#MitM

[zanephillips]

Malcolm in the Middle (2000–2006) 6.02 "Buseys Run Away"

[blackthornluce]

MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE (2000-2006)

[raptorific]

IMPORTANT FACTS TO CONSIDER:

The Paddy's Pub crew has no lower limit to how morally depraved their actions can be, but they have a hard upper limit on their capabilities. There's nothing they won't do, but also many things they can't do. They are horrible, but they're also idiots whose plans always backfire on them, even if it leaves a trail of destruction in their wake.

The Wilkerson family has no upper limit to their capabilities, but hard red lines they're unwilling to cross morally. There's nothing they can't do, but there's a lot they won't do. They're fundamentally decent people, but their lives are a vortex of chaos and destruction because they're geniuses with no ability to tell the difference between good ideas and bad ideas, and Failure never stops their worst ideas from being executed perfectly.

Effectively, the difference between them is that if they were both trying to build a killer robot, the gang's robot would cause disaster for others because they did a bad job making it, and the family's robot would cause disaster for them because they did a good job making it

The Gang is working with functionally unlimited resources, but they have very little willpower and they are cowards

The Family is working with next to no resources, but are unable to let things go, ever, no matter how trivial, and are also chronically unable to anticipate consequences to their actions at all

IMPORTANT RULE:

If you think one side should be able to call on a supporting character, the other side must also get an equivalent supporting character, i.e. if The Gang gets Rickety Cricket or Artemis, then The Family gets Lois' Mother Ida or Francis' Wife Piama, etc

[augdawg888]

dating reese wilkerson (headcanons)

im branching out from just normal headcanons

enjoy!

you had to ask him out because he's sooo oblivious

then it took lots of convincing that you actually like him

"okay, be honest, you actually like me?"

ALL the reassurance

"i'm just checking."

he's obsessed with you

and he cooks for you all the time

every snack you like, he's memorized

his love language is obviously acts of service

besides cooking, he'll do whatever he can

carry your things, beat up people for you, and he'd even clean for you

he's learned how to do a lot of things from how he grew up

just like francis, he is AMAZING at laundry

he also loves physical touch

constantly has an arm around you

and he gives the comfiest hugs

he loves his hair being played with

literally melts

if you're shorter, he always kisses the top of your head, but if your closer to his height then he kisses your cheek

the family loves you

everyone swears that since he met you he's calmed down

dewey and hal were the easiest ones to talk to

malcolm didn't really care at first, he was more shocked

same with lois, after the shock she was a little doubtful

she was worried you were wild like reese

but when she notices how he was around you, you grew on her

reese gets TERRIFIED when he sees you talking to his mom

bros paranoid

it weirds him out even more when you hang out with malcolm

but he loves that you were able to fit in with his crazy-ass family

he loves sharing his music with you

if you have a walkman he constantly brings you different cds

he even burns a couple for you

if you like cassettes he'll spend a shit ton of time getting ones for you

he doesnt let you steal his clothes because he's already giving them to you

as long as you keep wearing them he'll give them to you

his favorite hoodie? dont matter

the comfiest sweats he owns? they somehow ended up in your bag when you left

he just loves the way you look in his clothes

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i hope this was good, it's not what i usually do. hopefully you enjoy it!!!!

[glitterinmyveinss]

Hey er ive never done requests before and I don’t really know how to work tumblr at all so I hope I’m doing this right but anyways I saw your post about wanting someone to request Reese Wilkerson stuff and I just wanted to ask if you could make a post just for headcannons about him? I haven’t seen too many on here and I need them so bad 😭

ofc i can! tysm for requesting and ik a lot of other people sent requests for reese too n i'll get to them soon it's just i have an irl crush rn so the delusions aren't really delusioning apologies <3

Reese Wilkerson Hc's

ok i noticed that in the halloween episode in season 7 i believe he's wearing a misfits shirt !! so i think he would like punk, grunge, pop punk, and nu metal. like misfits, descendants, nirvana, limp bizkit, blink 182, sum 41, sublime, beastie boys, really anything punk related

definitely watches wwe and if you're over you're watching it too

he loves watching his favorite scary movies w you and he loves how you like them too!

if you don't like scary movies he dosent mind either bc that just means you'll be hiding in his arms the whole time so he wins either way

i feel like when he first met you he definitely played a prank on you to get your attention or just annoyed you but once you sorted that all out, you join him on his pranks and he swears he's never liked a girl more

if you're smarter than him and you offer to tutor him he'll only do it under one condition: he gets a kiss everytime he gets something right

might be self projecting but he's def a boob guy.

