#malcolm in the middle x reader

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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!!!!

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its prom season so i was wondering if i could request smth where reese and reader are temporarily broken up and after the prom (when he went with the girl that paid him to go with her) he realizes he wants reader back and they get back together

Get the Girl (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: You and Reese decide to take a break because you don’t think he’s as serious about your shared future as you are. When a girl hires Reese to be her prom date, he realizes just how much he loves you.

A/N: it’s not prom season anymore (sorry about that lol) but here you go

***

“Reese, I think we should take a break.”

You didn’t want to say it, your voice almost broke as you forced out the words. 

“Me too.” He responded, his cheerful tone making you think he was thinking about a different kind of break than you. “Let’s skip math and get some ice cream or something.”

You were right; he had no idea what you meant. “Not that kind of break, Reese.”

“Then what kind of-” Reese slammed his locker shut and looked at the dejected expression on your face. He seemed a bit puzzled, but soon put the pieces together. “Oh.”

“I just…” You sighed. Part of you didn’t want to explain, and part of you felt like Reese wouldn’t care enough to ask for an explanation, but you knew you should tell him why. “I just don’t think you’re that serious about us. Or anything for that matter.”

“I’m serious.”

“Oh really, Reese?” He nodded unconvincingly. “You haven’t applied to any colleges or trade schools, you don’t have any kind of job lined up, and every time I try to talk to you about our future together, you say, ‘Let’s just live with my mom so we don’t have to pay rent.’”

“I still think that’s a good idea.”

“It’s not Reese!” You raised your voice a little out of frustration. “It may be for you, but it’s certainly not for me. I want to have a life with you after high school, and not one that involves sharing a room with your brothers and being cramped in your twin bed.”

Reese let out a tiny laugh, which made you fume. “Y/n, I’d obviously make Dewey switch with us.” He quickly saw that you weren’t as amused as he was. “Babe, I don’t wanna take a break, but what do you want from me? What do you want me to do?”

You groaned, the sadness you had felt earlier being replaced by frustration. “If you still don’t get it after I’ve already told you, then maybe this break is a good thing.”

Reese was about to respond, but was cut off by the warning bell. Giving him one last look, you turned and headed to class. 

***

When you heard that Reese was going to the prom with another girl, you didn’t really know how to feel. Logically, you shouldn’t have felt anything. After all, it was your idea to take a break, so you couldn’t really be mad that he decided to go out with someone else. In fact, it just confirmed the suspicion you had of him not being serious about your relationship. 

But you were still hurt. And you thought you had a right to be, considering you’d been dating Reese for years.

You did your best not to think about him. Prom was supposed to be the highlight of your high school life. But there you were, moping in the auditorium, watching your probably now officially ex-boyfriend dance with another girl. While drinking your punch, you wondered if you should leave now or try to stick it out a little longer.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“Hey, Malcolm.” You responded, a bit surprised by the boy’s presence. “I take it MORP didn’t turn out the way you planned?”

He sighed. “Nope.” He seemed slightly disappointed, but his mood lightened as he looked at the crowd, which was full of both prom and morp goers. “Aren’t you gonna dance?”

“Don’t feel like it.” You answered, finishing your punch.

The two of you stood awkwardly for another song before Malcolm spoke again. “I know I’m not Reese… thank God… but, do you wanna dance?” You gave him a questioning look, wondering why Malcolm was being nice. “Don’t make me regret asking.”

You smiled a little, tossing your empty cup in the trash before nodding. “Okay.”

You and Malcolm danced a bit stiffly around the floor, not really knowing what to do. He wasn’t expecting to dance with his brother’s ex, and you weren’t expecting to dance with your ex’s brother. But after another song or two, you loosened up. You might even go as far as to say you were having a good time. 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the giant room, Reese danced with Jeanine. She was very impressed with how well-behaved he was being. He even threw in a few off-script compliments. Needless to say, she was swooning.

She was so busy swooning that she didn’t notice how Reese’s eyes kept searching for you. When he found you dancing with Malcolm across the floor, he was livid. Why was his brother dancing with you? 

And even worse, why were you seeming to enjoy yourself?

“You’re a really good dancer,” Jeanie said.

Reese was so fixated on you that he forgot he had a part to play. He tried to seem genuine as he looked back at his date. “When I’m with you, it doesn’t even feel like we’re dancing. It’s like we’re floating.”

