#tom payne x reader

[controversialpooh]

I'm now really looking at these male actors, and they truly are not it. I don't know what it is but I seriously do not find these men attractive. I don't get the hype. I just , personally, think that because they're moderately "attractive" and a part of a popular franchise and/or good at acting, people have convinced themselves that these actors are attractive.

[tulipsforyourlips]

✧˖°. i found you MASTERLIST ✧˖°.

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives || ★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader+charles rowland x edwin payne PARTS: 8/? WARNINGS: angst, slowburn, vivid depictions of gore, blood, violence, mentions of sex

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SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

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AO3

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8

[snailss]

fuck. I knew Jesus/Paul's death was coming up but I still hate it. Poor Aaron.

With the way Aaron reacted to Jesus' death, and the fact they went out of their way to 'train' with each other, you cannot tell me Aaron and Jesus didn't have something going on.

[ficsofabotchedmind]

Prodigal Son Masterlist

Angst-; Fluff-^ Smut-* Comedy-+ MTBA-? Hurt/Comfort-' Agere- Dark-!

Ainsley Whitly Masterlist

1. Family that slays together, stays together !+

Jessica Whitly Masterlist

1. Family that slays together, stays together !+

Malcolm Bright (Whitly) Masterlist

1. Family that slays together, stays together !+

Martin Whitly Masterlist

1. Family that slays together, stays together !+ (Mentioned)

Jessica Capshaw Masterlist

[remussl0vers]

requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY, HANNIBAL

[meikadonnelly]

{introduction}

hii, i'm mimi, i'm 17, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin.

you can find my masterlist here!

i also have an edit account on tiktok. i’m not the best editor by any means but i’m giving it a go 🫶🏻 : @terr0rtw1ns

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

one direction

^louis tomlinson

^niall horan

^harry styles

^liam payne (requests closed for now)

top gun / top gun maverick

^bradley bradshaw | rooster * ^pete mitchell | maverick ^nick bradshaw | goose ^tom kazansky | iceman ^jake seresin | hangman

twisters

^tyler owens

bleed for this

^vinny pazienza

scream franchise

^stu macher

^billy loomis

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands/movies, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.

+i do not write male x male or female x female. this is not because i’m against it in any way. it’s purely because i have no idea how to write it 🤷‍♀️

+i also have preferences on what i do and don’t write. i will not include r&pe. i will not write a fic where the reader is under 18 and the other person is over.

things i will not write:

r&pe kinks

ins£st kinks

extreme pain kinks

p!ss/sh!t kinks

major pain kinks

a fic where the chosen person dies.

a fic where the chosen person purposely assu&lts the reader or anyone.

breeding kink. (this one is only to a certain degree. i do include unsafe sex in my fics and any kinks that include that, however i won’t specifically write that the reader or chosen person is doing it to ‘breed them’).

extreme age gaps (like 18 x 65 etc)

[queenbrightwhitly]

Ok so this is my first time requesting so please be patient with me. Could you please do a teen!reader where they are the youngest child of the Whitly family, and Malcolm is very protective over them because he doesn't want them to be hurt like he has? And when they meet Martin for the first time, Martin is asking personal questions towards the reader and Malcolm just cranks the over protectiveness to 100. Sorry if that didn't make much sense, but thank you for taking the time to read this :)

Haha, I feel like I should be asking you to be patient with me! Anyways I liked this idea and I hope it turned out okay...

Daddy’s Home

“Y/n, stop messing with your food!” Jessica said for the fourth time.

“This is so boring, why can’t we eat?” Slouching in her seat, Y/n moved her fork in between their fingers.

“We are still waiting on Malcolm.” Ainsley pipped in.

Rolling her eyes, she picked up her fork and started eating.

“Y/n!”

“What? It’s not like he’s going to be on time, he never is. I say we start eating now.”

“She’s got a point.” Ainsley shrugged, taking a bite from the plate herself.

Just then all three heard the door open and slam shut, Malcolm walked in the dinning room, quickly taking a seat next to Y/n. “Sorry, I got caught up with a case.” Malcolm loosen his tie.

“Big surprise.” Y/n mumbled under her breathe, making Ainsley crack a smiled from across the table.

