#malcolm in the middle x reader

[agaypanic]

Ahh that Francis fic was so fun

I can just see him calling the reader from military school and she can hear the other guys in the background giving him a hard time for calling his girl and him telling them to shut up. And one of them exposes him for being in military school which piques the readers interest and she teases him about being a bad boy

francis would def pretend he goes to a boarding school or something, so he’s not technically lying to you but he’s obviously not telling the whole truth

you probably hear spangler or one of the other boys call him “cadet” and you’re like “why are they calling you that??”

and then one of his friends is like “omg did you not tell her you go to a military school?”

but instead of being scared off or something, you think it’s kinda cool. once you start teasing him about it, he’s either yelling at everyone to get out of the rec room or running to his room to get his cellphone that’s hiding in his trunk

[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!!!!

[babyflorencee]

Reese Wilkerson’s Guide to (Over)Reacting

Reese Wilkerson x fem!Reader

Sorry, guys—Reese is my new obsession, and there are barely any fics about him, so I guess I just have to write my own.

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Reese Wilkerson wasn't the type to overthink things. He lived in the now—mostly because thinking ahead usually got him into trouble. But today, he felt something he wasn't used to: a slow, burning, unbearable ache in his chest. It was eating him alive.

Because there she was. His girlfriend. Laughing at some joke that another guy had told.

Reese had never been a genius, but even he could do the math: His girlfriend + some random guy = war.

His fists clenched, his vision narrowed, and his brain—well, it did its best.

Who was this guy?

Some tall, shaggy-haired nobody with a cocky grin. Too confident. Too charming. It was disgusting.

Reese took a slow, deliberate step forward, hands twitching at his sides. He'd fought a raccoon for a sandwich before. He could handle this.

Then he saw it—Y/n touching the guy's arm.

His heart stopped.

His soul left his body.

The air felt thick, suffocating, like he was drowning in his own rage. His blood boiled like the inside of a Hot Pocket left in the microwave for too long.

She wasn't laughing anymore. She was just smiling at the guy, her eyes soft, too soft.

Reese saw red.

His breathing turned sharp and erratic. He had two options:

1. Walk away and handle this like a mature, rational boyfriend.

2. Destroy everything in a five-mile radius.

So obviously, he chose violence.

Reese stormed over, shoving past a freshman so hard the kid hit the lockers. "Move, worm. I have a relationship to save."

Y/n barely had time to register his presence before Reese threw himself dramatically between them, spreading his arms out like some unhinged bodyguard.

"WHAT. IS. THIS?" he demanded, eyes wild, chest heaving.

Y/n blinked. "Uh...what?"

"Oh, you know what. You were just giggling with some random guy, touching him like he's, I don't know, important. Like he's got stronger muscles than me or better hair."

Reese turned to the guy, eyes narrowing. "What's your deal, huh? You think you're funny? You think you can just come in here, steal my girlfriend, and—"

The guy blinked. "Uh... I just asked her about the homework?"

Reese scoffed. "Oh yeah? Homework? Sounds like code for please ruin Reese's entire life. Nice try, buddy. I see right through you."

Y/n groaned, rubbing her temples. "Reese, for the last time, you can't just declare war on random people."

"Oh, so now I'm the bad guy? I'M the bad guy?" Reese clutched his chest like he'd been stabbed. "Wow. Wow. You know, I thought we had something real. I thought we were like, I don't know, Romeo and Juliet, except without all the dying—unless you keep talking to him, then I might have to die."

Y/n took a deep breath, clearly trying to stay patient. "Reese. You're overreacting."

"Oh, I'M OVERREACTING? I'M OVERREACTING???" Reese threw his hands in the air. "Okay, cool, next you're gonna tell me I'm paranoid, or unhinged, or—"

Y/n sighed. "Reese, stop it. I love you, but you're being dramatic."

"Oh, I'm dramatic? I'm dramatic?" Reese let out a bitter, heartbroken laugh. "So what? Are you going to tell me that I'm not 'stable' or 'reasonable' or 'mentally fit to be in a healthy relationship?’”

Y/n just stared at him.

Reese gasped. "OH MY GOD. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU THINK."

The guy backed away slowly, clearly disturbed. "You know what? I'll just...leave."

Reese's head snapped toward him. "Oh, will you? WILL YOU?" He pointed aggressively. "Yeah, that's right. Run, coward. But just know—I'M WATCHING YOU."

The guy practically sprinted down the hall.

Reese smirked. "That's right. I win. As always."

His girlfriend sighed, crossing her arms. "Are you happy now?"

Reese turned to her, his entire body softening like a golden retriever who just remembered he's supposed to be mad. "No," he muttered, kicking at the floor. "I still feel like you like him more than me."

Y/n groaned, grabbing his face in both hands. "Reese."

"What?"

"Reese."

"WHAT."

"Reese."

"I SWEAR IF YOU SAY MY NAME ONE MORE TIME—"

She rolled her eyes, before kissing him fiercely.

Reese's brain short-circuited. His knees went weak. His arms flailed for a second before grabbing onto her like he was afraid she'd disappear.

When she pulled away, she raised an eyebrow. "Still think I like him more than you?"

Reese blinked. Then he grinned.

"Okay, maybe I overreacted a little."

She laughed. "A little?"

He shrugged. "I can't help it! You're mine, and I'll fight God himself to keep you."

She shook her head with a smirk. "You're impossible, Wilkerson."

Reese smirked back. "Yeah. But you love me for it."

And honestly? She kinda did.

[thelovelywriteress]

NOT A PRANK, SWEAR ON MY LIFE

[ʳᵉᵉˢᵉ ʷⁱˡᵏᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ]

You and Reese have been enemies for as long as you can remember. If there’s a way to ruin your day, Reese will find it. If there’s an opportunity to make his life miserable, you gladly take it.

But somewhere along the way, something changes. Maybe it’s the way Reese smirks when he teases you, or how he looks stupidly good even when he’s covered in detention chalk dust. Either way, you realize the unthinkable—you like him. And now, you’re stuck in the ultimate nightmare: trying to fix your horrible relationship without him catching on that you’ve developed a crush. The problem? Reese does not believe you

You try to be nicer? He immediately accuses you of setting up a prank .You’re trying to be nice, you really are. But Reese makes it so difficult.

One day, without thinking, you mutter something like, “Ugh, why do you actually look good today?” And Reese? He freezes. Then smirks, like he had find your trick, “Nice try. What’s the catch?”