Jeanie smiled. “I misjudged you, Reese. I just chose you because you were completely hideous, and I knew you wouldn’t have a date. But you’re so much more than that. You’ve made me feel wonderful.”

“It’s been a really great night for me, too.” Reese lied. “You helped me find a little part of me that I didn’t even know was there, the part that isn’t a gigantic jackass.” This came from the heart, however Jeanie wasn’t the person he wanted to say this to. 

“You know…” Jeanie said, seeming a bit shy now from Reese’s kind words that weren’t actually meant for her. “I wasn’t planning on the night ending this way, but why don’t we get out of here, grab a blanket and a bottle of wine and go to the beach.”

“You mean it?” He tried to sound excited, but Reese wanted to take a step away from her. Spending tonight, and the whole week for that matter, with Jeanie, really made him realize that there was only one person he wanted to get drunk on the beach with. 

“Yes, Reese,” Jeanie answered, leaning in close. “I really want you.”

Reese was filled with relief when the alarm on his watch went off, signaling that it was now midnight. Jeanie pulled back a bit in surprise. “It’s twelve already? Too bad. Well, see you at school. And you can just put the money you owe me in my locker.” He started to walk away, leaving his date dumbfounded.

“Reese, where are you going?”

The boy turned around, still inching away from her as he pointed at his watch. “It’s midnight. I’m off the clock.” Then he turned back around, the girl’s confused protests fading away as he walked further away. Now, only one thing was on his mind: getting his girl back.

“Oh God.” Malcolm looked at something behind you, seemingly terrified.

“What?” Instead of answering, the boy quickly scurried off. You turned around just in time for Reese to grab your face and pull you into a deep and desperate kiss. At first, you melted into his touch, completely overwhelmed by the affection. But then you remembered your situation, pulling away despite your hesitancy and his protests. “Reese, what are you doing?”

“I love you.”

“Okay…?”

That wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for, but he supposed it was fair. Reese gently pushed you away from the crowd of dancers, hoping to have a somewhat private conversation. “I love you, Y/n. And I know you don’t think I’m serious about us, but I am. This is so corny, and you can never tell anyone, but you make me a better person. And I want you to keep making me better.”

“So you want me to put in all the work?” You knew it was a bit mean to argue with Reese when he was being vulnerable, something that was rare even when he was with you. 

But it didn’t seem to deter him. “No! Of course not. I wanna…” He trailed off, realizing how cliche he was about to sound. “I wanna be with you. Maybe have our own apartment after graduation. And maybe I could go to a cooking school or something. And one day, I’ll have enough money to get you a ring, because I want to be with you.” Reese took a much-needed breath. “I’m sorry it took me being on a date with another girl to appreciate you.”

You were rendered speechless. Reese wasn’t usually a man of many words, especially not this many words. And he was rarely vulnerable, even with you.

“Say something,” Reese said, getting worried. He wondered if he said the wrong thing or went too far. Maybe when you talked about your future with him, you didn’t mean that far into the future. Or maybe he shouldn’t have brought up Jeanie, or the fact that he needed to be with someone else in order to realize how much you meant to him.

Reese’s train of thought was interrupted by you launching yourself at him, arms tightly winding around his neck. He wobbled a little in surprise, but hugged you back like it was second nature.

“That’s all I wanted.” You muttered, kissing Reese’s cheek. “And I love you too.”

Reese sighed in relief, pulling you closer against him. Eventually, the two of you ended up back on the dancefloor. But this time, you were finally with the person you wanted to dance with.

***

Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

Reese Wilkerson Taglist: @hollymaybank @theogirlovermattheogirl

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Y/N: I hate you.

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

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Headcanons: Being the Nonbinary Wilkerson Sibling

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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?”

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Would you be willing to write more about loser obsessive boyfriend francis wilkerson? There is almost nothing on him. It's so sad.

