#(not just them though. everything that's happened in this window has been wild 😭)

[callofdudes]

*presents to you* price being a father figure to you and bringing you back to meet his wife where she treats you like her child 😭😭😭😭

Three makes a family.

John Price's history with his inability to have children was a rough one. His wife was a gentle woman with the heart of a lion inside. She had all the care a mother could provide and no children she could pour her love into. It was a struggle, but over the years they'd made due with themselves.

The idea of adoption has come up a few times, but John doesn't like the thought of being away so much from said child. It just wasn't a good situation they had found themselves in.

Price creating the 141 was just one of those ways that Price felt what it might be like to have family. Sure, he got his fair experience of what rounding up a gaggle of children would have been like. But he enjoyed the feeling of having fellow adults he could meet on his level while feeling paternal toward them.

You are one of them.

Price has had his fair share of wild run ins with you. And he's no stranger to getting you and John for something. But you were a good soldier regardless.

Talk of his family was limited of course. You guys knew he didn't have children, but not much more than that. Simon had been to the house before but refused to tell, it wasn't the greatest time when you visited anyway.

But now it's your turn to take up the mantle. Price's wife had decided she wanted company over at the house when he returned, so he invited one of you in secret as to not make the others potentially jealous or crowd his wife.

And that's how you got here, in the busy rush of the airport and following Price like a loet lamb to find the exit after grabbing your bags. Price looked around for his wife, and he spotted a sign with his name, and the most beautiful woman.

He smiled and led you over, falling in love all over again when he saw her.

"John!" She put the sign down and rushed to hug him, his firm arms curling around her. "Rebecca." *He replied fondly, kissing the top of her head. She had chest length blonde hair and a simple but lovely complexion.

You couldn't help a little smile at seeing them reunited, and a tad sheepish at meeting your captain's wife.

She opened her eyes, still smooshed against his chest and waved at you softly.

You waved back shyly.

They pulled away and Rebecca held out her hand to you. "Rebecca, and you are-"

"Everyone on base calls me Egg."

"Ah, John has told me a lot about you." She motioned for you two to follow her, walking with you back to the entrance of the airport.

"Wait- what has he been saying??" You cocked an eyebrow up.

"Only good things I promise." Price said quickly, to which Rebecca chuckled and shook her head softly.

You shot Price a look, and he innocently turned his head away to look back at his wife like nothing happened.

Rebecca gave you an entire window tour on the way back. You didn't mind listening to her introduce you to everything you passed. Her tone was warm and her smile never left her lips when he addressed you. It made you feel welcome, it was such a warm feeling that you felt around Price. Fitting.

Their house was beautiful, as much as London homes are, but theirs had a particular charm to it. Like a newly wed couple buying their first house together and never moving.

You lugged your bags up the driveway and into the house behind Rebecca, Price keeping the door open for you.

"Your place is nice." You commented when you put your bags down.

"Thank you. The spare bedroom is upstairs, I'll show you." She slipped her shoes off and motioned for you to follow.

The spare bedroom was a queen mattress, the walls were a light baby blue, and it made you smile. "Child's room?" You asked without thinking, and soon realizing your mistake.

Rebecca smiled, though her eyes dimmed in sadness. "We'd hoped. But you can have it." She went to the closet and pulled out some extra blankets. "In case it gets cold you can layer up. And if you need anything in here don't hesitate to tell us."

You nodded. "Thank you, I will."

Price squeezed your shoulder as you went to set up the room, and then turned to greet his wife properly with a loving kiss.

---

The first couple days at the house were nice, Rebecca was incredibly hospitable. She accommodated what you needed, and the double attention from Price was a win for you.

Rebecca couldn't help seeing you as a kiddo for her to take care of. The way Price was with you, wrapping an arm around you for snuggles or teasing you at dinner.

"Do you like cookies??" She asked from the kitchen as she kneaded the small balls of cookie dough and placed them on a tray.

"Cookies sound good. What kind??" You looked over at her from the table.

"Just chocolate chip. I figured I'd go simple."

You smiled a little. "Yeah, that sounds nice."

She nodded and finished putting the cookies on the tray and slid them into the oven. "They'll be out in a bit." She came by and gently patted your shoulder, a comforting touch from her.

Price came in from the patio after having a smoke and coughed when he walked in.

Rebecca and you both looked at him when he entered.

"John, be careful." Rebecca scolded softly, walking over and lifting his chin, seeing his tired eyes. She sighed softly and took his hand. "Go relax darling, a nap will do you more good than a cigar."

He hummed and shrugged. He tiredly stole a kiss from her lips before he had to lean into his arm to cough again.

You put your phone down and lightly shake your head. "Come on Captain."

Price huffed indignantly. "Oh so now both of you are policing me around??" He smirked and tugged Rebecca in by her waist and allowed you over.

But he didn't fight, allowing himself to be led to bed, and he flopped down, feeling you curl up to his left side, and Rebecca got comfy with a book at his other.

Price squeezed her hand and ruffled your hair. He wasn't old, but mannnn, he loves his old man naps.

You smiled as you got comfy, looking up at Rebecca. She looked back at you and smiled too, letting you rest.

And you woke up to the delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies. Price searched lazily for Rebecca, his arm still securely wrapped around you.

You yawned and rolled, hiding against his chest. He patted your shoulder and looked over at the door. "C'mon... I smell cookies."

"Ok..." You groaned and managed to drag yourself off of Price's chest and follow him downstairs where Rebecca was reading at the table.

"Cookies are ready." She said when she heard you two, smiling softly.

"Thank you, darling." Price said sleepily, going to the stove and taking up a cookie.

You hummed excitedly and also went for one. "Gooey." You said between bites, "I like them."

"I'm glad I could make them for you two."

She was like Price to you, a strong rock, and a warm embrace. She was like a mother, and that made you happy as much as it did her. She'd give anything to be a mother, and she wasn't picky of who it was she got to cherish.