You rolled eyes at his confidence and give him a nonchalant reply,"There is no catch, dumbass."

But now he won’t drop it. He starts making ugly faces at you randomly, waiting for you to break character and laugh. You don’t. And that’s when it hits him: something is wrong with you.

You offer to let him copy your homework one day (because dude is struggling, duh!). Instead of thanking you, he refuses.

“Ohhh no, I know this trick. I’ll copy it, and you’ll tell the teacher. Not falling for it.” And once again your geniune gestures were being accused,“Just take it, idiot.” You said, your head aching.

He doesn’t. Instead, he stares at you, suspicious, and copies from some other poor soul—while side-eyeing you the whole time like you’re plotting something huge. You on other hand face-palm. You are seriously questioning your taste in boys and it's definitely not the one with brain.

After days (weeks??) of him treating your kindness like a bomb waiting to go off, you lose it.

“Reese, not everything is a damn prank!”

“Says the person who once put glue on my chair.”

“THAT WAS TWO YEARS AGO. I HAVE CHANGED.”

“That’s exactly what you’d say if you were still plotting something.”

Ok at this point either you will lost it entirely or kill him. He is making you gone crazy. Like what kind of prank requires so much nice gestures for so long dude.

Maybe it’s late. Maybe you’re exhausted. Maybe you’re just done. But at some point, you let it slip.

“You know what? Fine. I like you. Happy now?” Confession is embarassing but if it keep going on any longer, you might lose your senses from all the werid accusation.

“Pffft—okay, sure. That’s the best prank yet. Nice delivery, too.” And you just sit there, staring at this absolute moron as he walks away, still convinced you’re messing with him.

Reese is still convinced this is a prank. Weeks pass. You’ve practically given up, settling into a miserable cycle of “I should just move on” vs. “Why am I so into this idiot?” Meanwhile, Reese keeps replaying every weird moment between you two, and it’s bothering him. It's takes him embarrassing long time to put pieces together.

The time you gave him half your fries (was that flirting?)

The time you called him a dumbass but laughed right after (was that cute?)

The time you waited for him after school (was that romantic?)

At some point, he just has to know it once again. Everything connects, even use Malcolm to verify the situation so only thing that is left is you conform his assumption. (You literally confessed already. bro is on to nothing) He finds you at school, corners you, and goes:

Reese: “Okay. One more time. Do you—do you ACTUALLY like me?”

You: “Yes, dumbass.”

Reese: “…Like, LIKE-like?”

You: “Why are you saying it like kindergartener?”

Reese: “LIKE—LIKE in a way where we could—uh—do something about it?”

If you heard this anything more, you might lose your last brain cell. So you did the final and most obvious gesture to prove your feelings.

You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards yourself. Making sure your lips land right on his. Through it was only for moment before you pulled away with an annoyed and flustered face,"Enough proof?"

Reese didn't reply anything and just keep staring at you which at some point creep you out so you have to shook him. He did move after that. Quickly and slowly, falling on ground.

Reese.exe has stopped working. Congratulations, you have successfully broken him.

So guess who rewatch Malcolm in the Middle? Khihi!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Umm anyways this is my contribution to the fandom after completing devouring rest of content. You know classic: I like it but there is not enough of this, so I am gonna take the matters in my hand Also I don't know how well I written Reese here, it's just based from the scenario I used for sleeping yesterday night.(⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) embarassing enough! Anyways if you like it then happy to know cause I am sure there is more coming.(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: I hate you.

Reese: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that's not true.

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Y/N [Bursts into Billy and Tommy's room.]: Who wants to make 20 bucks? 


Tommy: How? 


Y/N: I need someone to take the fall. 


Wanda, from the other side of the door: Oh, my God... 


Billy, horrified: What did you do? 


Y/N: I can't tell you. Yes or no? No questions asked. 


Wanda, getting a little louder: Oh, my God! 


Tommy: Make it 40. 


Y/N: Done. 


Wanda screaming: Oh, my God!!

Y/N whispering: You're a good son. [drags Tommy out by his collar.]

Y/N: I got him, honey! I got him! Don't worry.

[fbfh]

Francis Wilkerson crushing on (obsessing over) you hcs

wc: 1k

pairing: francis wilkerson x gn!babysitter!reader

warnings: (canon) obsessive behavior from francis but reader is into it (against their better judgement /hj), pinning against wall, begging, francis being pathetic for you /pos, reader is trying to be professional lol

summary: Francis knew his mom hired a new babysitter to look after his brothers, but he didn't expect you to be so... perfect. now he has an impossible to manage crush on you.

song rec: obsessed with you - the orion experience

a/n: oh look another obscure heartthrob there are no fics for!! literally how did we get the scene of hal telling the boys what their relationships will be like and that Francis canonically has that gene and have no one simp loudly for him. yes I know this show went off the air years ago and I don't care. also full disclosure, I haven't watched much malcolm in the middle but I think I have a pretty good grasp on the characters let me know if anyone's ooc lmao

@yesv01

Okay starting off strong 

The scene

The Scene?????

Are you fucking kidding me???

So we know he's a bit of a trouble maker 

That's putting it lightly 

But the fact is Francis is not afraid to get his hands dirty 

He is not at all afraid to get fucking messy

And you know having Lois as his mom is more than enough reason for him to be straight up feral

As Hal said, the men in their family have a habit that makes them a little unstable (and very desperate) in relationships 

It's giving greek tragedy curse 

So if you've ever wanted a hot slightly unhinged obsessive pathetic hot mess boyfriend 

Francis is the one for you 

Okay maybe boyfriend isn't quite the right word 

He’s not “technically” your boyfriend yet

But he’s hellbent on getting there eventually

He just has to warm you up a little first

Prove that he would be such a good boyfriend that you couldn’t say no

He just has to really plead his case, tell you how he feels

He figures if he’s up front and honest, lays his cards on the table

If he tells you he’s fallen for you, all the amazing traits he admires about you and that he thinks you could have some great chemistry

That he’d really love to get to know you better 

That he has a good shot at you agreeing to go on a date with him

It’s a solid plan

So he’s not sure how he ends up literally begging you on his knees, arms around your waist and kissing your stomach after getting rejected a dozen times in like two days

He thinks of something smart but every time he opens his mouth something erratic (and probably a red flag) comes out

He didn’t see this coming

No one did except Hal and Lois

Hal should start offering relationship tarot readings because in that minute and a half speech to his kids, he not only predicted Malcolm's first relationship 

But Francis's too

He's hooked up before, had flings here and there 

But he's never really liked anyone 

Until he sees you, the new babysitter Lois hired 

You're so sweet 

You're responsible, make good grades, and actually have a modicum of common sense 

Lois is hoping you're just what her boys need

Francis is often out of the house doing god knows what 

One of the reasons Lois hired you to begin with 

So it's a little while before Francis actually meets you 

But when he does?? 