I love how you've written him <3

YES ALWAYS ABSOLUTELY. I fucking love an obsessive loser boyfriend. Francis will do just about anything to win you over, even after you're already dating. Yk those walk him like a dog edits on tiktok?? Yeah you always have Francis trailing after you like that. He thinks about you constantly, and if it’s physically possible he's going to be right with you. He's so clingy and devoted, he literally worships the ground you walk on. Lois knows if she tells Francis to stop calling you so much and sneaking out to climb through your bedroom window, it will only encourage him. She often results to disconnecting their phone and putting bars over his windows. Lois knew he was down bad for you so she expected to have to do something like that, but it only really dawned on her how much he likes you when she saw him trying to train a pigeon to send you one of many, many love letters he's written for you. You stop by the next day to take the boys to school like usual, and you see Reese and Malcolm chasing pigeons around the kitchen while Dewey screams and Francis yells at them not to rip the love letters he wrote for you (which are currently hanging off the pigeons feet). Lois knows if anything is going to scare you off, it's this. But you just laugh. You laugh and open the windows and pop out the screens so the birds can fly out. You get the boys their bags and lunches, say good morning to Lois and Hal, and take them to school. Lois realizes right then what a good fit you are, not just for Francis, but for their whole family. If you ever have a chance of marrying into their family (which knowing Francis, he's probably already trying to figure out your ring size) you need to be equipped to handle the chaos that comes along with it. And... you are. She has no idea how you manage to handle it so well, but you do. So now, along with keeping her sons alive and out of jail and making sure they all eventually graduate high school, she adds making sure you stay a part of their family to her priority list.

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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

[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.

[mocchii-writes]

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Squid Games:

~Squid Game Boys with a Reader Who's Undercover in the Games

Hwang Jun-ho-

~Ever Since I Was a Kid, I've Been Legit. (850 words) Jun Ho thinks you're too unserious for their mission.

Choi Su-bong (Thanos)-

~I Hope Nobody Catch Us (But I Kind of Hope They Catch Us) (750 words) Your boyfriend just wants to see you. Unfortunately, your friends aren't in the loop.

~Well All the Stars Would Shine a Bloody Red (3k words) You and Thanos aren't together anymore but seeing each other in the games brings up new and old emotions.

~If You Hold Me Without Hurting Me, You'll Be the First Who Ever Did [Part 2] Nam-gyu is under the impression Thanos is using you, but he doesn't realize Thanos is just head over heels for you.

~Young as I Want to Know, I Will Never Let You Go. Thanos is in pieces when he thinks you're dead, but he's got a surprise coming his way.

~You're the Queen of the Superficial, How Long Before You Tell the Truth? (Coming Soon)

Kang Dae-ho-

~She's the Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene (1k words) Dae-ho felt the need to protect you, but didn't expect how starstruck he could be when you returned the favor.

~Dae-ho being jealous hcs

Kang Sae-byeok-

~Sae-byeok sfw alphabet

~There's Something Lonesome About You, Something So Wholesome About You. Sweet mornings with Kang Sae-byeok

Ji-Yeong-

~Ji-Yeong sfw alphabet (Coming soon)

Seong Gi-hun- ~Looking Through the Peephole, Welcome to the Freak Show (Coming Soon)

Hwang In-ho-

~Platonic!FatherFigure!In-ho hcs

Nam-gyu- ~Can You See Me Using Everything to Hold Back? (Coming Soon)

Mouthwashing:

Daisuke-

~General dating hcs

Alice in Borderland:

Shuntaro Chishiya-

~Dating Chishiya as a new Pediatrician hcs

~Jealous and Possesive Chisiya hcs

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Making a Little Genius (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You and Malcolm have a big party with your friends and family to celebrate you getting engaged and graduating Harvard with doctorates. During said party, you and Malcolm go to the bathroom to have a different kind of celebration.

A/N: based on this ask and this ask, plus some others i probably forgot about. Idk anything about doctorates, graduating college, or tbh probably anything in this fic. Year isn’t specified, but malcolm + reader are like 25. Francis is about 29, Reese 26, Dewey 19, Jamie 10, and the new kid is like 6. I made the newest kid a girl bc i feel like lois deserves it. You don’t need to know any of this, I just thought I’d say just in case lol

C/W: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it!), breeding kink, dumbification kink, degrading kink, semi-public sex (empty room at a party), mommy and daddy kink

***

Malcolm had been eyeing you the entire day. It started out innocently. In the morning, he watched you fondly as he helped you decorate the house for the party you were having today. Malcolm paid extra attention to how the engagement ring he had given you shone in the light. After all, it was part of the reason you were having a party in the first place.