everyone has this image of him as some psycho tough guy but play with his hair and he'll just melt. especially if you have acrylic nails! his head will be in your lap while you guys are watching tv n you'll be playing with his hair and he'll be as quiet as a mouse and malcolm will just be like "how did you do that."

loves it when you borrow his clothes. especially his hoodies. it just does something to him

tbh i feel like he could go for someone with either a more edgier look ( think avril lavigne or bill kaulitz) or someone with the girly 2000s look ( think britney spears or any of the playboy bunny girls )

once you guys have an established relationship he'll spend all his time with you! at first he wasn't sure if it was ok but now that he knows you really like him he's so happy!

i don't think he's big on pda i think hand holding is as far as hell go but i don't think he minds if you kiss him on the cheek

but once you guys are alone omg

cant keep his hands off you!

he's either super horny or super cuddly no in between

you and him always get stuck babysitting jamie and he'll be doing the most normal thing like putting jamie's shoe on or feeding him and youre just stuck staring at him bc he looks so cute!

dates usually consist of movie marathons, him cooking something for you guys, concerts, theater trips, or something really spontaneous like taking a trip to another city just bc you guys were bored.

walks you to all of your classes <3

malcom n dewey really like you and think you keep reese sane

ties your shoes

if you guys have a class together he's always doodling in your notebook whether it's something cute or raunchy

i think he struggles with self image so he needs a lot of reassurance

if you have pets he somehow has an immediate bond with them. they just love him!

he try's really hard to remember things you like for future gifts/dates

i feel like he gives oddly specific compliments, but he has good intentions

"you smell like a slutty fairy"

"is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"duh."

the same way he secretly loves watching soap operas with his mom, is the same way he loves watching all of your shows. like the oc, dawsons creek, whatever you're into!

he would give the best and most thoughtful homemade gifts. tb to when he gave lois little jars of jam! he'd probally do something similar but according to your taste <3

gets jealous easily

it's hot/ cute tho

memorized all your favorite pastries/baked goods n makes them for you when he's feeling nice/ as an apology if he messes up

[arkiwii]

his autistic personality and transgender looks have captivated me

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Every lesbian army cadet who finds her best friend’s mom hot needs her loser, probably gay, teenage dirtbag best friend

[luvingarisu]

rude boy | r.w

reese wilkerson x female!reader

authors note: my first full fic in a while! i know the malcolm in the middle fandom is quite small and a lot of my current followers won’t care about this fic so i’m very sorry but mitm is my biggest obsession rn so i wanted to write for reese!

sorry for my rusty writing! and if i accidentally switch between mom and mum i’m so sorry! im not used to saying mom!

if anyone is also a reese fan feel free to give me more ideas! i don’t have a lot of time for full fics because of university but i’m always free for HCs :)

synopsis: Reese Wilkerson, rude, violent and brutish and the three words that come to mind when one hears his name. But surely there’s a lot more to him, right?

warnings: none, i’m just not american so my description of US schools and stuff will be very inaccurate, sorry! Also Reese is 17! But there is no Jamie. So like Season 6 is Jamie wasn’t there.

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School had been an absolute drag that day. She returned home with frizzy hair, worn off and imperfect makeup that had been decent looking ghat very morning, and a C+ English paper she had been slaving away at for the past two weeks in her bag.

In all honesty, she was just holding out for prom. Her last hoorah before college, an out of state one, far away from North High, people she didn’t like, teachers she didn’t like, and a town she didn’t like.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Her mother gingerly chirped from the kitchen. Y/N followed her mother’s voice into the kitchen, smelling whatever it was she was making for dinner.

“Hi, Mom.” She said quietly, leaning over the counter as she rested her chin on her hand, the other she used to dip her finger into the small bowl of sauce her mother had sitting on the counter.

“Don’t touch!” Her mother laughed, lightly swatting her hand away.

Licking the remains of the sauce off her hand, she giggled out a sarcastic, “Sorry, Mom.”

“Oh whatever, dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. Go clean up and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Y/N shook her head, swinging her bag over her shoulder, ready to retreat to her room. “I can’t stay for dinner, I’m babysitting tonight, remember?”

She nodded. “Yeah, the Wilkersons.”

Her mother turned around, “The Wilkersons? Aren’t their boys in high school?”

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, two are but one is still in middle school. Lois doesn’t trust Reese or Malcolm to take care of Dewey or something so she asked me to keep an eye on things.”

