a loud cry of pain and held himself tightly. Alec's eyes widened at that and he wrapped Magnus in his arms tightly.

"Cat, get out of this room, now!"

"But, Alec, Magnus!? If he needs something..-

"I've been through this, Cat. I know what happens. It's dangerous for you to be here. Wait in the living room if you want, but please leave the room."

Catarina nodded then she left. Alec quickly wrapped his arms and wings around Magnus tightly and Magnus buried his face in Alec's shoulder, letting out all the screams there while gripping his night T-shirt tightly.

Around an hour later, when Magnus' screams were lowered and the body pain was gone, he looked at the winged nephilim with complete respect who had helped him to go through it and control his magic, else he didn't know what would have happened.

"Alexander, thank you."

"Are you okay, love?"

"Yes, apart from my shoulders feeling heavy, yes."

"Crap! You need to get up for the next part."

Magnus obliged without thinking, he knew his husband had gone through the same and knows what he's doing.

Once they both had stood up and were standing in the middle of the room, Alec held his warlock's hand tightly and squeezed them. Not long after, a pair of 8 foot long appendages appeared beside Magnus, which were similar to the winged nephilim's. Alec looked at them with his silver eyes filled with awe and Magnus gasped. The wings were huge and their color was similar to Magnus' true cat eyes. Each feather was black at the base, merging into shades of gold.

"They're beautiful!" Alec breathed out, his wings fluttered with excitement, and stroked the gold ones gently.

Magnus looked at his new wings with a mix of shock and surprise on his face. His expressions became curious when they curled slightly when the silver one's stroked it. He didn't realize that his glamor had disappeared.

Alec looked at him and smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Like myself, but a little more full of powers, I don't know how to put into words but I don't feel much different."

Alec walked closer to him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I guess whoever had written it had no idea how strong my beautiful husband is. That he's not just 'any' warlock, but the strongest and most powerful warlock."

"Alexander, I really don't get it, I don't see them as any kind of 'consequences', my sterility is gone, I've gained new powers and a mark, and however strong it would be, I'm always ready to face it."

"You know what I've been told, Magnus?"

"What?" He asked curiously.

"That Angels work in weird ways. Maybe they didn't want anyone else to be more powerful than them, so they put it as consequences so that others will avoid doing it in fear of hurting their loved ones and they will always remain superior."

"Hmm... point. But still, I don't know how I'm going to cope up with these wings and my increased powers!"

"We'll work on it together, Magnus. I know that you're strong enough to face it and I'm with you in this."

"It means a lot to me, Alexander. Thank you." He looked into his silver eyes from his gold ones with pure love shining in them.

Alec's silver eyes wandered around his husband's wings, then into his eyes and he smiled softly. He leaned in, nosed his face up, and brushed his lips with his husband's. When Magnus responded by wrapping his fingers around the back of his neck and the back of his hair, he tightened his grip around his waist and deepened the kiss. Their wings fluttered and wrapped around each other, blending into each other with the perfect mix of silver and gold.

When they broke the kiss they looked into each other's eyes with a warm smile on their faces. With this new day, they knew that a new journey was awaiting them. They had an eternity to spend together now, with each new day bringing some new surprises and heartbreaks, happiness and sadness, love and loss, friends and enemies. They knew that they were about to go on a long journey filled with adventures.

"I love you, Magnus."

"I love you too, Alexander."

[broken-heroes-and-potatoes]

hello hello!! i'm here to send some requests 💖maybe some Bakugou, Tamaki and Hawks best friends to lovers headcanons? good luck with your blog !! 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Thank you so much senpai @bnha-imagines-forall for the shout-out and for the interesting request too, to be honest I have no idea what this is..I don’t think that’s headcanons though’ I hope it’ll be okay nonetheless, don’t hesitate to tell me how I can improve! #toomuchpressure

Katsuki Bakugo

- Being friend with Bakugo is already a big thing, I mean, being upgraded from despise/indifference to tolerance isn’t something Katsuki grants to everyone, so you probably passed some ‘unconscious tests’ throught the early steps of the relationship.

- First of all, you intrigued him, pricked his curiosity whether because of your quirk or your personnality, you immediately caught his attention and even with that, he was definitely not the one who will approach you. He [im]patiently watched from afar, listened to other talk about you, studying your every moves from the corner of his eyes. [spoiler alert, he ended up doing the first move because you took too damn long to give him attention.]