(I know there's a lot of her character we've digested over a long time, this was the best I could come up with. I'm on a time crunch but take this. 🙂)

[legowolas]

I think we all deserve this:

[ID: A gold award ribbon with text on it that reads "I survived the summer 2023 transfer window". End ID.]

[reveluving]

a little more love ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: when two of the most fearsome werewolves do whatever they can to convince their beloved to cancel dinner night with the pups.

warnings: loads of kisses, hugs and but no s~mut. not yet, at least (still, minors DNI!), very cheesy ngl; peter & deuc just really love their vampire wifey <3

a/n: omg a debut?? s/o to @fanficimagery​; their Peter fics + others are the reasons why I wrote this—awakening another wild side of of mine to the point of no return (affectionately) 😭 I got another one in the making tho, trust! love y’all and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading the series? check out the m.list!

'Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight.' ;

The sound of blackbirds chirping outside your window was enough to wake you up from your slumber. You stirred but could barely move with the arm around you and pulling you close. Their chest rose and fell at a pace so relaxing, so comforting, it could've lulled you back to sleep right away.

"Did you sleep well?" You shivered at the voice, deep and barely awake, forcing you to crack one eye open. You craned your neck, welcoming the very sight of the man holding you dearly. You hummed, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you nuzzled into him.

"You're so comfy." You murmured, the silky sheets against your skin would've been more than enough to chain you to bed for another hour or two.

Too bad you had other plans.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You blinked, noticing the hues ranging from orange to pink coming from the window, an indication that sunset was nearing faster than you had anticipated.

"You looked so peaceful." Deuc responded casually as if you hadn't promised the pack dinner night, which was happening in two hours.

"I didn't even hear the alarm." You blindly took your phone on the nightstand, finding it impossible for you to sleep through one in the first place.

But, Deuc's sudden lack of response told you everything you needed to know.

So, you placed your phone away before turning to him.

"Deuc," He hummed, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No?"

"Deuc!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at you before huffing out a 'yes'.

"Can't we just order takeout?"

"Even they can do that from their own home," You grinned, poking his cheek, "And you know no one delivers to this side of the road past seven."

"Then we could always just order now and ask one of them to pick it up later," He was hell-bent on making you stay, the offer especially enticing when he pulled the covers over you with him, "Or better yet, ask him to pick it up and make himself useful for once."

You snorted, only to jump when fingers lightly traced your spine.

"Hey," You admonished lightly, "Behave."

"You can't expect a man to behave when he has such beauty in his arms." He slipped his hand under the blanket, "Come on, all you have to do is cancel it, and we'll make sure to take such good care of you."

You whined, squirming in his arms as though you were fighting your inner demons before sitting up, but not before covering your bare chest with the blanket.

"Nice try, handsome, but I’m not falling for your tricks." You pointed directly at his nose, only to sputter when he countered your sudden determination by nipping the tip of your index finger.

"Angel, you always do," Touché, "The pups can fend for themselves for another day, can't they?"

"Deuc," You sighed shaking your head in amusement; you could never get mad at him. You turned your head a little, kissing his palm before caressing his cheek with your free hand, "I haven't seen them for over a week, God knows whether or not they've taken care of themselves since. It's only for a couple of hours, I promise."

Deuc narrowed his eyes at you, trying not to give in to your puppy eyes.

But he knew better.

He let his head fall to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright," You perked up, only to be caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you down to him for a heated kiss, taking your breath away as his tongue lightly ran across the tip of your fangs. Your whimpers only motivated him to take back his own words and never let you leave the bed, but he loved you too much to say no.

He pulled away, satisfied with the way you looked back at him with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I'd expect some sort of return if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself for a few hours?"

Puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment, you were barely able to maintain eye contact as intense as his before giving him a quick peck at the lips.

"Angel," He chuckled, "If that's the kind of payment you're planning to give, I'd expect at least a couple more."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much," He responded nonchalantly as though he wasn't practically basking in your reactions, "In fact, I could wake up to this every day."

There was no point arguing with this man, not especially when you had dinner to whip up in under two hours. So, you took a deep breath, lowering yourself for a proper kiss. Deuc was eager, that much was clear as he chased after your lips, keeping you still with one hand on the back of your head.

He shivered as you lightly ran your nails down his chest, slowly pulling away before letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Much better."

It had taken Deuc exactly a good half an hour to get his fill of you before begrudgingly letting you go to take a shower, promising to help you out right after.

You, on the other hand, have been at it in the kitchen for an hour, seasoning your stroganoff before moving on with the dessert.

Just then, you froze, feeling a pair of eyes from the living room watching your every move. You slowly placed the bowl of unwhipped cream onto the counter, hoping to look as neutral as possible. The presence, however, had seen right through you, because as soon as you faced the entrance to the foyer, you felt their warm breath against your neck before they spun you around. You yelped, feeling yourself fall backwards despite their hands securely holding onto your hips.

Your hands shot up to their back, one around his neck and the other gripping the back of their shirt. Had it been anyone else, other than Deuc, you would've instinctively torn their throat out even before they could even put their hands on you.

But, this was Peter you were talking about.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

‘You've got to be kidding me.’

"Jesus, Hale," He was clearly proud of himself, the debonair smile on his face especially growing when you released the grip on his shirt in favour of covering a part of your face, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is by far the worst line I've ever heard, coming from you."

"Oh, I know," He shrugged, leaning in closer, "But it's worth seeing that pretty face of yours scrunch up like that."

He pressed his lips against yours before you could even respond with a snarky remark, pulling away just as fast in favour of the adorable stupefied look you always had each time he or Deuc had taken you by surprise.

"But it does smell good in here." He brought up back up from the dip before taking a good whiff of your homemade gravy in the pot.

"Only the best for the best," You mused, hearing him purr in agreement for a moment before adding, "Oh, and for you too, I guess."

He was speechless, to say the least. At least for a while.