Her mother hummed. “Well, those boys can be a bit of trouble.”

“Trouble?!” She exclaimed, utterly exasperated. “There more than trouble. Malcolm’s okay. Awkward but okay. But Reese is a jackass.”

“Language!” Her mom laughed, but then her face softened. “But you never know what that boy could be going through, maybe there’s a reason why he’s such a jackass.”

Y/N thought for a moment. Maybe. But then again, is there a good enough excuse to justify the way Reese treats people?

At least once a day, she witnesses a younger kid cry over a cruel prank, comment, or action from Reese Wilkerson. In her mind, nothing excuses such mean behaviour and brutal actions.

“Maybe.”

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“Okay, emergency numbers are on the refrigerator, if you need to use one call me right after. We’ll be home at 11.” Lois, the Wilkerson boy’s mother, said as she frantically rummaged through her old purse. Y/N didn’t know what she was looking for.

“Alright, no problem!” She chirped sweetly, wanting to make a good impression. She was really just hoping for a good tip.

“And thank you so much for doing this.” Lois said, looking at her with tired eyes as her husband Hal rubbed her shoulder softly. “With our boys we never get to go out like this.”

Y/N nodded along and laughed. “I know, boys can be hard. I have a younger brother.”

Lois and Hal shared a look. “I’m sure he’s no match for our three.” Lois sighed, pursing her lips.

“Well four, but Francis is out of the house.” Hal corrected, sending a tight lipped smile to Y/N.

Once assured she had everything, Lois quickly checked herself in a mirror and brushed herself down before smiling widely. “Well, we should get going!” She turned to walk out the door, but quickly turned back around and gave Y/N a pointed look, “Whatever Reese says to you is probably a lie, remember that!”

Y/N nodded curtly before waving the couple off.

Once the door closed she turned to sit on the couch, deciding to watch some TV. She was pretty sure the boys were in their room, but decided to leave them be.

She wasn’t an actual babysitter, just hired damage control to make sure they don’t burn the house down.

While flicking through a few channels, a crash was heard from the boys room, and suddenly, the eldest and youngest emerged and now stood in the kitchen.

“You’re the worst brother ever!” The youngest cried out, holding a broken model ship in his hands. “I worked on this for hours!”

“That thing was stupid anyway.” Reese said, taking a broken part from Dewey’s hands, throwing it to the ground before stomping on it. As if the thing wasn’t broken enough already.

Feeling sorry for Dewey, Y/N stood up, marching over to the boys. “Oh my god! What did you do?”

“Who the hell are you?” Reese said rudely.

“Why are you in our house?” Dewey added, confused, but he soon resumed sadly looking at the ruined model in his hands.

Hal and Lois mustn’t have told them. “Oh-“ She realised she did look like an intruder, “Your parents hired me to keep an eye on you guys while they went out tonight. I’m Y/N.”

She did a double take, “Reese, you know me, we have a class together.”

“A babysitter?” Reese groaned, ignoring her second comment and walking to the TV room and flopping onto the couch.

“No, more like-“ She thought for a moment. “Okay yeah, kind of like a babysitter.”

“Do they forget I’m in high school?” The boy huffed, eyes closed tightly. The embarrassment was clear on his face, it’s not normal for a 17 year old to be babysat by a peer, but with his behaviour, Y/N can’t really blame his parents for being cautious.

“No, they don’t, they just don’t trust you.” She quipped, standing next to Dewey.

“Whatever.” Reese scowled, rising from the couch. He gave Y/N a mean glare before returning to the boys shared bedroom.

She watched him as he walked away, then shrugging, going back to her place on the couch. She rummaged through her bag, lifting out a dark red dress and a small sewing kit.

The youngest Wilkerson sat next to her, “What are you doing?”.

She smiled sweetly, “This is my prom dress. I’m just DIY-ing the zipper. It’s not closing right.” She said while turning the dress inside out to focus on perfecting the zipper.

“It’s pretty.” Dewey said very matter-of-factly. He set his broken model on the coffee table, sighing and staring at his ruined hard work.

“I’m sorry about your ship, Dewey.” Her gaze turned sympathetic as she looked at him.

“It’s the USS Constitution. It looked really cool when it was still in one piece.” He said.

“I’m sure it did.”

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Dewey still sat next to Y/N, chatting away and laughing, telling little kid jokes while trying to fix his model ship with some glue. Meanwhile, Y/N sat next to him, still carefully fixing her zipper an hour later.