- He had everyone recognitions for his strenght and abilities, but he couldn’t really understand why it bothered him that you never showed him yours, not that he needed it anyways.. but still.

- You ended up hanging with him because of your friendship with Kirishima and even if you he gave you the cold shoulder at first, he quickly accepted you and, to the surprise of his closest friend, undertook friendly actions so you’ll feel at ease around him.

- Bakugo being Bakugo, you often get into passionate and, sometimes, sterile debates with him ‘cause of how stuborn he’s, it usually ends in screams and shouts, or pillow thrown at each other. Whatever, it stimulates him, and more important, no matter what, you still sticked to his side supporting him even when he was in despicable states and you’re defintely worth of his trust and respect because of this.

- You challenge him and it’s what drag him into you, not necessarily on a fighting level, but on a daily basis of every single aspects in his life

- On the other hand, you assure a kind of balance, appeasing him when he can’t go down from a high frustration and he realized that as things progress his feelings evolved too.

- You are one of the only person he never pushed away (too harshly at least), the one he thinks of before falling asleep, the one he felt the ‘need’ to be with when he has something happy to share or when he’s feeling overwheelmed by negative emotions

- He’s an emotional constipated boy, but when he pulled all the pieces together and understood what those...unwanting feelings was, it angered him to no point. You never thought a grumpier Katsuki could exist? Say no more. He’s on edge and fuming at everything and everyone. Midoriya breathing next to him? He nearly blew his head off His pen stopped working? He exploded it like confettis.

- Once he was aware of it, he can’t get it out of his mind and it pissed him off, the only logical option he came up with? Avoiding you. And when you try to act as usual? Ignoring you.

- The fact was that the thing he could least bear? Himself. For feeling that way, for realizing it, for being distracted and affected by something so trivial, for hurting you.

- One night when he couldn’t fall asleep because of the situation, turning and tossing in his bed, he angrily thrown off his sheets on the ground, storming off of his room and frowning while taking the direction of yours with a determine step.

- He knocked [BANGED.] on your door, not giving a freakin’ care that it was past midnight, and when you opened it slightly panicked in your nightie, rubbing your eyes, he just blurted out nonsens and the only words you grabbed were «can’t stop thinking about you – it pisses me off – I miss you – in love with you» ponctuated with some ‘shit’ and‘fuckin’ here and there.

- When he finally shut his mouth, his ears turned bright pink, stupor painted his face and as he was about to leave the same way he arrived, you grabbed his wrist to prevent him to vanish and dropped a quick clumsy kiss on his lips.

- His brain freezed, his eyes wide opened, he didn’t know how to react, not even realizing he woke the entire floor with his shouts.

Tamaki Amajiki

- He’s one of most the complicated person to reach, whether physically or emotionally, so it would take YEARS to make him accept that 1 – He can Love someone 2- He deserves to be Loved too

- Tamaki is a fragile little cinnamon roll that shouldn’t be pushed too much, it’s like sitting into bushes and wait to take wild animals in pictures. Patience and delicacy are required along with silence and empathy.

- If you both knew each other since elementary school, he would develop the same bond and dependance he has with Mirio, a solide relationship based on trust. But he would burried deep down his feelings so you would never discover his love to you, neither do he.

- If you met at U.A, then he would accept your presence only because Mirio and Nejire included you without his opinion to the group. If they do so without really consulting him, it's because they both know you could get along and won’t go beyond the pale and impose yourself on him.

- Either one of the other, he would very slowly open up to you, studying you at first, and leaving each time you sat next to him. Then he would accept that you could speak to him, sometimes he would even answer and to finish, he would talk to you and ask for your advices.

- If you’re lucky enough, you’ll be able to put your hand on his shoulder or brush his arm with yours after a few months!

- There’s something pretty reassuring about you, something that makes him feel at ease, almost confident when you’re around, the way you make all of those impossible things for him look so easy and smooth, and the bravery you show to accomplish little things in your life, even if it costs you a lot of courage to do so. He admires your convictions, the way you fight for what you love and what you believe in..

- He likes the fact you consider his feelings and apprehensions and don’t push him too much as much as you tend to help him find solution and don’t go and do the thing for him.

- You enlighten a path for him, guiding him throught the shadows of his emotional blinders, and help him make few steps in this horrific world. And he needs nothing more to fall in love with you.

- It was crystal clear for everyone to the point some people thought you were already dating, everyone except two persons, Him, and you.