Holy hell brace yourself 

When Francis sees you it changes his fucking brain chemistry 

He grabs his brothers and is like "That's the babysitter???"

"Yeah??"

"So you just forgot to mention how hot they are???" 

They did not expect this kind of reaction from him

He pays Dewey five bucks to sneak into your bag and see he can find out what body spray or lip gloss or cologne you use 

Dewey somehow manages to get in and out of your bag without you noticing

“What’s it called?” Francis asks, needing to satisfy the burning urge to know what you smell like up close

“Twilight… twilight something.” Dewey says, trying to remember. “I think it was… twilight sedation. Yeah, that’s it.” 

Francis looks over at you

“Twilight sedation…” he says dreamily

It’s twilight forest, but who’s counting

Francis needs to be around you as much as possible

Being home more than usual won’t be a problem, he thinks

He’s not responsible enough for Lois to let him watch his brothers unsupervised without utter chaos anyway, so it’s not like you’ll stop coming over

So now when you’re babysitting his brothers

When you’re making mac and cheese or helping them with their homework

He’ll find little moments to steal you away

Every time he fully intends to have a conversation with you 

Banter, build a rapport, get to know you better

And every time he ends up shamelessly coming onto you

And usually ends with him pinning you to a wall begging you to let him kiss you

Just once

Please, just once, just one time

And every time you manage to slip away and go back to what you were doing

Helping his brothers with video game levels and homework 

And every time, it leaves him wanting you more and more and more

You think he’s just messing with you at first

But you can’t deny the sincerity of his face and voice and body language

He’s burning for you

Aching for you

And it’s a little overwhelming to say the least

Especially with how out of the blue it is

You want to just have a normal conversation but always end up with him much closer to you than you expect

So you panic and slip away

And so begins the enticing game of cat and mouse between you that drives Francis even crazier for you than he thought was possible

Every time he promises himself he’ll play it cool, just be normal around you

And every time he ends up pinning you against the kitchen counter telling you what a good boyfriend he’ll be

Please just let him prove it

The logical part of your brain knows these should probably be red flags 

But a smaller part of you wants to see

The logical part of your brain also knows that you absolutely should not date the son of the woman you’re babysitting for 

Especially since (aside from Francis) this is the chillest cushiest babysitting job you’ve ever had

Lois was right, you’re exactly what her boys need

And since it’s impossible to get a babysitter, much less keep one, she’s paying you really well for this

So yeah

Dating her son would be a huge conflict of interest

You can’t

You absolutely cannot

But the one thing you failed to take into consideration is that you lowkey have horrible taste in men

So this thing building between you and Francis is really just a matter of time 

Then things are really going to get crazy

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being the Nonbinary Wilkerson Sibling

MASTERLIST | AO3

Pride Month 2024 #8

Relationship(s): The Wilkerson Family x nonbinary!Wilkerson!reader (platonic/familial)

Warnings: Coming out scene(s). Hal isn't completely accepting at first, but he's not outright transphobic. And, Ida is her typical self and is transphobic (but nothing is said explicitly). I've tried to make the reader's AGAB ambiguous, but apologies if anything's slipped through the cracks. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: I have no idea why it's taken me so long to write for Malcolm in the Middle. It's one of my favourite shows and I love these characters so much. I've got an idea for a MitM fic where the reader is Malcolm's best friend and when Malcolm goes away for college the reader befriends and starts dating Reese, so let me know if you'd be interested in reading that, or if you have any other requests you'd like me to write. I'm kind of obsessed with and fascinated by Lois and Francis, so there's a lot of Lois and Francis stuff in this. I'd love to write a follow up/companion piece to this fic, so if you've got any ideas for that, or if you'd like for me to come up with something myself, let me know.)

The first person in your family that you come out to is Jamie.

He can’t talk, or comprehend your words.

So, you get the benefits of finally admitting this thing that’s been weighing on you without it having any true consequence.

You’re babysitting him one day, when everyone else is out, and you say to him:

“Hey, Jamie. I know you have no idea what I’m saying but if I don’t say it soon I’m going to explode.”

He just looks at you blankly.

“I’m nonbinary. So, I’m not a boy like you, and I’m not a girl like mom.”

All you’re met with is another blank stare.

“Yeah, I must be going pretty insane if I’m trying to explain this in a way you’ll understand.”

The next logical choice is Francis.

After all, he’s far away and you don’t see him often, so you don’t have to live with him if he ends up rejecting you.

Not that you expect that from him, as your cool brother who respects pretty much everything that goes against tradition.

You call him one day, when you miraculously get the house to yourself.

“Francis, I need to tell you something.”

“You’re not calling me from jail, are you?”

“No.”

“Then, what is it?”

“I… I’m nonbinary.”

“The thing where you’re not really a boy or a girl?”

“Yeah, that.”

“How’d mom and dad take that one?”

“That’s the thing. I haven’t told them yet. Or Reese, Malcolm or Dewey.”

“So, I’m the first in the family to know?”

“After Jamie, if he counts.”

“Man, I can’t wait to shove that one in mom’s face.”

“Can you keep this to yourself? Until I’ve told them. I mean, you can tell Piama if you want.”

“Of course. I’ve kept worse secrets than this. Not that this is bad.”

“Thanks, Francis.”

“No problem. And, congrats. I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess. So… you’re okay with it?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Do you think everyone else will be okay with it?”

“If they’re not, they’ll probably come around. But, if they don’t, give me a call, alright?”

He paused, before speaking again.

“Do you like grandma?”

“Ida? Not really. Why?”

“Well, I think that she’d probably have a heart attack if you told her. So… do with that information what you will.”

You tell your family within the next month.

You choose to tell them when you’re having dinner one night.

If a fight breaks out, you figure it won’t be too different to your normal dinners.

Hal looks ever so slightly terrified.