She worked carefully around the lace on the bust of the chest, ensuring her needlework was slow and cautious to keep the dress in its original condition. She nodded along to watch Dewey was saying, replying with soft hums and quips, still engaged, but not distracted.

Clattering and yelling began and began to grow louder as Reese snd Malcolm approached the living room. It had been quiet for sometime, but clearly the short period of peace in the Wilkerson household had ended.

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes as she and Dewey placed their respective projects on the coffee table, Y/N preparing to mediate and Dewey preparing to simply stand by and witness his two older brother’s antics.

The yelling was indiscernible, all that should be heard was the sound of crude insults being thrown and the two boys hitting each other.

“Stop making me feel so stupid all the time then!” Reese shoved his brother, pushing him dangerously closer to the coffee table as he yelled at Malcolm.

“I didn’t say anything!” Malcolm replied, denying his brother’s accusations, shoving him back.

The back and forth shoving continued to ensue until Reese’s last harsh, strong shove sent Malcolm falling into the table, breaking a leg off the table and sending Dewey’s boat flying onto the floor.

“What is wrong with you two!” Y/N cried, getting on her knees to inspect the damage.

“We break stuff all the time, Mom’s used to it.” Malcolm said carelessly, picking himself up as her rubbed his back which seemingly took the brunt of the fall.

“Yeah, but it happened under my watch!” She groaned, “I was meant to make sure stuff like this didn’t happen.” She began picking the magazines, books, and other miscellaneous items off the floor.

“Oh my-,” Her eyes widened and her eyes welled up slightly. In her hands was her pretty red dress, now torn slightly with spilled glue all over it. The tear she could fix, but the glue?

Dewey looked on, staring at Y/N before looking to Malcolm and Reese, and his eyes began to dart back and forth between them. “Is that your…?”

She nodded.

“What is it?” Malcolm asked.

“It was my dress for prom. I was fixing it up a bit and now there’s glue all over it.” She said quietly, balling it up it her hands and resting it on her lap and she stared at the floor.

“Oh crap.” Malcolm looked to Reese. “Sorry, Y/N. Can you like, wash it out or anything?”

She shook her head.

“I’m not sorry.” Reese shrugged. “It’s prom, no big deal. Just don’t go. I’m not.”

She stood up, still holding her dress as she narrowed her eyes. “Reese, you aren’t going because you don’t want to, but I did. A-And I paid so much money for this dress and shoes-“ She huffed, “And now I can’t go.”

Malcolm nervously laughed, taking the dress from her hands, “Sure you can!” He inspected the dress, the glue had dried into a hardened splotch on the lace. There was no fixing it. “You can get a new dress! We’ll pitch in.” He stared at her with pleading eyes. “Just don’t tell our Mom, please!”

“I won’t tell her.” She sniffed. “Snitching won’t get me this dress back.”

“How much was it?” Dewey asked sweetly.

“Like, 300 dollars.” She laughed. “I saved up like two pay checks and my Mom added the rest.”

Malcolm grabbed his wallet and began to go through it, “I have…” He handed her a wad of cash, “174 dollars. I did some extra shifts, that should be enough to get a new dress once Reese chips in, right?”

She held the wad of cash while Reese scrunched up his face incredulously, “What? No! It’s just a dumb dress, get a cheaper one with your own money.” He snatched the money back and pocketed it.

Malcolm shoved his shoulder, “We’ll get into so much trouble if we don’t fix this dress. Just give her some money and we’ll be in the clear.” Reese rolled his eyes and handed the money back.

“Fine. Take Malcolm’s money.” He sent her a rude, sarcastic smile and walked away. “But you’re not taking any of mine!” And with that, he was back in his room with the door shut.

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Breakfast the next day was the usual in the Wilkerson house, loud and chaotic, and the boys arguing over the last scrap of bacon.

Lois stood staring at her boys, leaning against the kitchen counter with arms folded and eyes narrowed. “Y/N left upset last night. What happened?”

Malcolm gulped, Dewey’s lips tightened, while Reese took the opportunity to grab the last bit of bacon.

“She was upset? We didn’t notice?” Malcolm said with a nervous laugh, picking at his plate.

“Maybe something happened at school that day?” Dewey offered, hoping Lois would drop it.

“It was probably that stupid dress.” Reese said stupidly and nonchalantly, a mouth full of bacon, clearly unfeeling towards what he did he Y/N’s dress.

“Dress?” Lois exclaimed, silently demanding answers. “What did you boys do?!”