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” Jessica smiled at her son. “Let’s eat shall we.”

Everyone started eating, leaving an awkward silence. Nobody seemed to have a topic of conversation.

“So, Y/n. How’s school going?” Malcolm started, not seeming to like the tension in the room.

“Fine.”

“Yeah, Y/n. How is school?” Ainsley dragged out, her voice was teasing.

“Don’t make me come across this table Ainsley, I said it was fine.” Y/n gritted their teeth, already annoyed by what she was trying to do.

Since Y/n never saw Malcolm as much as Ainsley, she knew more about what went on in her daily life. Although, according to Y/n it was more like being nosy then anything else.

This comment had sparked an interest in Malcolm, of course picking up on Y/n defensive behavior. “What’s happening here?” Malcolm asked.

“Nothing.”

“Y/n has a crush.”

Shooting a glare at Ainsley, Y/n tried kicking her knee from across the table. “Stop being nosy.”

“Is this true?”

Y/n turned to Malcolm, instantly recognizing the look on his face. His protective nature was coming out, looking rather annoyed at the lack of response.

“Whatever, even if I did. It’s not yours or Ainsley’s business.” Y/n shrugged, taking another bite of food, hoping someone would change the topic.

“Y/n, you know I could just find out, Dani is really good at-“

“Absolutely not, don’t even try to go there! You keep to your life and I’ll keep to mine.” Y/n got up from her chair, grabbing her plate she walked up to her room.

“Well, that wasn’t so surprising.” Jessica casually stated, taking another sip of her wine.

“Did you know?” Malcolm turned to his mother now.

“Of course I knew Malcolm.” Jessica proceeded to drink her wine. “It probably wasn’t a good idea to say your police friends would get involved though.”

Malcolm sighed. “They don’t tell me anything, I barely get to see them, and when I do it’s always one sided.”

“Malcolm, have you ever thought that maybe you being gone all the time is the reason you don’t get told anything in the first place?” Ainsley pipped in.

Malcolm leaned back, taking a bigger sip of his wine. “I’m not gone that much.”

Just then Malcolms phone started ringing. Gil. “I gotta go.” Getting up from his chair, he proceeded to make his way to the front door. His hand was on the handle when-

“I wanna meet dad.”

Malcolm stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“What- Why would you wanna meet Dr Whitly? Where is this coming from?”

Y/n shrugged. “You see dad all the time, Ainsley herself did a whole interview with him! But anytime I even try suggesting to mom about seeing him, she freaks out. I wanna meet him.”

Malcolm shook his head. “No, absolutely not, that is a horrible idea. You don’t need to meet him.”

“Look. I get it. You wanna be all protective older brother. But you fail to realize that I’m asking you to meet dad, I could’ve just waited and gone myself. Instead I’m asking you so you can come with me.” Y/n leaned against the wall, messing with the hem of their shirt. “I love you enough to tell you I wanna see him, but when the day comes and I’m aloud to see him myself, I will go alone.

Malcolm sighed, walking over he pulled her in for a hug. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. You got out lucky being so young when everything happened. I would hate to see that crumble.”

“You can’t protect me from him my whole life. I gotta face him at some point. Besides you’ve already done so much, even the whole change the last name.” Y/n teased.

“Alright fine. But you can’t tell mom. She would not only kill me but might lock you in your room forever.” Malcolm said.

“You got yourself a deal Bright!” Y/n took out their hand.

Malcolm smiled. “And a deal yourself, Bright.” Shaking on it, Malcolm left to go meet up with Gil.

A few hours later, Malcolm texted Y/n saying he was outside. When the car pulled up, Malcolm started his rules on things to say and things not to say. Meeting Mr. David was a treat, he was super nice and welcoming. However Malcolm kept going on and on, until they finally got to the front door of the room.

“Malcolm. It’s okay, I get it.” He nodded, but he couldn’t stop his hand from tremoring.

Taking a hold of his hand, Y/n smiled reassuring at Malcolm. “Don’t worry, you’ll be there. You always got my back.”

Taking a breath Malcolm nodded to Mr. David. Giving him the okay to open the door, they both walked in, hearing the loud clank of it shutting behind them.

Martin was looking though a couple of his medical books. He didn’t look up, but he knew they were there.