Lois, for once, is at a loss for words, which scares you more than her yelling.

Reese is confused.

Malcolm and Dewey look surprised, albeit not overly shocked.

“What does that mean?” Reese questioned.

“It means…” Malcolm pauses as he looks at you, not sure how to refer to you yet. “You’re not a girl or a boy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But, you’re a-”

You cut Reese off.

“That’s not how I feel. And… I hope that you can all accept that, or try to accept that.”

Your eyes dart around everyone at the table, then you bite your lip and avert your gaze.

“So… do you think you guys can accept that?”

“Sweetheart-” Hal begins hesitantly, but Lois interrupts him.

“How long have you felt this way?”

Her voice is the most uncertain you’ve ever heard it be.

You can’t bring yourself to look up at her.

“Uh, a while.”

“And, you’re sure about it?”

“Do I have to be?”

“No.”

“Well, I am. Mostly.”

“Okay. Then, tell us what to do and we’ll do it.”

Surprised, you nervously tell your family what pronouns to use, and anything else they need to know.

It feels like such a relief.

Over the next few days, you overhear Reese asking Malcolm questions, but they’re both keeping their voices down so that you can’t make out what they’re saying (but you can infer the questions are about you).

Malcolm and Dewey adjust to the change the quickest.

Lois adjusts pretty quickly, too, no doubt because she’s that stubborn and determined not to slip up.

(Part of you wonders if she’s worried that getting it wrong or do anything to make you feel like you’re not accepted by her or the rest of the family will push you away like Francis)

Reese is trying his best, but he gets it wrong half the time, so Malcolm will make sure to correct him.

You notice that, at first, Hal avoids using pronouns for you as much as possible (and your name, if you asked for them to use a new one), and he has that look where he looks like he’s about to keel over and die, or like he’s having some kind of allergic reaction.

But, as time goes on, and with Lois and Malcolm’s insistence, he will try, and he will realise that all that matters is showing you that he loves you no matter what.

You find that Lois will fight for you in whatever way she can.

She overhears some judgemental mothers in the neighbourhood talking crap about you?

She will give them a piece of her mind.

If you’re still at school, and you want your teachers to use your pronouns (and your new name if you have one), then she will march down to the school and speak to the principal.

Your brothers will stand up for you, too.

Francis has told you to call him if anyone gives you a hard time.

If anyone’s a jerk to you, Reese will either punch them in the face or threaten them.

Malcolm will argue with anyone who gives you a hard time.

Dewey will secretly enact calculated revenge against anyone who upsets you, but will deny it when asked.

When Ida finds out about you, she will show up unannounced, storm into the house and start berating you and Lois.

Malcolm calls Francis, and it isn’t long before he turns up, too.

(Everyone knows that Francis will never turn down the opportunity to argue with someone, especially Lois or Ida)

It brings Francis and Lois together in a rare moment of solidarity, and they will spend hours upon hours in a screaming match with her.

(Somewhere along the line, you get the impression that they’ve all forgotten that the argument started with you at the centre)

Eventually, they’ll manage to get Ida to leave.

You’ll get up in the middle of the night to grab a drink and a snack, and you’ll find Lois sitting at the kitchen table, her head in her hands.

“Hey, Mom? I really appreciate you sticking up for me, but I always knew this wasn’t going to be easy. I can take people being assholes to me. You don’t have to keep standing up for me.”

She looks up at you, her exhaustion evident, but she’s still able to keep herself together, somehow.

“Honey, the world’s a cruel place, and it beats this family down enough without adding that gender stuff onto it. But, if that’s who you are, I’m not letting you face this alone. What kind of a mother would I be if I didn’t fight tooth and nail for you to be able to exist like everyone else?”

[lili-harg]

Hello, I introduce myself, I'm Lili (it's actually my middle name) and after spending a long period of time reading on this application I would like to start writing, but I really don't have any idea what to write about so if you feel like you want some ideas I can I would like me to write about some of these fandoms, tell me and I will gladly write about it. Thank you and goodbye

The fandoms with which I would currently be interested in writing would be:

● Tokyo Revengers

● Jujutsu kaisen

● Boku no Hero Academia

● Harry Potter (more specifically the Slytherin boys )

● Malcom que in the middle

● Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

• Haikyuu

• One Piece

[dead-sane-stuff]

* Damian telling some story*

Jason: That is such bullshit

Damian: NO IT IS NOT

Y/n: Jason, if Damian says it's true then who are we to believe otherwise

Jason: Oh Okay, but no one believes me when I say I beat the last level of Mortal Kombat.

Y/n: Because that's just ridiculous Jason, no one beats Sub-Zero or Kronika

[agaypanic]

hii could i request reese realizing he’s in love with reader after they’ve been dating for a while? thank you!!

Hate to be Lame (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)

Masterlist | Request Something! | Tip Me :)

Summary: When Reese realizes he’s fallen in love with you, he tries not to make a big deal out of it.

A/N: title inspo is hate to be lame by lizzy mcalpine

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Reese had never been with another girl as long as he’s been with you. He actually considered it a miracle when you hit the one-year mark, convinced that he would’ve fucked up in some way or accidentally drive you off by now. But somehow, he didn’t; Reese managed to keep his fuck-up’s to a minimum.

This fact made Reese twice as nervous and freaked out when he came to a realization one night. He was walking you home after a date, the two of you chatting about anything you might’ve missed and what you want to do the next time you see each other. You held hands the entire time, lightly swinging your connected arms back and forth.

When you got to your front door, you gave him a hug and kiss as you usually did. You lingered for a moment, not wanting Reese to leave.

“Call me when you get home, okay?” You softly requested, staring up at him. “Wanna make sure you get there safe.”

He nodded. You could ask Reese to run naked through every street in town while professing his love for you, and he’d probably say yes. The boy was utterly whipped.

After some final kisses, you finally went inside. Reese stood at your closed door for a few seconds, mentally preparing himself to leave and go back to the annoying chaos of his own house. But eventually, he turned around and went down your walkway.

“Man, I love that girl.” He mumbled before stopping dead in his tracks. He didn’t even think it; the words just tumbled out of his mouth. Reese was shocked at the statement, but soon shook himself out of his thoughts and kept walking.

But as he kept going, he kept thinking. Which wasn’t always a good thing to come from Reese. But instead of the usual thoughts of evil schemes and how to torment his brothers, he was thinking about you and what he just said to himself.