“Y/N and I were on the couch and Reese and Malcolm came into the TV room fighting and then Reese pushed Malcolm into the coffee table, and spilled glue all over Y/N’s prom dress while she was sewing it!” Dewey exclaimed, losing breath while he rambled out an explanation, ensuring he preserved his own innocence.

Lois’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open, her eye brows raised and were now covered by her fringe. “You got glue all over that poor girls prom dress?” She marched over to the boys. “Did you apologise? Your father snd I are going to have to buy that girl a new prom dress now! I can’t believe you two!”

“I apologised! I gave her all the money in my wallet to help her buy a new one.” Malcolm put his hands on his chest, quickly defending himself before deciding to throw Reese under the bus, it was his fault after all. “Reese didn’t apologise! He’s the one that really ruined it anyway, he pushed me into the coffee table!”

Lois grabbed Reese by the ear, “You-,” She collected herself, “You are going to pick up extra shifts, buy her a new dress and give it to her yourself, Reese.”

“But-“ He tried.

“And no TV, no video games, no going outside, you are in your room for three weeks, Mister!” She dragged him to his room and slammed the door.

Reese flopped onto his bed, “Crap.”

He supposed he felt bad. She was just sitting on the couch with Dewey. And she spent a lot of money on the dress. She said she even bought matching shoes. He huffed and walked over to his drawer at a desk in his room, he shifted through the mess in the drawer until he found his most recent pay check, crumpled up in a ball. He hadn’t used it yet.

160 dollars. Maybe he should just give this to her. Buy herself the dress. He didn’t know what dress she would like. He didn’t even know any dress stores near by.

“Guess I’ll just find a dress store.”

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Prom was in a week. Reese still hadn’t given her a dress yet, and at this point Y/N was sure she just wouldn’t go unless she was willing to wear jeans and a nice blouse.

“Y/N?” She looked up from the bench she sat on, her friends all just as confused as her when they saw Reese Wilkerson in front of them, looking bashful and nervous.

“Yeah?” She deadpanned, not caring to speak to the boy who ruined her prom.

“Can we talk?” He looked at her pleadingly, one hand gripping a bag strap. She had never seen him look like this before, so out of pure curiosity and nothing else, she nodded and followed him to a secluded stairwell.

“What is it, Reese?” She leant against a wall, staring at him, wanting whatever this one to be over with.

He handed her a bag. It was a large paper bag with pink and white stripes with the name of a local dress store written on it in cursive black writing. “Here.” He almost shoved the bag in her hands, she clutched it to her chest, staring at him.

“Well, open it!” He near yelled. Not out of rudeness, but more out of awkwardness.

Obeying him, she opened the bag and pulled out a red dress. She held it by the straps to allow the dress to unfold, and as the satin fabric fell she gasped. It was a dark black-red, with gorgeous black lace over it. It looked to be exactly her size too. Lois definitely helped with his.

“I know it isn’t the exact one but the dress store said I couldn’t have that dress because they don’t sell the same dress twice to the same school or something.” He rambled out. “But I thought this was like, similar.”

She smiled widely. “Thank you, Reese. I actually like this a lot more than my first dress.” She folded the dress up carefully and put it back in the bag. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed slightly. “This was really sweet of you.”

Reese smiled. “I mean, my mom made me do it but, you’re welcome.”

“Well, tell your mom thank you.”

“I will.”

They stared at each other for a bit.

“Do you wanna go with me?” She blurted out.

His brows furrowed, “Huh?”

“Prom.” She clarified bashfully. “I.. I know you don’t want to go but, this is your senior year, you know? You might regret not going so.. do you wanna go with me?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Uh, yeah, okay.” He nodded and smiled.

“Great!” She chirped. “My friends and I rented a limo, a few of the girls are bringing dates so you won’t be the only guy. I’ll tell the limo to swing round yours at around 8.” She smiled, “Unless you wanna come to mine and they’ll pick us up together.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there.” She nodded.

“Cool.”

The bell rang, signalling lunch was over. “Well, I’ve gotta go to class but, I’ll see you later?”

“See you later.” Reese nodded with the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face. She wondered what a date with him would actually be like.

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“Honey! That boy is here!” Her mom called sweetly from the living room.

“Yeah, one second!” She called back. She dusted herself over, ensuring she had packed everything she needed in her small black bag; lipgloss, prom ticket, powder and a puff. She was ready to go.