"Why, you," He didn't even give you the time to turn away before he attacked your neck and collarbone with wet kisses, the exaggerated sounds of his smooches growing louder the more you cried out to him to stop.

He did, eventually, but he made sure he gave you enough to sag in his arms, resting against him for a moment as he mumbled against your cold skin.

"Would be nice if we had the night to ourselves." Oh. You covered your face yet again, now with both of your hands.

"Not you too," You felt the chuckle vibrating through him, "You and Deuc planned this, didn't you?"

"Depends," He drawled, clearly feigning ignorance, "Is it working?"

Fuck yeah, it is.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Big mistake.

Your mouth gaped open wide as though you had surprised yourself, knowing he had taken your statement as a challenge when he pursed his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

You squeaked as he pulled you to his chest, one of his hands remained on your hips while raising the other that he intertwined with yours. You were sure his eyes had dilated, enjoying the way you bashfully look up at him through your lashes, gasping as soon as his hand crept up past the hem of your shirt.

"Peter," You giggled nervously, "Where is that hand going?"

He hummed.

"Places."

Just then, he switched directions, sliding further down before moving under the waistband of your shorts.

"Places where I'd want to touch," Down, "To kiss," Up, "To lick," Down, "To nibble on."

Each time his hands move, no matter where they ended up, all you could do was shiver. He dipped his head, nibbling on your earlobe.

"If and only if my angel says so."

He was seeking your permission—just like Deuc did.

"I want to," Oh? "But later, okay?" Oh. You tried not to giggle as he deflated from your answer, "Especially since the two of you haven't made it any easier for me to say no today."

Not that you'd ever deny these two whatsoever.

"Please?" You cupped his face, thinking through your next words before mumbling, "Just hold on for a few hours and I'm all yours and Deuc's."

His eyes dilated from the mere promise, holding onto both of your hands and pulling you in to capture your lips with his. It was as deep and passionate as the one you had with Deuc, your legs nearly buckled if it wasn't for his quick reflex.

"Pretty girl, you'll be the death of me."

The audacity.

"Oh, like you're any better," You rolled your eyes playfully, "Now, you either help me with the potatoes or take these plates and march out to the dining room."

He opted for the potatoes, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulders and nearly causing you to burn the caramel sauce that you were making to pair with your homemade ice cream.

Deuc came down to the kitchen a little while later, only to shoot a glare at Peter for putting him on dishes duty. You saw the way Peter smirked as Deuc stalked out, dropping his expression to a barely innocent kind when he noticed you watching him.

"A grump, let me tell you," Peter commented, not bothering to lower his voice and earning himself a growl from the other room. You silently giggled before pushing him lightly.

Quarter past seven, and you walked out to serve the big pot of stroganoff and a whole bunch of sides in the dining room, where Deuc had just finished wiping the last cutlery. As soon as he did, he wrapped one arm around you, resting his head against your tummy. You could tell he was a little miffed over the petty arrangement, so you leaned in and kissed the crown of his head a couple of times, drawing a soft laugh from him.

No doubt Peter had seen you trying to cheer Deuc up and would probably cage you in his arms until you do the same for him.

A couple of hugs and hundreds more kisses later, the pack finally arrived, their exhaustion from surviving the week palpable as they greeted you with hugs or the Hale's exchanging meaningful pleasantries with you.

Deuc and Peter watched as your face continued to light up, from scooping a generous portion of noodles and stroganoff to listening to each and every one of them about the rough week they all had. Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight. This dinner was your idea, after all, treating the pack with the endless amount of love you had to offer. They only helped you out, though they'd gladly accept your gratitude at any given moment.

You were not blind to the looks they gave you either, so soft, even you didn't think they were capable of such emotion. You've either looked away or rushed out to the kitchen to 'top up the necessary' as a poor excuse to shy away from their gazes.

Soon, things began to calm down, and you shooed the pack to the living room, but not before being bombarded by offers to do the dishes. You gave in, eventually, and as soon as the final plate was washed, you pointed to the living room, much to everyone’s amusement.

Besides Deuc and Peter, who were helping you with the leftovers, everyone else started doing their own thing in the meantime; Scott, Stiles and Lydia were already lying on your rug, Malia and Kira were looking at your bookshelf, ranging from interesting novels with odd titles to the fishbowl of Marimo moss balls, because you wanted a ‘pet’ that ‘understood you best’.

None of the pack understood you till this day, not until Kira pointed out that Marimo moss balls survived best in low light, and you heard the rest of the pack answer with a collective ‘ooh’.

Derek, just like his cousin, had been doing the same, but from the comforts of the couch he was lounging on instead. Though he was the only one on his own, he seemed to be at peace, the deep wrinkles usually etched in between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as dinner finally caught up to him. All in all, everyone was looking and feeling much better when they first arrived, but you couldn’t blame them. They were carrying responsibilities that were thrice as heavy as an average teenager.

Basically, you were glad to see them finally taking a load off.

The relief you were practically giving off to both Peter and Deuc was endearing, seeing your unfaltering smile despite the way your sensitive nose scrunched up a couple of times as you scooped the gravy into a container.

“You were right, angel,” Deuc was the first to speak up since the comfortable silence, “This dinner night was worth it.”

“Really?” The shine in your eyes was enough of a solid answer, “What changed?”

“That,” You tilted your head, “That pretty smile of yours.”

You mustered up a nervous smile, peeping out a small ‘oh’ before continuing with the leftovers.

At least, you tried to.

“No, no,” Peter came up behind you, intertwining his fingers with yours, “What did we say about hiding your smile?”

You peered up at Deuc, who nodded you encouragingly.

“That it only encourages you two to make me smile even more.” You whispered just enough for them to hear, trying your hardest to look elsewhere as they praised you with a simultaneous ‘atta girl’. Peter raised your laced hands, kissing the back of yours while Deuc took the other and did the same.

And just to spite you in the best way possible, they kissed either of your cheek, Deuc taking your left whereas Peter on your right.