Love? He loved you? How could he be so sure? Reese had never been in this situation before; he had never gotten far enough with a girl for it to happen. But then suddenly, Reese recalled something his father had said to him many years ago, back when he had his first major crush on a girl. 

“All I know is your mother must carry some internal antidote, because through some fluke, I was lucky enough to get her.”

It was meant to be a warning for Reese and his brothers. Unless by some incredibly rare, once-in-a-blue-moon miracle, every relationship that they tried to pursue would end up crashing and burning because the Wilkerson boys were obsessive and insatiable.

As much as he wanted you to have nothing in common with his mother, Reese started to wonder if you also had that antidote. 

***

Reese’s discovery was at the front of his mind for the next few days. He quickly realized that, yes, he did love you. He also realized that the thought of telling you so made him scared shitless. Reese was so used to being the tough guy, the brooding bully that everyone feared. How would you react to him being soft?

“You okay?” You had been poking Reese’s shoulder, trying to get his attention. The question took him out of his thoughts, forcing him to look at you.

He stared at you for a moment, lips parted but nothing coming out. Then he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

It was one of those days when you didn’t have school, but your parents were working, so you jumped on the opportunity to have Reese over. You were both settled down on the couch, watching some random movie after finishing the lunch your boyfriend graciously made for you. Perks of dating a culinary prodigy.

You noticed that there was something off about Reese lately. Well, he was more off than he usually was. But you’ve learned not to push him, and that if he really needed to get something off his chest, he’d do it when he was ready.

What you didn’t know was that he was psyching himself up to tell you the thing on his mind. Part of him wished that he had something prepared, but knowing him, he’d probably forget what he had in mind and fumble through his words. So Reese took a deep breath and bit the bullet.

“Not to be lame or anything, but I think I love you.”

Reese immediately cringed at his words. You’re so stupid, he told himself. Reese couldn’t decide what was worse: the obvious nervous quiver in his voice or the fact that he said he thought he loved you when, after the past week of contemplation, he knew that he did.

It felt like forever before he decided to glance to the side and gauge your reaction. To his surprise, instead of looking disgusted or weirded out, you were smiling at him. That small smile he loved so much, because it was always used for him.

You patted Reese’s thigh, holding back a giggle when he jumped at the unexpected contact. He was clearly still picking apart his confession in his head. 

“I love you too, you goof.”

It sounded so natural and casual coming from you. Like you had already known for a long time, instead of dealing with these sudden new intense feelings like Reese had. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

“Is there anything else?” You looked at him curiously, and it was clear you had whatever antidote Hal had been babbling about. In an instant, Reese was calmer than he had been all week, and he nodded at you. Deciding he was telling the truth, you went back to watching the movie.

But Reese looked at you for a little longer, wondering how he got so lucky.

***

Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol @satans-bitch

Reese Wilkerson Taglist: @hollymaybank

[theloveinc]

Jason Todd as a parent is so SO funny to me because I think he’s making your kid a lil plate of steamed broccoli and salmon and maybe a little rice or something . And then as soon as the kid is in bed he’s driving to get you both mcdonalds lmao

[thelovelywriteress]

AWKWARD FIRST DATE

[ʳᵉᵉˢᵉ ʷⁱˡᵏᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ]

Reese finally got his act together and asked you out. Great! Except… now you’re both nervous wrecks. You because holy crap, this is actually happening, and Reese because oh no, what if I mess this up??

Step 1: The Outfit Crisis: Reese has never tried to dress up for anything in his life, so he spends way too long trying to figure out what to wear. His brothers make it worse:

Malcolm: “Just wear something normal.” Dewey: “Wear a suit.” Francis (on the phone): “Show up shirtless. Establish dominance.” Hal: “Son, just be yourself—no, actually, don’t.”

Let's say somehow between all the choas and confusion, he put up the some casual, nice clothes approved by Reese standard.

Step 2: The Date Spot : Reese was supposed to pick a normal place, like a restaurant or the mall. Instead, he panicked and picked… an arcade. Something he liked and felt most comfortable at.

His logic? “I wanna impress her by winning stuff.”

The reality? He immediately gets too competitive and spends half the date aggressively trying to beat a rigged claw machine to win you a prize. You sighed at his attempt through find it a bit cute too.

Step 3: The “Dammit, This Was a Date” Moment : At some point, Reese forgets he’s supposed to be romantic and just starts treating this like a normal hangout.

Reese: “See that fat guy there? Let's hit him and run.”

You: “Is it supposed to be romantic?” (reluctant)

Reese: “Why?” (confuse)

You: “Cause we are on date?”

Reese: “Wait. Crap!”

Whole date, Reese wanted to pull some random stunt or prank and you needed to make him remember it was supposed to be a “romantic date” to which he feel embarrassed and promise to behave untill he minds thinks of next troublesome stuff.

Step 4: The Accidental Cute Moment: While this date was filled with every awkward moment and not so “romantic moments” once in while universe is kind enough to let you experience some cute moment.

Reese: “I like you!”

You: “Why so randomly? You realised we are on date right now?”

Reese: “Yeah. I just wanna make sure you know I like you. ”

You: “I know you like me that's why we are here.”

Reese: “Yeah but you know LIKE—”

Reese might be little dumb up there but atleast he was sincere about his feelings. You find second confession on date a bit werid but because it was Reese who did it, you find whole scene adorable.

Step 5: The Ending: So you and Reese finally made it through day of your date and it was finally end of it. You guys were confused what to do. It wasn't like atmosphere was to romantic for kiss and you doubt you could pull any other physical contact too. You both just are waiting for other one to do something.

Reese: “So it's finally end of day.”

You: “Yes it is.”

Reese: “We need to separate from here now.”

You: “We need to.”

Reese: “You need to do anything before we leave.”

You: “I think you need to.”

You both continue to give other one hint and the take the bait for some action but unfortunately this first date end without any of that.

Despite the absolute trainwreck of a first date, Reese still walks away grinning like an idiot. Because even though he messed up a lot, you still laughed, still stuck around, and somehow still liked him.