She walked down the stairs, a little less than gracefully; these heels were the highest she had ever worn. She was nervous for Reese’s reaction. She didn’t like him, surely not, but every girl wants her date to tell her she’s pretty.

“Oh, Y/N you look gorgeous!” Her mom clapped excitedly, “Pictures! C’mon, stand next to Reese.”

She smiled at her mother’s excitement and stood next to Reese, who was stood a bit away from her mom wearing a slightly ill-fitting suit, but he still looked quite put together, a lot different from the usual.

She would even go as far to say he looked handsome.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She said back, a slight shy smile on her face as she averted her gaze to the carpeted floor.

“You look nice.” He said lowly. Clearly he was just as shy as she.

“So do you.” She returned the compliment.

“Okay, stand closer!” Her mom said cheekily as she giggled from behind the camera, “He’s your date, don’t act like you hate him.”

They followed Y/N’s mom’s instructions for the photos, and after what felt like far too long, but was realistically probably five minutes. After the photos, her mom placed the camera down on a small dark wooden table next to the staircase and held her daughter’s face in her hands.

“Okay, you two go have a good time.” She kissed Y/N’a forehead. “And if you somehow end up having a few drinks don’t come home drunk. If I can’t tell you won’t get in trouble.” She joked.

“There’s not gonna be alcohol, I think they’re checking bags and pockets at the door anyway.” Y/N reassured her mother.

“They are?!” The two women looked at Reese.

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The music was loud, so loud in fact, Y/N and Reese couldn’t tell what song was playing. After an a few hours, the pair had grown quite sick of the prom. Overstimulated and bored, they had ran out of things to talk about. Not that they could really hear each other anyway.

“I’m pretty sure the bass is louder than the actual lyrics.” Y/N leaned to Reese’s ear so that he could hear her amongst the cacophony of terrible music, teacher’s yelling and teenage drama and gossip. He nodded in agreement, tugging on her arm.

“You wanna go outside for a while?” He asked, “My ears are ringing and I don’t wanna go deaf at prom!”

The laugh that escaped her went almost unheard, completely drowned out by typical teenage dance music. Smiling with a small nod, she agreed to leave with him. She would have usually told her friends, but she wasn’t quite sure where they were. She assumed somewhere with their dates, either on the dance floor or a stairwell for reasons she didn’t want to think about.

The air was cold and nippy, but it felt good to be far away from the sea of warm bodies in the gym hall. She rubbed her shoulders, heating herself up as she and Reese walked side by side, soon approaching the bleachers at the football field. They sat down on the first row of benches, glad to finally have somewhere to rest as all tables in the gym were taken.

“Tonight was good.” She smiled. “You glad you came?”

Reese thought for a moment, before giving her a curt nod, but he hadn’t smiled like she had expected. He suddenly looked quite sad.

“What’s up?” She scooted closer to him, thighs touching. “Have you not enjoyed tonight?”

“No!” He shook his head, “I did. I had fun.”

With brows furrowed, she placed her hand on his knee comfortingly. “Then what’s wrong?”

“Just like-“ He looked embarrassed. “The reason I didn’t want to come is that, well I thought no one would wanna go with me?”

“Oh.” She was surprised at his sudden vulnerability. “A lot of people show up with just their friends Reese, not having a date isn’t a big deal. People with dates usually end up with their friends by the end of the night anyway.”

Reese hunched over, placing his head in his hands, ruffling up the hair he cared so much about. “But I don’t even have any friends. Like, I’d be showing up completely alone. No date, no friends, like no one at all.”

She just didn’t know what to say, “R-Reese, you could have came with Malcolm? You could have both came tonight.”

“Show up to prom with my only friend, who’s also my brother?” He spoke as if the idea was utterly insane, looking at her sadly. “That’s so lame. We both don’t have friends. His only friend is Stevie.”

She just rubbed his back, not knowing what to say.

“Girls don’t like me. People just don’t like me.”

Sighing, she removed her warm hand his hand from his back, placing it in her own lap. “Reese? Can I be fully honest?”

He nodded, looking to the grass.

“Completely honest, and you won’t get upset?”

“I won’t get upset.”

“People don’t like you because you’re rude, Reese.” His brows furrowed, but his face relaxed. She was right.

“You’re mean to people who have done nothing to you, you bully girls instead of letting them know you like them in a mature, respectful way.” She continued. “You’re attractive, Reese. If you were nice and friendly you would have no problem with girls. If you weren’t so cruel you would have more friends. People have given up on being friends with you because you’ve either been mean to them or their friends.”