But before they could melt you further, you heard an ‘oop’, followed by Lydia’s ‘Stiles!’ before she dragged him off. The poor boy had accidentally seen the tooth-rotting display at its peak, especially between his former nemeses and his godmother. It didn’t bother them in the slightest though. They turned to you, only to see your wide-eyed mortification. You could’ve really traumatized him or anyone else for that matter, had Stiles’ interruption not happened, and you had no doubt these two could care less in favour of devouring you in the kitchen.

Shameless.

But you loved them anyway.

That still didn’t stop you from glaring at the two, at least you tried to, losing your composure when they both ganged up on you with their knowing smirk—a telltale that they haven’t forgotten about your promise.

They eventually put you out of your misery, but their lingering touches had only been amped up to the max, letting you know that they were growing impatient to have you.

And the second the pack leaves, boy, were you in for the night.

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The Beer Wench (T.R)

GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH A NEW CHAPTER!!

SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG I ACTUALLY FEEL SO BAD, I HAD SCHOOL AND THEN ONCE I GOT USED TO THE SCHEDULE I HAD NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHING, BUT I'M BACK AND HERE IS A TATUM RILEY X READER IMAGINE!!

Contains: Fluff, mentions of alcohol, make out session, mentions of sex (nothing descriptive), slight mentions of being nervous/anxiety, and swearing. (not proofread)

This is a Tatum Riley x reader, reader saves Tatum without realizing it. I hope you enjoy this!

This was a request from Chloeetluna

TATUM'S POV

Me and (Y/N) walked into a small store, we got invited to go to Stu's party tonight, she was a bit hesitant and nervous about going, and it definitely took a lot of convincing, cuddles, and bribing to get her to go, but it worked. 

"What exactly are we buying?" I questioned as I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist while resting my head on her shoulder.

"Not sure, just stuff that everyone will enjoy, maybe get them some beer, everyone likes that right?"

"Yeah they love it, have you seen them, they're like wild animals the second they see it" She lets out a soft chuckle at the statement. 

"You're right" She says as she picks up a few cases of beer and sets them in the cart.

We both finish shopping, we get a few snacks that everyone will enjoy, and a whole lot of beer because they're all like ants when they see honey. She ended up using a fake ID to buy it, which surprised me a bit since she wasn't really much of a "fake ID and beer person", but she was popular and went to many high school parties, so I'm sure she picked something up from it. We grab our grocery bags and got into my brother's car. 

"Who was getting the movies for tonight, or was it us that was supposed to do that?" I could tell she was getting a bit nervous since she didn't want to mess this up, sometimes you'd be surprised the fact that she has been to so many parties since she always gets so anxious about everything being perfect.

"Calm down baby, I think either Billy or Stu was getting the movies, or maybe Randy, I have no idea, but it's not our job, don't worry, we're fine." I grabbed her hand and ran my thumb over her knuckles, she seemed to calm down a bit when I did that. (Help I actually forgot who got the movies 😭)

We arrived at Stu's house, we grabbed our things and got out of the car, Dewey rolled his window down, which means he was going to say something stupid or embarrassing.

"No making out or having sex!" Dewey yelled

"Oh my god Dewey, shut up!"

"I'm serious!" He yells once again.

Thankfully, (Y/N) and Dewey were friends so (Y/N) found it funny whenever he did stuff like that. 

"Oh my god he is so stupid" I say annoyed

"I think it's funny" She says, I found it a bit cute when she said that, I wrapped my arm around her and we walked inside the house. 

"You were tardy to the party so we started without you" Stu says and he holds a funnel and pours beer down it.

"Gross" (Y/N) says, "Can we go to the living room please?" She says in a sweet voice

"Yeah come on" I grab her hand and take her to the couch, we were originally just supposed to watch a movie but it turned into a make out session. I cupped her cheeks and she placed both her hands on my thighs. Immediate butterflies. She placed her soft lips against mine and starts with a light make out, after a minute, she slips her tongue in which takes me by surprise, we continue this for a few seconds until Stu walks up to us and asks me to get beer from the basement.

"What am I the beer wench?" I say partially annoyed mostly in a joking tone though, I start to get up but a quiet, soft voice stops me.

"Tatum?" I looked at my girlfriend confused, she seemed sad? maybe more nervous than anything.

"Please don't go down there, I have a bad feeling" She says which breaks my heart a bit.

"Its okay, I'll be back in a minute don't worry"

"No, please don't go!" She begs again.

"Nothing bad will happen, stop stressing out." I say softly

"Can I go with you at least?" She's obviously nervous, she also loves horror movies, I think she has watched too many with Randy.

"Yeah come on." I tell her and she immediately springs up and intertwines our hands, she also asked Randy to stand by the door to make sure nothing would happen. We grabbed the beer, and went back upstairs, all safe, just like I said. We set the beer down on the table and go back on the couch.

"We're okay, see? Nothing bad happened, you're okay." I say as I cupped both her cheeks with my hand.

"I love you Tatum" I give her a peck on the lips real quick.

"I love you more (Y/N)"

A/N 

IM SORRY I HAVEN'T WROTE ANYTHING IN LIKE 4 MONTHS, IM GOING TO TRY AND BE BETTER ABOUT WRITING CONSISTENTLY INSTEAD OF DISAPPEARING FOR LIKE 5 YEARS 😭😭. ALSO I KNOW THIS ISN'T THE BEST BUT I FELT SO BAD FOR NOT WRITING THAT I HAD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING AND QUICKLY TOO, SO HERE IT IS. MAKE SURE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, I LOVE YOU ALL!!! ❤️❤️

[takalzuoom]

Hi! I really enjoyed your headcannons about Leona and Riddle as reader’s besties. Can I please request best friends hcs for Vil and Malleus?