At first, Malcolm was against a big celebration. The last thing he needed was his crazy family, mainly his brothers and their children, messing around and breaking everything valuable around his house.

He finally knew how his parents felt about him and his brothers.

But you were always able to convince your boyfriend, now fiance, to loosen up a little. Which was why your little backyard was now crowded with your families and friends. Malcolm tried to stay close to you, but eventually got distracted by Jamie trying to give their little sister Maggie a string of firecrackers. Usually, he wouldn’t be so concerned, despite every Wilkerson child’s destructive streak. But Maggie had grown out of her phase of putting everything in her mouth and had now become very interested in fire and “making things go boom!”

When Malcolm was finally able to wrestle the tiny explosives and lighter out of Maggie’s hands, you were on the porch cooing over your new soon-to-be niece. “I can’t believe you’re a dad now, Reese.” You said, letting baby Olivia grab at your fingers. “It’s like you’re a real grown up.”

“I still have my moments.” Reese smiled with a shrug. “Don’t tell Jen, but sometimes I let Livvie lick the spoon a little when I’m making cakes.”

You snorted, surprised that that was the best example of mischief Reese was able to come up with now. You weren’t going to complain though. It was definitely better than his days of fighting rabid packs of dogs and beating on his brothers. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“What secret?” Malcolm startled you, making you hold your future niece extra close to you. When you realized it was your fiance who had snuck up on you, you relaxed a bit and smirked at his brother.

“Nothing. Just that Reese isn’t the bad boy he used to be.” You chuckled before catching a glimpse of what Malcolm was holding. “Where did you get firecrackers?”

“Maggie.” He sighed, jerking his head towards the house. “Come on, help me find a place to hide these before we have to buy our neighbors new mailboxes.”

Carefully, you handed Olivia back to her dad before following Malcolm inside the house. While wandering around, looking for a place to hide the tiny explosives, you and Malcolm basked in the rare moment of solitude after hours of being surrounded by your family. 

“Olivia’s the cutest thing.” You said as you opened the medicine cabinet in your bathroom. Malcolm nodded, watching you sit on the counter. “Just think. One day, we’ll have some little geniuses of our own running around.”

“Oh yeah?” Malcolm smirked, closing the cabinet and moving to stand in front of you. “How soon do you think?”

The look in his eyes made you smile coyly. “I dunno.” You shrugged, wrapping your arms around Malcolm’s shoulders. “After we’re married with better health insurance would probably be the ideal scenario. But…” You trailed off, letting a hand play with the hair at the nape of Malcolm’s neck.

“But…?” Malcolm encouraged.

“But,” you repeated, lips inching closer to his. “There’s no harm in practicing.”

Malcolm pulled your body against his as he kissed you feverishly. His hands roamed your body, groping your boobs and hips before hiking the skirt of your dress up. You moaned into Malcolm’s mouth as he squeezed your thighs and rutted his growing erection against you. Overwhelmed by desire, you did your best to move your hips in time with his to relieve your aching need for friction. 

A whine escaped your lips as Malcolm pulled your top down, making your breasts victim to his licks and bites that were now trailing down from your neck. “Perfect tits.” He muttered against your skin. “Gonna be even more perfect when I make you a mommy.” 

While Malcolm pinched your nipples, your somewhat shaky hands traveled down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. You reached in and started palming him through his boxers, and you bit your lip from how hard he was against you. 

“You want Daddy’s cock?” You moaned in response. You never thought that Malcolm would have a daddy kink, or that it would make you this horny. Yet here you were, tugging at Malcolm’s clothes just enough to allow his cock to spring free and spreading your legs as wide as you were able. Malcolm pulled your panties to the side before fisting himself, staring at your pussy that was begging for him. “God, you’re so wet, baby. Gonna fill you up so good.”

When he was fully stiff, Malcolm slowly guided himself into you. It took all his strength to not immediately ram into you; you just felt so good. He started with slow thrusts, allowing you to get used to his size while also trying to release the mutual desperation. 

“Mal…” You sighed. “More.”

“Oh yeah? You want more? Want Daddy to fuck you harder?”

Too overwhelmed to speak, you instead nodded furiously and swung your arms around his shoulders to brace yourself for what was to come. 

Almost instantly, Malcolm started pistoning in and out of you. You’d never understand where he got the stamina for such a rapid pace. Maybe all the coffee he consumed during finals had made him permanently jittery and speedy. But you weren’t about to complain, not when the drag of his cock against you sent electricity up your spine.