[mysticallystilinski]

More Reese x reader smut? Or Malcolm I love both

“RIDE THE SWEATS”

a reese wilkerson x fem!reader fic

CW! 17+ SMUT ✮⋆˙. best-friends ༘⋆ thigh-riding ༘⋆ modern au ༘⋆ aged 18 ༘⋆ dirty talk lav speaks… tysm for requesting! i literally wrote this in an hour so it was vv rushed but i love the concept.

reese wilkerson, walking around in only grey sweatpants with nothing on underneath. you, a hormonal teenager that’s ovulating, nothing wrong with that, right?

it started out innocent, reese inviting you over, his parents were out to dinner and brothers doing god knows what. he knew that having you all alone gave the opportunity to make a move, after all best friends can touch each other sometimes.

walking into the wilkerson’s house, you were wearing silk pajamas, a nice set of shorts and cute lacy top. reese’s eyes slightly widened, but quickly darted back over to the television. “whatcha watching reese?”, you asked while closing the door behind you. reese’s eyes were too focused on your ass to process any of the words you just said.

“uhhh — monkeys”, he blurted. you turned around to face him and gave a questioning look. “monkeys?”, you were a little weirded out but brushed it off. his eyes closed then went back over to the tv. “yeah.. monkeys!”, he nodded getting slightly defensive.

you giggled slightly before making yourself comfortable next to him on the couch, “i figure we’re both going to sleep out here right?”. reese just gave a thumbs up, no response or anything. “okay reese, you’re acting really weird so you better fess up now or i’m leaving”, you demanded playfully. this wasn’t any help, your flirtatious demeanor, and the way you scooted closer to him, he was bound to break at any second.

“sorry — ‘m just frustrated, girls pissing me off you know”, he huffed. finally, the response you needed, but not the one you were hoping for. “oh”, you said, not really expecting that to be the problem, “well i’m here now so let’s not think about that, and let’s watch a movie?”. without a second thought, you both tried to grab the remote at the same time, him accidentally grasping the top of your hand.

reese jumped out of his seat, and headed towards the kitchen in a hurry, “you know — uh i think i’m gonna make some popcorn.” unusual behavior filled the air, but you knew you couldn’t control reese’s antics. staying put on the couch, you started the scary movie as the popcorn began to pop. reese was still in the kitchen, cursing his every action towards you.

from the corner of your eye, you made eye contact with his abs, god his slutty waist. his sweats hung low on his hips, just enough to see the end of his happy trail. you couldn’t tell if he was flexing, or if that’s how his chest naturally looked, but damn was it toned. reese’s eyes caught you glancing, you quickly turned your head away and pretended to focus on the movie.

footsteps echoed towards you as reese sat down, popcorn bucket in hand.

in his hands.

his hands were so nice, fingers so long, looking slightly rough but feeling soft. you had to stop these thoughts from clouding your mind, he was your best friend, hell bestest friend in the whole world. reese has his eyes peered upon your body, and your face as you stared intently at the movie, trying not to focus on all the dirty thoughts of him.

the movie was just at the beginning, but got slightly boring. adjusting in your seat, you placed a blanket over your body, making sure to keep a little room just in case reese was cold. that was the perfect idea, “hey, uh — can i share the blanket with you? it’s getting a little cold.”

your eyes glanced back over to reese, and you held the blanket out for him to go under. “thanks”, he smiled quickly, then dropping it as you looked away. reese’s thigh slightly touched yours, creating a sort of heat upon your body. a slight shiver ran down your spine as he adjusted his posture, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“reese can i ask you something, and you have to promise not to freak out or be weirded out by it?”, you questioned in a nervous tone. reese was slightly surprised, and a little nervous but nonetheless shook his head yes. “can i — god this is gonna sound so weird, okay let me explain — i just haven’t had someone touch me in a while and..” you began to trail off before he interrupted you.

“you want me to fuck you?”, reese questioned with his eyes widened. his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes darted anywhere but your eyes. he was rubbing his chin with his hand before you responded, “i mean when you put it like that.. i mean can you touch me? or like can i touch you.”

without a doubt, reese quickly nodded. “so how are we gonna do this?”, he asked. he wasn’t opposed to the idea at all, actually he was quite excited. “i guess — like can i ride you? or your thigh.. i just need some sort of friction.” reese was inaudible, thoughts forming in his brain about the possibility of this happening.

“yes.” with no second thoughts, you removed the blanket and stood up. quickly pulling down your silky shorts, you were left with nothing underneath. reese was shocked, and at a loss. he gathered up the courage to hold out his hand, offering you to straddle his thigh.

you held his hand, and positioned yourself upon his grey sweats, the sudden contact making you let out a breathy moan. reese’s eyes practically rolled in the back of his head, he couldn’t believe you two were doing this. immediately, his hands gripped your hips and began to guide you, wanting to make you feel good instantly.

you weren’t prepared for the sudden friction, which led to a string of whimpers and whines leaving your mouth. “fuck reese — ‘mm feels so good,” you whined. reese was already getting hot and bothered, his leg slightly shaky which made your experience ten times better. “yeah, it feels good baby?”, he coo’d.

reese began to guide you even further, bucking his leg up as your body grinded against his thigh. a wet spot was surely visible, or would be once you got up. “you’re doing so good, so fucking good baby.”

reese began to whimper as your high approached, your clit feeling the harsh contact and pressure against his clothed thigh. “so fucking speechless you can’t even speak hm? who’s the dumb one now”, he chuckled. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his large hand guided your body in a motion even your most experienced boyfriends couldn’t.

“kiss me, come on baby kiss me”, he repeated breathlessly. your lips found his quickly, tongue in mouth to get more attention. reese’s dirty talk sure put you over the edge, making you finish all over his sweats. he was hard, and he sure as hell almost came too. your hand grabbed his bicep as you rode your high out, leading every ounce of orgasm out of your body.

placing your head on his shoulder, you felt his hot breath by your ear, slight whimpers still coming out of him at a slow pace. “didn’t know you were that needy”, he whined. “you have no idea.”