Omg I’m writing this in English

But I’m so glad you enjoyed the riddle and Leona scenarios 🙈

Oh my god i literally loved writing this like- this is probably one of my favorites to write, i’m sorry for the wait but tysm requesting 🙈

May have overindulged in malleus… 😺

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oh my god

Even if you're nice i can immediately imagine the plastics

HE INVENTED THE BURN BOOK

With you vil (and sometimes) rook, you're unstoppable and cause people to have nightmares

In order for you to even be seen together, you have to have pride in your appearance, But if you have opposite aesthetics,i think you’re gonna have to be pretty tame cause if you get a little too … wild, he’ll literally bully you💀

But other than that- he's an absolute menace- like he’d absolutely throw away your lunch, look back at you and smile saying ‘you’ll thank me for this later’

IF YOU TRY GIVING HIM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET HE’LL ‘SMILE’, CHUCKS IT SOMEWHERE, AND APPEAR WITH MATCHING LUXURY BRAND BRACELETS CLAIMING ‘ i won't have that fake metal touch and ruin my skin. You're welcome by the way’

You never knew what happened to it, but once you see it sitting prettily on his vanity, you know the gesture meant a lot to him

Okay listen- you literally become his emotional support friend

He won't go anywhere without you😭 that's only if you’ve been friends for super long and know him- like really know him

(Your relationship reminds me of me and my sisters, her constantly calling me into her room to hang out while she does whatever with hair and makeup while I’m on my phone talking to her)

Though some people point out that you're basically his assistant, you both know that's just chatter as Vil trusts you immensely.

Cause he’s someone who solely believes that you should do important matters yourself, but he’s let his guard down and let you lighten his load a bit

(That’s an unspoken indicator that you values you far more than you’d ever know)

The industry is hard and you can’t trust anyone- so knowing youre there in his corner, or even there in general relaxes him a bit, though its very uncomfortable at first

He may appear to be a diva, but even he sometimes gets caught up in his head.

While i dont see him skipping meals, he will calorie count

And if it’s a bad day / week, I can see him freaking out if even one minisquill of pigment is out of place. He’ll probably throw his things on the floor and grip at his hair as he refuses to cry.

He has a lot of pent up rage so 😿

You will definitely have to keep an eye on him. Don't confront him in public or else he will point out your flaws, bringing the unwanted attention to you

“Stressed? Potato are you feeling well? You don't look… heh, well as you do usually “ he gives you a once over “so go along to your dorm and catch some rest…”

You always know what gossip’s going on.

How Leona failed his last test. Or malleus cried in class. How Riddle talks to animals. You. Know. Everything.

I see him as valuing your opinion, so sometimes when he isnt sure if he likes how a shoot / a photo came out, he’ll ask you- sometimes taking your judgment other times doing the opposite

Screams at the tv 💀

Like yall could be watching cheer and when they’re at Daytona he’ll shush you any time you try to talk, or (when he knows no one is in a square radius of his room, dorms closed, windows locked, rook hunting- he’ll start screaming

Has no problem confronting people, if one of your friends block you for no reason, he’ll go up to them (when he deems fit) and ask why they’d do that

Basically an extrovert adopting an introvert if you truly think about it

PETTY. THIS MAN IS PETTY.

SO MANY BACKHANDED COMPLIMENTS THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHEN HE SAYS REAL COMPLIMENTS

He’s gotta keep you on your toes

“…What are you wearing?”

“…I thought it was cute…”

“oh… well you look like the ugly duckling who got dumped in oil and cooked alive- go change”

If you think he doesn't give you a weekly makeover and give you a proper skin care routine, you're deadly mistaken

In his free time I can see him totally helping you with potions and chemistry, and since he’s into skin care and make up he’ll just suddenly nerd out while looking at different skin care products

… close to being a Karen- has class and he’s socially conscious so he isn't

Also will help you with social media rules and social rules if you‘re oblivious about them (like me)

Will give you pep talks that will linger with you for months, maybe even a whole year as Vil knows what he’s talking about

You need him as much as he needs you, and if someone tries to tell you differently, they’ll suddenly have the worst luck 🤥

He tries to keep you out of the spotlight as 1/ he doesn't want you to get involved and 2. It’s his spotlight. So when you're out you’ll have to keep yourself disguised since he’s as conscious about his reputation as he is his skincare

Gives you the ‘boys are shit’ talk

“but you’re a guy”

“no. i’m a queen, rook is a boy”

“excuse you but i’m a man”

But over all, yall are staying best friends - forever 😈

Keeps you away from neige

matching outfits that aren’t tacky

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬

omg, omg my little pony didn't prepare him enough for this

In order for you guys to become friends, you’d either have to not know who he is, be paired up as partners, or talk to him as a dare 💀 (Please keep that one to yourself, cause his three musketeers will literally ruin you)

But please, he's so happy that you actually talked to him. just walking with him to class will lift his spirits, and he’ll look forward to talking to you again

And, yeah at first he’s awkward, you are too cause ‘why are people looking at me like they’ve seen a ghost’

But please. Be kind. He’s a sweetie 😿

Gives you the weirdest nicknames, ‘child of man’ being his favorite

call him mal or mal-mal and he’ll gleam with delight

But the more you spend time with him, figuring out he's more… odd, than intimidating

The people in diasomnia are blessed with actual sunshine and thats bringing his retainers through a loop becuase- what the fuck is wrong with malleus?