Malcolm reached down to thumb at your clit, and he couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh when he felt you squeezing him in response. “You like that?” Although the question was genuine, his tone was entirely condescending. It only made you wetter. You tried to respond, but all that came out was a cockdrunk babble. “What was that?” Malcolm slowed his pace a bit, making you whine in protest.

“Fa-...” You could barely finish the word. The hand that wasn’t playing with your clit cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at Malcolm. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue, and all you did was grab his arm and try to move your hips to get him to keep fucking you.

Malcolm laughed, realizing what was happening. “I’m really fucking your brains out, aren’t I? Nothing but a cocksleeve for me.” His degrading just made you even wetter. Deciding to have some mercy on you, Malcolm started pounding into you again. “How much of a genius is this kid gonna be?” He panted, circling your clit vigorously. “Mommy’s a Harvard graduate, but gets too dumb to speak when I fuck her.”

“Gonna…” You took a deep breath, feeling yourself inching closer and closer to the edge. You had an iron grip on Malcolm’s shirt, no doubt wrinkling the fabric in your fist.

“Oh!” Malcolm looked at you with faux surprise. “Got something to say? Come on, tell Daddy what you’re thinking, if you’re even able to form a thought.”

His condescension spurred you on. “Gonna come.” You finally spat out.

Malcolm nodded. “Good girl.” His breathing got heavier with every thrust. “God, I’m so close.”

“In me.” You moaned. “Come in me. Please.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” Malcolm’s hips stuttered, trying to restrain himself from coming for just a little while longer. “Want me to make you a mommy?”

“Uh huh.” You whined. “Make you a daddy.”

The intensity of your orgasm made you shake, and Malcolm’s quickly followed from your cunt spasming around him. The foreign feeling of his hot seed filling you was intoxicating, and part of you hoped that you wouldn’t get pregnant right away so you could get more of this feeling. Malcolm seemed to like the rawness as well because instead of pulling out, he seemed to be pressing into you as much as he could. 

Even when you both came down from your climaxes, you didn’t want to pull away. But you both knew you had to eventually.

“I don’t wanna go back out there.” You mumbled tiredly into Malcolm’s shoulder. He laughed, seeming to share the sentiment as he rubbed your back.

“Yeah, I don’t know how we’re gonna explain us being gone for so long.”

“Or why I’m suddenly walking with a limp.”

Malcolm laughed again, lifting your head up so he could press a kiss to your lips. His gentleness starkly contrasted how he was a few minutes ago. 

He rubbed your hip, giving you a few more kisses before speaking again. “You really want a kid?”

You nodded, a grin slowly forming. “I wouldn’t mind a bit more practicing though.”

***

Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

[harveywritings92]

Soap: Who wants to make 15 dollars?

Roach & Gaz: How?

Soap: I need someone to take the fall.

Ghost, in the distance sounding shocked: Oh my god.

R/n: What did you do?

Soap: I can't tell you, yes or no, no questions asked.

Roach: Why can't you-

Ghost, now angry & disgusted:  OH. MY. GOD!!

R/n: Make it 20.

Soap: Done..

{They hear a bunch of stuff fall over and splatter.]

Ghost, horrified: OH MEH GAWD!!.

Soap, gripping R/n by the shoulder: You're a good friend,

Soap, dragging R/n out of the room: I got’em, I got’em LT! Don't worry about it.

[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?”

[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

[fbfh]

Francis Wilkerson relationship and intimacy hcs

wc: 900

pairing: francis x reader

warnings: obsession, sex, quickies, getting caught (briefly mentioned), phone sex, baby trapping, francis really wants to be a good boyfriend

a/n: camp nano starts in one week and I'm not ready but I am scared :') /hj

@yesv01 @magcon7280

As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

With that being said strap yourself in because this is going to be a roller coaster 

Francis….