[gonzo-rella]

hey so the plan is to start writing more actively for this blog. i have some stuff that i'm working on, but i'd also like to see what fandoms/characters you'd like me to try writing for. i'm too scared to look for inspiration on my several years old to-do list of requests that i never ended up writing so it'd be nice to see what you've liked from me recently, and what sort of stuff you'd like to see more of. check out my fandom list for better reference but i haven't included certain fandoms on there just yet. i'm drunk writing this so excuse any repetition/errors.

i'll list some of the stuff i've been working on (that i haven't yet posted) and the fandoms i'm currently interested in writing for.

the stuff i've actively worked on in the past week:

arnold rimmer x nonbinary/transmasc!reader; ambiguous but implied romantic (red dwarf)

the reader is dealing with dysphoria and lister-enduced gender envy, and they find an unlikely confidante in rimmer. i'm most of the way done with this one, about 3/5 i'd say. i've written about 2.3k words.

stevie budd x gender neutral!reader; romantic (schitt's creek)

the reader is roland and jocelyn's kid and they are dating stevie. they've tried to keep their relationship a secret because they know roland will be well-intentioned but annoying, but eventually the truth comes out. i've barely started this one. i've done part of the first scene but that's about it.

sonic, tails and knuckles x gender neutral!reader; platonic (sonic movies)

some short scenes with the reader vibing with sonic, tails and knuckles. the premise is that the reader is the wachowski's neighbour who is 'babysitting' the trio while tom and maddie are on vacation. so far, i have a scene where tom and maddie break the news that the reader will be watching them, and a scene where they're breaking the ice at dinner. i'm mostly stumped so it'd be really cool if people could send in ideas/prompts for short little scenes with sonic, tails, knuckles and the reader.

ray stantz x gender neutral!reader; romantic, with some platonic!venkman stuff because i love writing for him (ghostbusters)

the reader is a cashier at a store that venkman frequents. occasionally, ray tags along with him and he develops a crush on you. so, venkman invites you to go out to a bar to try to set the two of you up. i've almost finished one scene, so it's pretty much nowhere near done.

fandoms/specific characters i'm interested in writing for:

red dwarf (i just finished series iv so it's not on my fandom list yet)

arnold rimmer (i have a lot of ideas, from ace!rimmer x ace!reader, to one based on dimension jump where the reader prefers pathetic rimmer over ace to the bewilderment of the rest of the crew and rimmer himself) dave lister (would love to write some poly rimster x reader fics)

the walking dead (i got to like season 9 when i watched it last year but i gave up; i plan to watch it from the start)

i'm happy to write for most of the characters, but my favourites to write for platonically would be daryl, carol, carl, rick, glenn, maggie and negan, and my favourites to write for romantically would be daryl, carol and negan.

ghostbusters (1, 2, afterlife and frozen empire)

ray stantz (romantically or platonically) peter venkman (platonically) phoebe spengler (platonically)

dead poets society

charlie dalton (please let me write fics where this boy wants to kiss me) todd anderson (please let me write fics where this boy wants to kiss me) neil perry (please let me write fics where this boy wants to kiss me)

schitt's creek

stevie budd (romantically or platonically) alexis rose (romantically or platonically)

malcolm in the middle

my preference would be writing (adult) reese romantically, or writing platonically for any of the characters at any age. i like writing fics where the reader is one of the wilkerson kids, too.

so, yeah, feel free to comment or send me an ask if there's anything you want to see me write for. since i'm currently watching red dwarf i can see myself focusing on that because i am in love with rimmer. seeing as i have such a limited range of ideas it'd make things a lot easier to get input from people so i'm not just putting a lot of effort into writing stuff that no one wants to read.

what i will say is that i might finally try to watch all of boy meets world, a show i've only seen a few seasons of but i've read way too much reader-insert fics about shawn and eric, so i may well watch the show to start writing for them. let me know if you'd be interested in that.

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

eight days of hell. ( reese wilkerson x reader )

gif belongs to me

When you started dating, Reese noticed your relationship with your sister was different than the one he had with his brothers. You didn't actively seek to cause each other bodily harm and being the oldest she looked up to you, taking clothes from your closet without retaliation and you always walked to and from school together on days you didn't have clubs after school. You were a package deal and Reese knew and respected it.

When you first introduced them he could see how wary she was of him, and Reese was worried that her reaction could spell the end of your relationship but when you explained that she felt as if he would try and drive a wedge between you both, Reese sought out to prove that he wouldn't.

Soon it felt like the two of them forgot you were there as they chatted. You were sitting in your room when your sister entered, wanting to dress up in your clothes and you left to get snacks, returning to find Reese sitting with clips in his hair.

You held your hands up when he met your gaze, "Don't worry. I'll keep your secret. I admit I like being one of the two people you share your sweet side with." You handed him a soda, biting the inside of your cheek. "A lot."

Reese sat straighter, smiling at you before your sister stole his attention. He held the stuffed bear she handed him like he would kill anyone who would harm it, all because he knew how important it was to her. You had grown up together and when you went to high school you noticed a shift in him, even if he still had a tendency to beat up other kids.

You knew he had a softer side after seeing him beat up kids who were talking about his brothers and knew he was protective of his family. He could be a brute, but he was a good guy and as you watched him nod along as your little sister chatted happily at having his full attention, you fell a little more in love with him.

There was a six-year age gap between you and your little sister, and when you started high school she was still in elementary school. Due to the demanding nature of your parents' jobs, you were frequently left to babysit and it led to a strong bond between you both. While you had gone on dates, you considered Reese your first boyfriend and were anxious about introducing the two but they bonded quickly much to your relief.

Reese walked with you after school to walk your sister home from middle school and when you had clubs after school he continued to escort her home. Which is how he found out about the troubles she was having at school.

There was a boy from her gym class that purposely singled her out in dodgeball, or took her lunch. When he asked why she didn't want you to know, she told him that you would talk to the teachers and it only made things worse. So Reese taught her a few moves to knock the boy off his feet, to provide enough of a threat that he would back off.

You were stunned when you learned she was caught fighting and as you paced the floor of your bedroom, voicing your concerns to Reese, you noticed that he had been suspiciously quiet.

"No." You turned to him, jaw hitting the floor. "You didn't."

"It wasn't -"

"Tell me you didn't tell my sister to beat up that kid."

"She punched him once. I wouldn't class that as beating him up."

"Reese!" You glared at him as he stood up from your bed. "He has a bruise on his jaw! She could've been suspended!"

"Hey! He started it when he singled her out. He was taking her lunch. Trust me, it's the only language he understands. He won't bother her again."

You stared at him in stunned silence for a moment. "I-I want you to go."

Reese sighed, picking up his backpack from the floor. "Fine. I'll see you later."

You shook your head, turning to watch him head to the door. "No." You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. "I don't think we should see each other anymore."

Reese halted, hand holding the door ajar, "Wait. Are you breaking up with me?"

"I'm sorry."

"B-But...he was bugging her. I was helping! I helped!"

You shook your head, "No, you made things worse." When he opened his mouth to speak, you closed your eyes as you held back tears, "Please...just go."