- How he blushes each time you smile to him, how he searches you around when he losts sight of you, and how his own innocent smile gained his lips when you joke with him.

- Your two friends tried, REALLY hard to get you together, to help him realize and open up his feelings, to arranged some date between the two of you  while hidding to spy in the background.. but nope.

- When Mirio couldn’t bear it anymore, he took him under his arm to have an adult talk and it rang in Tamaki’s head like a bell.

- Thinking about it, the warm in his chest, the goosebump on his arms and the way he, sometimes [often], wanted to keep you close and don’t let you go after an afternoon by your side.. Mirio’s words do made sens.. and it was freaking him out now.

- A trap later settled into one more arranged date, he couldn’t look at you in the eyes, nor focus on what you were saying. You were so… and he was.. No. You definitely deserved better and there were no chance..

- «Are you.. okay Tamaki?» His heart was about to exploded when you got him out of his thoughts with the sound of his name, eyes wondering on your face in panic, what where you saying ? Why does he have to act like this, why do you look so sad? He’s already a terrible friend, how could he be a good boyfriend to you

- «No, it’s- it’s okay, I should have know you're not returning my feelings, I’am sorry I misread the signs-I .. I hope we can still be friend?»

- Tamaki thought he was about to faint when he heard you, wobbly legs, buzzing ears, blurry vision, he couldn’t think straight, but the tiny bit of reason in his head push few words to escape from his lips before he black out from the pressure. «I love you.»

Hawks - Keigo Takami

- This cocky Bastard had won your heart for ages but you kept it to yourself because you knew it was just a game between the two of you.

- You had to admit he was a pretty cute guy when you both met and began to work together, but this smart ass deserved some slaps on the head from time to time and it was a charm that would drag you to him even more.

- You were like an elusive target to him, reproaching his nonchalance and laid back attitude, spending your time pushing him away and resisting to his teasing demeanors.

- Despite the constant lazyness he tends to wallow in, he took it as a challenge and he put a point of honor to make you abdicate.

- [Un]fortunately, after months of playing with your nerves, he got caught at his own game and he was the one to fall deeply for you.

- You also fell for him hard, and quick after you two became friends, it was some kind of funny fight at first, a pleasant banter between two grown persons, he was throwing flirty comments your way and you answered to him with a wink accompanied by snarky remarks.

- Beyond that, the two of you created a really healthy bonds, he knew in a sec’ when something’s wrong and dropped anything he was doing to cheer you up, leaving all of the challenge out.

- He would took you on the roof of his building to watch a reassuring movie outdoor, your favorite snacks prepared, even if he would never admit that he fly throught the whole city to find them.

- It surprised him how much he remembered useless things when it comes to you, how many sugar you put in your tea, how your mustard scarf look good on you and how the tint of vanilla in your perfurme get along perfectly with the natural one of your skin.

- He also noticed the changed in his feelings toward you, for example, he was annoyed to the tips of his wings when Best Jeanist proposed to accompanied you to chose a new jacket to welcome spring and you seemed utterly happy about it.

- Whether for you or for him, it was more and more difficult to accept the situation when you realized how the feelings had settled down and there was no way to back off now that the relationship always been like that.

- He tried to didn’t take it seriously, but he liked this..thing.. going on between you too much, could he call it an addiction? He didn’t like it but, Maybe. Anyway, he would take the risk to confess even if it means not coming out unscathed

- Being an organised and clever guy didn’t help him much because each of is attempts to wooed you failed as you took it as the natural behaviour he developped toward you.

- And God knows how he gave it his best, he made it clear to call it «A DATE», he offered you flowers carefuly picked with his feathers while you were both sitting in a meadow as the sun set, he was neatly dressed and if you squinted a lot, he even did something to his hair!

- You wished all of this could be true but you refused to believe in it, because the fall would only be harder, proof with how hard the pain already thundered in your chest.

- When he leaded you home that night, you felt as if you didn’t wanted him to go, it wasn’t the first time, but right now, you would have given everything you could to keep him by your side. You anxiously turned to him once you reached the door, no word were needeed for him to understand what was going on in your mind.

- He approached confidently, shielding you both with his wings, his gloved hand on your cheek before you could react and his mouth on yours in a chaste kiss. You felt a smile crept on his lips when you put enough pressure to return it and he pulled away slowly.

- You plunged into amused golden eyes when his breath tickled you in a whispered words «I won», he laughed against your lips, trying once more to steal a kiss as you pushed him away gently, not-so-nice words leaving your mouth.