Sebek is losing his head and lilia,albeit amused since he never saw this side of him, wants to know what’s going on. and silver’s in one of his classes so he knows

You definitely get cornered by them💀 sorry bro but they’ll probably threaten you DBFNCOISUJGR

And when sebek literally degrades your entire bloodline and calls your mom a ‘wench’ you start to avoid malleus :(

He tries to talk to you but you're always either in a hurry or whisked away by one of the first years…

“Oh… I see”

Cue sebek, lilia and silver watching from a corner

So a week passes

…and 17 diasomnia students have ended up in the infirmary because of the constraint lighting strikes-

And three of them finally put 4 and 4 together and realize they’ve possibly made a mistake (lilia already knew this, but he just wanted to see what happens- cheeky little bastard👹)

And malleus, finally having enough comes up to you as you’re playing with grim, freezes everything in time expect you and just- talks

10 minutes later y'all are friends again and going to get lunch😻

Ignores his retainers for a day

He’s definitely a passive person. Not being able to say his disdain for things out right, but with carefully crafted words he could call someone’s mom a whore and they’d be thanking him for the supposed compliment

Honestly if people see you around malleus they’ll genuinely think he’s threatening you / holding your family hostage

“Blink twice if youre in danger”

“Why would they be in danger? Are they being threatened? If so…” 😟

But then again- scary dog privileges👁👁

Which has resorted to multiple rescue attempts from the first year squad

He’s a little jealous when they succeed cause he wants to join in on the fun too :((

You join the gargoyle research club! He asked you and since you didn't have anything going on at the time, and needed some kind of breather from… the trio of mayhem

Plus he looked so… lonely 🤥

LOGOWEAR FHG PLEASE HE’S NOT A CHARITY CASE CAUSE HE MAKES BEING ALONE ALL MYSTERIOUS WHEN IN REALITY THE MLP THEME SONG IS BLASTING IN THERE

Some times he’ll say there’s an emergency meeting and takes you out of class just to wander around the school after coaxing from lilia

He loves hearing about your adventures with the first years, loving the way your eyes sparkle and you talk animatedly about what goes on. Just.

*sighs dreamily*

Out of all of them i think it’s easiest to get into a relationship with malleus

Please do makeovers with him. Stick those saturated butterflyclips in his hair and attempt to do different makeup and hair styles on him and he’ll be so happy, on the inside, with a slight smile is on his face on the outside

Don't let sebek catch you though-

“What are you doing to the young master! Let go of him this instant!”

YOU TWO HAVE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS SHUT UP.

Extra credit points if its mlp related

(Malleus watches mlp literally fight me- yall binge it too.)

I WILL KEEP PUSHING THIS

Flexes accidentally 🧍🏻

Like no, he’ll talk about how on break he went to some exotic island like its nothing you only found out that it was rich and exotic when ace and deuce look like they were about to faint when you told them he invited you

I WANNA MAKE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS FOR HIM CAUSE UGHUREGHF- he will secretly court you if he likes you 🧍🏻

Okay back on track, even though he’s the ‘big bad malleus’ he has bad nights too, where he just cuddles into his covers, and hides himself from the world, that was truly when you realized he’s just like everyone else. That he’s not some robot. Some kind of a golden pedestal that sebek constantly has him on

You platonically cuddle cause he’s so touch starved- he’s either FREEZING and incredibly warm. No in between.

Sebek has approached you repeatedly asking you ‘how to get closer to the young master’

And you, still. Not over him practically calling your mom a whore, tell him to just, open his eyes a little more walks around with his eyes wide the next day- GBFNVIOSEF IK HE’S NOT FULLY OBLIVIOUS BUT WHEN IT COMES TO MALLEUS, C’MON

Out of everyone, i don't think you’ll have any true fights, malleus treasuring you, one of his only friends, so he makes sure communication is there

Y’all are 4lifers. You're his ride or die.

You also help him try to talk to leona more cause he, for some reason, wants to be his friend and- oh my god the chaos that ensues

[olivinesea]

Hey! Do you take requests? If not, feel free to ignore this, but if you do, my I suggest (Inspired by the post you reblogged and only if you want to!!!), writing something using that “are you hurt?!” thing on Hotch (or whoever you want!)? It’s one of my favorites as well 😭 but again, only if you want to!

Your writing is really amazing, and I hope you have a great day!

Good god, I cannot tell you how sorry I am this took me so long. It was so exciting to get a request, unfortunately I just am the slowest of all time. I hope you're still around and I hope you believe me when I tell you how much I appreciate you sending this, despite my extreme tardiness. Finally, I hope it hits the spot and always (any of you!) feel free to send me your thoughts or ideas.

Noise That Laughs

Emily has to save Hotch, yet again. ~3k

The tension had wound to the point where she felt it like an ache in her teeth. All day, it’d been hot and still and the light fell flat, like the end of summer on another planet. This case had been going for too long, people’s exterior calm beginning to crack as they reviewed the same information over and over.

Emily, standing by the window in an effort to feel some sort of air circulation, muttered darkly, “There’s nothing moving out there.”

She’d disliked this place since they arrived, a very distinct feeling of distrust emanated from everything including the signposts. They weren’t wanted there, seemingly brought in only to be kept an eye on, like a mouse being tracked by a snake. Emily hated it. If it had been up to her, she’d have had them turned around before they even unpacked. However Aaron Hotchner and his sense of duty had them trapped there, running themselves up against dead ends that were just plausible enough to be excusable but frequent enough to make Emily suspicious.

Thunder rolled in the distance, following the lightning that struck outside their view but caused the yellow sky to flicker.

The local sheriff on the case hummed, more to himself than in active dialogue, “Earthquake weather.”

Emily looked back at him, more sharply than she should, “What?”

He shifted his eyes back to her from where he’d been following her gaze out the window, then repeated himself as if that were a reasonable response.

She scoffed, tired of this backwoods bullshit. Confident in her disbelief she countered, “That’s not real,” only to catch Reid nodding absently in agreement. “You can’t be serious.”

Reid shrugged his shoulders, spreading his hands wide apologetically, “It’s a thing.”

“It is not,” petulant, Emily turned to Hotch for backup, expecting to be met with a similar sense of astonished outrage at Reid’s unforeseen turn toward superstition.

Hotch, however was not looking at her, back bowed slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck, wishing the nerves there would relax and allow some of his headache to dissipate. He didn’t anticipate that happening any time soon though, not with the way things had been going. This case had taken on an eerie sense of unreality, each day seeming to be a repeat of the one before. He stared hard at the photographs, the map, the carefully written index cards, trying to make sense of the pieces that skipped just out of reach. He was uncertain how many afternoons he’d taken up this same stance, willed understanding to light up, to run the circuitry of his thoughts and get them somewhere in this case, somewhere out of this town.