Oh boy oh my god

He’s a handful to begin with

We know he gets obsessed hard and fast

He has the wilkerson gene that can only be described as borderline yandere

Once Francis sets his sights on you

It’s game over

We’ve established how fast he falls for you

How hard and fast

So he’s basically ready to speed run your relationship right off the bat

Which includes lying awake at night and brainstorming the most perfect romantic first time he can possibly think of

He wants to have sex with you so fucking badly

He wants to feel you and touch you

Wants you to feel him and touch him everywhere

Since the thought first appeared in his head it’s completely consumed him

He’s a romantic

He is a pisces after all

He agonizes over how bad he wants to touch you

And it quickly deteriorates to spending all his time thinking about it

He plans it all out 

He gets everything figured out down to the placement of the last rose petal

But when he actually sees you?????

He loses all restraint

Instead of actually acting on his plans

He just tells you about them

He tells you how much he craves you, how he wants to take you somewhere beautiful and make love to you until sunrise 

How he wants to make you feel more pleasure than you’ve ever known 

Within minutes he has you pinned on the kitchen table

His lips and hands are all over you and he’s about to make good on his promise 

Francis is desperate, okay

You need to hose this boy down

Hal actually has before

It barely did anything

Francis will fuck you any time and any place he thinks you can possibly get away with

You’ve gotten caught more times than you can count

Oh god and once he starts????

Once he gets his hands on you

This boy is feral

And his dirty talk?????

It’s the most dizzyingly romantic shit you’ve ever heard

He tells you how you shine brighter than any star in the sky

How you have the sort of beauty that people write sonnets about

That starts wars

He revels in your beauty like a sailor admiring the sea

Francis is going to boost your self esteem so hard

He gives you so much attention you almost don’t know what to do with it

He just loves to admire you 

And he’s determined to be the best boyfriend ever

Whatever you need, he’ll get it for you

He’ll even make his friends help him 

You mention in passing that you ran out of lip gloss or body lotion or something

And minutes later Francis has Richie and Circus helping his scour CVS for the exact product you’re looking for 

Francis gives it to you with a flourish along with some flowers he stole from the neighbor’s garden

You give him a thank you kiss and he immediately pulse you closer to start making out

Which leads to you being pinned against the nearest wall

His kisses are so addictive you really can’t turn up an opportunity to make out with him 

Literally all he wants is you

He lies awake at night thinking about you

Wishing you were there with him

Wishing you could touch him

That he could touch you

That he could just feel you wrap around him, feel your soft lips on his

When he’s away at school expect a lot of very very long phone calls

And a lot of very steamy letters

And whenever you can’t spend the night together there’s a very good chance he’ll call you in the middle of the night begging you to talk to him while he touches himself 

Phone sex with Francis is really something else

His moans and heavy breathing are next level

And he just begs and begs for you to talk to him 

To just keep talking to him

He absolutely 

Like abso-fucking-lutely

10000% gets off to your voice

You don’t even need to say anything dirty to him

Just you talking

Even just you being on the other line is enough to make him cum so hard he sees stars

Francis is really good at begging

Like really really good at begging

So what you do with that information is up to you

But he does love when you make him beg

He loves worshiping you like the divine creature you are

He doesn’t understand how everyone doesn’t see it 

How amazing you truly are

It just makes him feel even more lucky to get to be around you

Much less get to be this intimate and personal with you like you are

And at this point you know each other really fucking intimately 

Oh my god I almost forgot

At some point there’s a very very good chance he’s going to try to baby trap you

More than once, if it’s not successful the first time

And honestly sex with Francis has never been more intense than him fucking you with the intention of getting you pregnant 

God he’s just a big ball of passion

And deep deep obsession 

And chronic painful skirt chasing horniness

And there’s no one better to project that onto than you

[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.”

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Aside from the obvious breeding kink what other kinks do the wilkerson brothers have?

i fr laughed out loud when i read this😭 “aside from the obvious breeding kink” omg💀💀

francis

slight bondage. from military school and working at the ranch, he knows a lot about different knots🤭🤭

i can see francis letting you peg him pffft i have no explanation, just a vibe

slight choking. especially when kissing you. he’ll just have his hand on your neck and will give you a lil squeeze

reese

boob worship pffft reese loves tits

marking. whether it’s hickies or biting or whatever, he loves marking you up

hair pulling. again, don’t have an explanation

dumbification, especially if you’re really smart or considered a genius

edging/orgasm denial. he likes getting you all whiny and desperate

malcolm

dumbification duhhhhhhh

edging/orgasm denial when you’re a brat, overstimulation when he’s jealous

slight degrading, which usually goes hand in hand with the dumbification

there’s probably more pffft