He gulped. “I know.”

She sighed, laughing frustratedly. “Then why act like that?”

His mouth opened, but no words came out. Speechlessness was rare for Reese. For a minute, a quiet silence was shared between them, until Reese offered an explanation.

“I’m not smart. I don’t know how to talk to people, or how to make friends.” He admitted slowly, his insecurity clear as day. “The only way I know how to be around people is to be like that, because that’s how I am with my brothers.”

She looked at him sympathetically. “But you can’t treat everyone at school like how you treat your brothers. Especially girls and the younger kids.”

“I know. But I don’t know how else to act.” He shrugged sadly.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “You haven’t been mean tonight. My friends and their dates got a long with you.” She lifted her head from his suit clad shoulder and made him look at her. “You did good tonight, Reese. They liked you. You can make friends.”

He looked at her with such unabashed vulnerability, “They like me?” She smiled at him, “Yeah, they do.”

Helplessly, he threw himself into her, hugging her with all his might. A tight, warm, all inviting embrace. She felt as if he has needed this. While his parents were lovely, and he had a tight relationship with his brothers, she can’t imagine he received affection very often.

“Thanks.” He whispered out, his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“You’re welcome, Reese.”

[mysticallystilinski]

“ DEEP ”

a reese wilkerson x fem!reader fic

CW ! 17+ SMUT ✮⋆˙ established relationship ༘⋆ dry-humping ༘⋆ sub!reese + dom!reader ༘⋆ extra-needy reese lav speaks… reese is my new hyper fixation so i HAD to make a fic about him.

ten days without the touch of you and reese wilkerson has been off the hook. you had went on vacation, leaving reese to fend for himself. the constant loneliness was not getting eased even when you texted him, much less suggested to call him when you had the free gaps.

today was the day, you were coming home and spending the night at reese’s house. he had made sure to plan this thoroughly, clearing out his family from the house planned months in advance to go to a nice hotel assisted with the help of francis and piama. he had faked the sick trick, making it more believable by forcing himself to throw up and pass out.

lois was more than willing to part ways with him not knowing that you were yet to come back from vacation.

“i know that she’s still on vacation, that’s why i’m giving you a little trust reese to stay in and get rest.” lois knew something was ought to happen, but a free vacation was not something she was going to pass up on.

a knock on the door late at night after the wilkerson’s left was enough to make reese jump off of the couch and bolt towards the entrance. opening the door, he was faced with you holding an overnight bag and a huge smile on your face.

“reesey!”, you exclaimed, throwing your bag to the side and wrapping your arms around his neck. he stood there for a moment shocked from how soon your flight landed, but quickly put his arms around your waist and squeezed tightly. you two stayed there for a while, it seemed like forever not seeing each-other.

he groaned into the hug, already hard from the touch. you quickly pulled back, and pushed him away. “oh no no no! reese i want to talk, engage in conversation”, you whined. he covered his hard on, looking away from your eyes while replying back, “well you whining is not going to help the matter.”

“okay, come here let’s sit down”, you said grabbing his hand. he pulled away in an instant and you noticed him grow even harder from the touch. despite the slight hurt in your chest, you ignored it and proceeded towards his room and to the bed.

reese sat down beside you, but still kept his eyes away, scanning the room for something to distract himself with. “reese, if you’re gonna be like this all night then i might as well leave”, you spoke. his eyes darted to yours as his mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.

“okay then, i’ll just leave”, you began to get up and walk towards the door before reese physically got onto his knees. “no don’t leave, i missed you so much”, he pleaded. you just laughed, your boyfriend was hilarious in these aspects. you jokingly started to walk away, but before you could even get out the door reese wrapped his arms around your legs.

“reese. what are you doing?”, you giggled. his body was contorted around your legs which made you stay in place “baby, i’m not actually going to leave, let me sit down.” he reluctantly pulled back from you so that he was back onto his knees again. his head was at the height of your chest, and his eyes battered up at you. “you’re so beautiful”, he spoke. this caused an instant blush to appear on your face. “what?”, you laughed awkwardly, it wasn’t something you expected him to just blurt out.

“you’re just gorgeous, and i love you”, he spoke softly while playing with your hands. without a second thought, you bent down slightly and placed your lips onto his, motioning for him to stand back up. still holding the kiss, you helped reese onto his feet as he slightly towered above you.

“i want to touch you”, he spoke gently, moving a hand to caress the back of your head. “really, tell me where you want to touch me?”, you spoke. “i’d rather show you”, he suggested. nodding quickly, you took off your shirt, and discarded it to the floor. reese did the same, but went a little further, discarding his sweats leaving him in only his boxers.