Emily made a sound of disgust, shaking her head as she left the room, letting her feet land a little more heavily than necessary, unable to control this childish reaction and feeling sickened   by it. What was happening here, why had they all fallen off kilter with one another? She felt like she could scream if only to cut through the tension with her frustration. She worried this town made her feel just wild enough that she might do it. She should have gone with Rossi and Morgan back to the crime scene, to help try to find something they had missed that would move them forward. She’d opted to stay back, unable to deal with the way the residents’ looks, their barely veiled judgement, made her skin crawl. She felt like an insect trapped to fly paper, beating her wings as hard as she could, held close by the sticky surface while someone watched, counting down the seconds to her inevitable death. She needed to leave the building, to get outside, to feel some sort of change in the static hold they were stuck in. She needed proof that time had not crystalized to an unmoving point.

She stepped out the swinging front door, the corner of it scraping along a well worn arc in the concrete, the old building having settled its frame slightly askew. As she looked around, she sent dark thoughts out at everyone in the town and also at Hotch, for having them stay there. She wondered what it would take to convince him they’d done what they could, that it was time for them to leave this place that so clearly didn’t appreciate their help. She’d come up with a fair sized list when the world jumped. The movement wasn’t huge but enough to make her stumble as the ground stuttered beneath her feet. Instinct forced her muscles to flex, keeping her upright as the ground bucked and settled, her stomach rolling with each wave.

It was over almost before her mind captured the word for what was happening. There was a moment of silence, a final echo of stillness as the world around her inhaled deeply, then fractured apart. Every sound startled up at once, like a flock of birds threshed from the grass. Sirens and dogs and awful metallic crunching sounds layered together, but all of them were dwarfed by the loud crash of glass behind her. She spun around, finding the sky somehow brighter behind the police station. She stared, confused, as the space flashed a warning sign, something about the brightness new and wrong.

In the pulse of her ringing ears she could make out the fire alarm and the swell of voices as the front door was forced open and people began to stream from the building. She blinked away the inverse shadow, the rectangle of light that had been holding her in place. At last her sight and her memory connected to transfer the information in a way she could grasp. Half of the tree that had been towering behind the station, its twisted branches heavy with age had fallen down, cracking into a new angle like a broken wrist. The crash had been the shattering of the long back window that ran the length of the conference room, the room she had left her team in.

She moved so quickly she nearly fell, tripping over her feet as she rushed toward the doors, pushing through, ignoring shouts at her to turn around, to stay outside. When a hand landed on her shoulder to try to redirect her, she swung her elbow up sharply, catching something soft and gasping. She didn’t have time to argue with anyone, to explain that nothing would keep her from going inside to find her friends. With a few more reckless stomps, her path cleared and she ran across the building to the back conference room.

The alarm was loud enough to make her eyes water, the air cloudy with bits of plaster where unreinforced walls had cracked and crumbled. Half the lights had fallen, their long fluorescent tubes dangling uselessly. She caught Reid stumbling forward, coughing and holding the side of his face. There was blood between his fingers and she reached up to pull his hand away, to check the damage. He recoiled, shaking his head, “No…”

She frowned, “Let me see Spencer.”

He kept shaking his head, gesturing behind him with his other hand. “No…Hotch, he’s—you have to go…”

Emily’s eyes grew wide, just enough of Reid’s message comprehensible to make her heart sink to the pit of her stomach, waves of dread pulling it down. She pushed him towards the front door, using the momentum to propel herself the rest of the way to the conference room. For some reason, though she knew it wasn’t correct, she felt like she was dragging herself uphill, her fear making her lungs uncooperative. She blinked as she looked into the room, now unrecognizable as the place she had left only minutes ago. The far window had grown roots, sharp branches bursting through the glass with enough force to crack the table in the center of the room. Their evidence boards had rolled and tipped over, folding like a house of cards. She didn’t see anyone in there but she’d swear she could hear the broken glass humming, the lingering vibrations of the earth causing the pieces to shiver against one another.

The alarm continued to pulse with the beat of her heart, her blood moving in fits and starts as she tried to comprehend things faster, to make sense of the fallen shapes and torn colors. She tried to call Hotch’s name but her throat caught around the sounds, clicking uselessly. She held her breath, trying to count, trying to see. She needed to understand what she was seeing if she had any hope of helping.

There—a dark spot. Something inky and out of place among the dusty plaster and sparkling glass shards. It was a few yards away on the floor, half sticking out from below a mess of heavy boards and splintered wood that once lined the back wall. The dark spot shifted, followed by a low moan, then stilled. A shoe.

She lunged forward, dropping to her knees and lifting the top panel, hearing glass clatter as it slid down the far side. She pushed it up enough to balance it on an overturned chair, relieving the pressure that had pinned him to the ground. Beneath it she found more of him, still only able to make out torso and legs, twisted painfully through the middle, his top half curled into himself while his hips and legs were splayed at an awkward angle.

“Aaron!” This time her voice worked, though it was frighteningly high pitched, cracking on the vowels. Another painful moan made her push forward, shoving pieces of broken furniture away, clearing the space around his head of broken glass, careless of the tiny pricks where the sharp edges caught her palms. She slowed only when she grabbed his shoulder too hard and felt him flinch away. She let go like she’d been burned, pulling her hand to her chest as she crouched beside him, clenching her fists.

“Aaron?” she whispered, hoping to soothe whatever pain she’d inadvertently caused. When he didn’t respond, she bit her lip, glancing up at the room around them. She didn’t like the way everything seemed to be hanging by a thread, ready to crash down and bury them both. Emily reached out again, trying to be more gentle but hands insistent, trying to assess for injury as quickly as possible, needing to know if she could move him on her own or if she needed to try to find someone to help get them out of here.