Reese shook his head as he walked out and you wiped a tear that fell down your cheek. You heard your little sister calling on him and followed her downstairs, catching up with Reese at the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. I'll see you around, okay?"

"This is because of me, isn't it? Because of what I did." She sniffled.

You shook your head, "No, of course not."

"You're lying! I heard everything!"

You sighed when she ran upstairs and looked at the door when you heard it close and found Reese was gone. You walked to the living room, hiding by the curtain as you watched him walk away, rubbing your arms as tears fell down your cheeks.

When your parents got home you were grounded for two weeks, your little sister for three, and received the cold shoulder from all of them. Your parents were disappointed in you for bringing Reese into her life, encouraging violence, and you felt all the progress, all the times Reese had won them over by cooking dinner, fade away.

"I warned you about that boy, Y/N. And now look." Your father scoffed. "I mean what were you thinking?"

Your little sister didn't knock on your door to steal your clothes and you preferred to spend time in your bedroom more and more to avoid the cold shoulders you were receiving. You shared classes with Reese, but when he saw you he looked away or headed in the opposite direction even when he knew he'd be late to class.

On the eighth day, you were at your locker when Malcolm approached you. He bent down to help you pick up the papers that fell out of your backpack and you quietly thanked him.

"I don't know why I'm helping you."

"So why are you?" You took the papers he held out to you as you both stood up.

"Because you look as pathetic as Reese does." Malcolm shook his head. "You need to talk to him."

"I can't."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I've -"

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?"

You turned to find a boy you recognized from one of your classes. "Yeah."

"Your little sister beat up my little brother." His jaw ticked as his eyes narrowed and you knew this was about to get ugly real fast.

"I'll see you later, Malcolm."

You closed your locker and tried to put as much distance between you and Reese's little brother as you could to avoid him being pulled into the confrontation you had been dreading.

"Hey! I was talkin' to you!" You turned when the boy grabbed your backpack and sucked in a breath when he stood too close for your liking. "No, one messes with my brother. He's sensitive."

You could feel your hurt and frustration bubbling over. "Please, he was harassing her. He got what he deserved. Less actually. He's so sensitive he has to pick on a girl smaller than him."

"Are you calling him weak?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat when he threw your backpack on the ground. You took a step back when he stepped forward and felt someone step in front of you, acting as a protective wall between you and the other boy.

You would recognize that hair anywhere.

"Reese." You gasped.

"Your little brother is an idiot who needs to bully a girl because he's such a dork." Reese squared his shoulders and you bit your tongue harshly.

"Reese, don't."

Reese ignored your quiet plea to back down. "It seems to run in the family."

Chuckles traveled down the hallway and you watched wide-eyed as the other boy glared at Reese who was smiling, irking him further.

You covered your mouth with your hands when the two started throwing punches and students chanted, "Fight! Fight!" over and over.

You met Malcolm's gaze as the two boys fought on the floor, "Do something!"

"Reese is kicking his ass!"

You looked back at the brawl and realized he was right. Reese backed off when the principal and several teachers arrived to break up the fight. Your jaw hit the floor as he got detention for a month and his reaction was to grin.

You picked up your backpack off the floor and followed a teacher to the principal's office. You were already in your parent's bad books, so you weren't worried about their reaction. The bruise forming on Reese's cheek? Very much so.

Reese was taken inside first and you pretended to look for something in your backpack to avoid looking at the glare from the boy he'd been fighting with. The door opened, and you sat straighter when Reese walked out, the other boy heading into the office next.

You stood up when the door closed and approached him, biting your lower lip worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, he did this thing with his fist, like he didn't know how to punch properly. Everyone knows to keep your arm and fist relaxed just before the moment before impact. He was tight before relaxing his fist. It was like being hit by a cloud."

You shook your head, "Still managed to cause a bruise or two."

Reese touched his cheek when you pointed it out, shrugging. "He'll need at least sixteen stitches."

"I'm sorry." You exhaled shakily. "I thought that you were a bad influence, but I know that you were just trying to help. You taught her how to defend herself and that's not a bad thing. I'm an idiot. I know I don't deserve it, but can you forgive me?"

His brow furrowed for a moment before it relaxed, realizing you wanted to get back together. A small smile formed on his lips, as he nodded. "I want a week's worth of kisses."

"I'll give you two." You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his waist. Reese smiled as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, feeling your hands clutching the back of his shirt.

"Deal."

You tilted your head up and closed your eyes when he kissed you. A few moments later the door opened and Reese pulled back when your name was called.

"We're having a minute here."

"Do you want another week of detention?" The principal asked as the other boy made a quick exit.

Before Reese could say something that would make matters worse, you spoke first, "No, he doesn't. He'll be busy." You looked at your boyfriend over your shoulder as you walked away and sent him a small smile before entering the office.

Reese knew that his parents would ground him for months for fighting again but he would do it all over again. The smile on his lips had replaced the frown that seemed carved onto his features for the past eight days since your breakup, and as she told him his punishment Lois knew he didn't care. Not when he got you back.

And she'd take the goofy smile on his face over the way he lay staring at the ceiling after your breakup - when not even Malcolm and Dewey's attempts to cheer him up with crazy schemes worked.

On the first night of his punishment, Reese sneaked out of his bedroom window, and you knew he had planned to surprise you as he often did.

You snuck up behind him as he walked down his driveway and when he heard your giggles Reese quickly fought his reflexes that told him to flip you over his shoulder.

You wrapped your arms around his neck when he turned around and smiled at the look of surprise on his features.

"You snuck out?"

"I figured, hey, I'm already grounded. Might as well enjoy it."

Reese shook his head, his smile growing as he leaned down to kiss you. "I missed you."

When anyone brought up your breakup, Reese always said, "The eight days of hell? Yeah, what about it?"

Even years later when you had graduated and lived in your own apartment, he answered the same way because that's how he titled your short breakup, and underneath were pictures of him waiting for it to end with your forgiveness. While your relationship with your parents remained strained after moving out to live with Reese, you grew close with your little sister who spent more time sleeping on your couch than at home.

You knew that Reese's intentions were good and the boy harassing your little sister never did so again - a win in your book. Your parents disagreed but you had let your fears of their reaction almost cost you something great before and while you left home with a backpack full of clothes, you never looked back with regret.

Those eight days without him were pure hell and neither of you intended to endure it again.