“hey, this isn’t fair! i think you should take off your pants too”, he stressed. you smiled and began to remove your pants, only leaving you in your bra and panties. “see reese, now it’s fair.” the distance was short between you two, it seemed that every second was an inch closer. reese began to play with your bra strap, fidgeting with it in his fingers and slightly pulling it down.

you slightly whined impatiently as reese became easily distracted with your lacy bra, and the way it felt in his hands. “reese!”, you slightly scolded trying to get the attention of the brunette boy. his eyes shifted towards yours, slightly licking his lips, and turning you around in a hot second.

within a snap, your bra was unclasped, and had fallen to the floor. your arms immediately went to cover your chest before reese turned you around again. “hm, why are you covering yourself baby?”, reese questioned. you stayed silent as his eyes raked your body and slightly raised his eyebrow at your stance. his hands reached up to uncover your body, without fuss you did as he motioned for.

a short breath left reese’s lips before his lips were back into yours in an instant. you groaned into the kiss, tugging onto his hair as he pushed you further back. you pulled back, “okay i’m sorry for teasing but this time i want to try something different.” he gave you a confused look before switching spots and pushing him onto the bed.

“stay there”, you spoke quickly before he had the chance to get up. he nodded in agreement before adjusting himself to a comfortable position. “i want to try being more dominant, and you being more — submissive.”

reese’s eyes slightly widened but a flash of darkness grew in his orbs. “i mean — i wouldn’t — i don’t..” he stuttered out in a mess. “you wouldn’t even wanna try it?”, you pouted. your body made its way closer to reese as his breath hitched in his throat, but of course he tried covering it with a fake cough. “it’s not that i wouldn’t want to try it..”, he trailed off. “then what is it?”, you asked. “i just think it would be too overwhelming.”

“reese. that’s the whole point”, you giggled before straddling him. “just listen to what i have to say and it will be all good, okay?” after those words were spoken, a small moan left reese’s mouth and a quick nod was brought upon from him. slowly but surely you began to grind your hips against his lap, you acted unfazed but reese was another story.

moans and whimpers left his mouth as his hands went to touch your waist. quickly swatting them away you warned him, “no touching, just let me make you feel good.” his eyes widened and you could tell he was slightly nervous, but his body was showing another form of expression. his hips bucked up incoherently, he was getting needier by the second.

his moans suddenly became louder before you placed a hand on his mouth. “shh, be quiet baby”, you cooed. his eyes darted to your lips and then your boobs. “hm, needy baby needs to touch me doesn’t he?”, you teased. this didn’t help reese’s case as he twitched in his boxers and almost came over the edge. reese’s mouth opened, and proceeded with the chance to get your fingers into his mouth.

in shock, you stopped what you were doing, but reese continued to suck on your fingers and give you a puppy dog eyed look. he thrusted his hips up to gain some type of friction, but you stood there in awe. you didn’t know reese was that kinky, like the type of kinky to put fingers in his mouth kinky. you weren’t complaining though.

“awe, poor baby, do you need to cum?”, you taunted. reese’s eyes rolled back as you began to slowly move back and forth against his covered bulge, still writhing with fingers in his mouth. words were trying to spill from his mouth before he went back to sucking, you noticed his hands bunching at the sheets too.

“come for me baby, please”, you whine out. immediately, reese’s head was thrown back and you removed your fingers to hear his cries. he moaned loudly, so loudly you were sure the neighbors heard him. feeling his cum through your panties, eluding from his boxers you became even more turned on.

through his labored breathing, reese finally spoke.

“now can i touch you?”

[hollowslantern]

francis: mom im gay

lois: ok

malcolm: mom im also gay

lois: ok

reese: mom im gay too

lois: is there anyone in this family that likes girls?!

transfem dewey:

[potatoescanbesadtoo]

assorted Mitms

[rarilee33]

Oestrogen would've saved her

@onehandkilling

[mikatoonist]

daily thoughts of the wilkerson brothers 💭

you know that one meme? i had to redraw it but with them, it fit them so perfectly…

og meme under the cut in case u have no idea what im referencing ⬇️

[blackcurrant-juice]

little shit

[augdawg888]

reese wilkerson

malcolm in the middle (2000)

[coloradosnumber1dad]

RIP Reese Wilkerson you would’ve loved screaming slurs at little kids on gta voice chat