“Are you hurt?” she asked desperately, knowing it was a foolish question but hoping to get something, anything out of him. Her hands felt along his back, his ribs, trying to get a better picture of their predicament. She trailed her fingers down to his wrist, gripping it, feeling for his pulse. It was thready, jumping out of time, weak one moment and racing the next. She tried to remember what she knew about earthquakes and crush injuries, twisting to look behind her, trying to catch the movement of anyone who might be left in the building. She couldn’t leave him like this. She didn’t want to make it worse but she was certain she needed to move him, soon. It had begun to rain heavily outside, as if the earthquake had cracked open the sky as well. She cursed an apology as she tried to roll him onto his back, to see his face, hoping he could give her some clue what the next step should be. Instead she was met with the velvet sheen of blood, far too much blood.

Emily bit back her panic, forcing her mind to remain clinical, trying to find the source of the bleeding. “Hey, Aaron?” she touched his cheek with her fingertips, her other hand carefully feeling along his hairline. “Can you open your eyes? Please?” She repeated the plea, over and over, not sure who she was asking, only knowing she needed him to be okay. He grimaced as her hand found a spot just above his ear, stickier than the rest as blood slowly seeped from the open wound there. She could see his eyes moving beneath his eyelids and held her breath, hoping this was a positive development. It took a moment but he managed to blink them open, to bring her into focus.

“Stop that. I’m fine.”

His voice was raspy and quiet but she laughed at his weak attempt at a glare. She found her eyes were damp, realized she’d been crying. She tried to brush the tears away but only managed to smear dust and blood onto her face.

“You’re not fine, you’re bleeding all over me, asshole.”

He lifted an unsteady hand to the side of his head, to probe the wound himself, sucking in air between clenched teeth. He made a face as blood got into his mouth, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat.

“Can you get up?” She was afraid to ask, afraid she knew the answer already.

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling, taking in as much of the room as he could without moving his head. Thunder cracked again, much closer than before, rumbling through the precarious frame of the building. Their eyes met, faces grim, both tightly controlling the fear that rose with each whistle of wind, each creak of the foundation.

“I can’t feel my legs,” he admitted.

Emily cursed. There was no way she’d be able to drag him out of here on her own. Why the hell hadn’t anyone come looking for them? She tried to assess how long they’d been there, how long it had been since the earthquake. Something was nagging at her memory, something about aftershocks and floods. She shook her head to clear it. There was nothing she could do with that right now. They had to get out, it was as simple as that.

“You have to go get help.”

“What? No, I’m not leaving you.” She unbuttoned her dress shirt, sliding it off with only the slightest regret for the lost garment.

“Emily,” he tried to sound stern but the effect was lost in the way he was helplessly laid out on the floor.

“Shut up and hold this,” she said, pressing the fabric against the side of his head. He hissed at the pain but obeyed. She pulled out her phone, scolding herself for not doing so sooner, only to find service had been knocked out. “Fuck.”

They were quiet as the storm outside intensified. The remaining lights in the building flickered then went out completely. They stayed silent as their eyes adjusted to the dim.

“Emily—“

“Don’t make me say it again, Hotchner,” she warned.

“You’re being ridiculous,” his control was slipping, she could hear the frustration and, worse, the fear, in his voice. She opened her mouth ready to lay into him, angry that he’d allow that weakness into his voice, that he’d even suggest defeat when the only way they were getting out of this was to be stubbornly, idiotically optimistic. She was more than ready to blame him for all of this, for making them be here in this shitty old town with it’s useless police force and it’s even more useless buildings. Neither one of them was allowed to admit their fear, not in this moment, this was a team effort at delusion. How dare he not do his part.

A flashlight beam swung through the room followed by the best possible voice. “Hotch? Prentiss?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, letting him know just how lucky he’d gotten to be spared the experience of her anger in that moment. “Morgan! We’re over here!” She waved her hand until the flashlight steadied on it. She could hear Derek making his way across to them as he called out questions. She stood up when he reached them, having to put a hand on his arm to steady herself as her vision filled with white spots.

“Woah there, not so fast.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m fine, I’m fine. This jerk says he can’t feel his legs though,” she gestured at Hotch who gave Morgan a weak wave, more finger twitch than anything else.

“Taking a little nap?” Morgan asked sweetly, masking his concern as he made rapid calculations about how he was going to maneuver the man out of there.

Lightning cut through the sky, flashing through the former window space. The thunder followed immediately, shaking the building enough that several ceiling tiles crashed down in the opposite corner of the room. The jumbled structure around Hotch groaned and shifted.

“Maybe,” he said, breath tight, “maybe we can save the jokes for after?”

Derek didn’t say anything, just nodded, looking over to Emily. “Can you help me lift him onto that board?”

Hotch made an indignant noise but they disregarded his protest, working in tandem to slide him onto a broken panel from the table. It wasn’t a good fit but it held most of him. With some grunting and shuffling they managed to lift both ends and start picking their way across the room, heading for the door as efficiently as possible. Derek took the foot end, looping Aaron’s calves through his arms as he braced the flashlight between his hip and Hotch’s ankle, needing both hands free to hold the sides of the board. Emily, at the head of their makeshift stretcher, started in on jokes about how heavy he was, about his laziness, while he studiously ignored her, holding tight to what little dignity he could while being ferried on a glorified piece of plywood.

Derek pretended not to hear as he lead them through the building. It had grown darker and they couldn’t afford to trip or run into anything. Luckily they made it outside without further trouble. Once there Morgan barked at a couple hovering EMTs to do their jobs. Suddenly it was like there were dozens of hands, lifting and bracing and swabbing away blood. Hotch met Emily’s eyes, a moment of silent understanding shared between them, the jokes and the fear and the anger dropped away.

“Thank you.”

She couldn’t hear him with all the noise around them, but the words were obvious. She smiled.

“Anytime, old man.”