“Malcolm my boy! You know how I love unexpected visits! I saw the news, quite an interesting turn of events on the case. Please tell me how I can assist.” Martin swivel in his chair. When he turned around he stopped when he realized there were two individuals.

“Why hello there, who’s this?”

Y/n tried not to let that comment get to them. It would only make sense that Martin wouldn’t know who they were. The last time Martin saw them was when he got arrested, and that was years ago.

“This is-“

“I’m Y/n Whitly!” Jumping in before Malcolm could respond.

Martin looked shock, his eyes looking up and down until he settled on Malcolm. “This is little Y/n? My baby?” Martin asked.

Malcolm sighed. “Yes, this is Y/n. Y/n Bright. Not Whitly.”

Y/n rolled their eyes. “Hi, uh, sorry. It’s just- well I’ve never really thought of what I was going to say, I just thought I could make it up as I got here.”

“Oh my sweet child! You have no idea how happy I am to see you!” Martin walked closer to the line.

Malcolm still was holding Y/n hand, which then began to tighten. Instead of moving closer to Malcolm, Y/n walked closer to Martin, standing in front of Malcolm now.

“Really? I mean- it’s been so long, I just thought maybe you forgot about me?” Y/n shrugged.

“Oh, no!” Martin protest. “My sweet child, I never forgot about you! I’ve always kept you in my mind with your brother and sister, it’s just so overwhelming to see you all grown up. I’ve really missed a lot haven’t I?” Before Y/n could say anything he continued.

“I mean, there’s so much to catch up on! How’s school going? Do you have any interest? Oh! Let’s start off easy. What’s your favorite color? Favorite food? How about a boyfriend or girlfriend-“

“Enough!” Malcolm cut in. He pulled Y/n back by her hand to try and put distance between them and Martin. “This is their visit, they can take all the time in the world to catch up.”

“Malcolm-“ Y/n hissed.

“No, your brother is right. I’m sorry.” Martin smiled brightly. “Go ahead, you go first. What would you like to know? Or perhaps tell me?”

Y/n stood there for a moment, knowing there was so much to ask but not enough time for the whole day. They could start with a favorite color, or food, but that was just meaningless things. Instead wanting to ask something a bit more meaningful.

Looking back to Martin who was waiting patiently for something to be said. “Was there ever a moment when you thought you could stop?”

Both Martin and Malcolm taken back by this, but they continued anyway. “Like- did you ever think that you would get caught one day, end up in here, miss out on everything, and never see your family again.”

Martin sighed. “I’ve thought it once or twice, but I never thought I would get caught, or rather... ratted out.” He started to walk around his side of the room, his chains dragging. “I’m so sorry I missed out on your life Y/n, but who’s to say I can’t catch up now!”

“But you wouldn’t have stopped, would you... I mean Malcolm knew what you were doing, and you were going to kill Gil that night anyway.” Y/n stated.

“Maybe, but Y/n you have to realize, it wasn’t my plan to come here, your brother-“

“Did an amazing job.” Y/n cut him off. “My brother did everything that should’ve been your job, and he did it great.”

Martin looked a bit nervous now, fidgeting with his handcuffs. “Y/n, my sweet-“

“I’m not your child.” Y/n stated. “And, biologically speaking you are my father, but Malcolm is my dad, my brother, my best friend. He made sure I was okay... even when I ignore him.” Looking to Malcolm, Y/n smiled  apologetically. “I thought coming here to meet you would help fill this hole of not having a father, maybe see if there was a chance that we could have had something. I see now that I was wrong, and if you would have never got caught, I would most definitely been worse off.”

“I know you are going though a lot of mixed feelings right now, but I assure you, I could be there for you. Give me a call, come by and visit, and you’ll see there is still a chance for us! We can still make this work Y/n. I can still be your father!” Martin encouraged.

“Maybe, but you’ll never live up to what Malcolms already given me.” Turning around towards the door, Y/n tugged Malcolm gently with her. “It was really nice to meet you Dr. Whitly. Maybe one day, we can form some type of relationship. Perhaps I’ll be proud enough to call myself a Whitly again, but for now, I think Bright suits me better.”

Walking towards the door, Mr. David opened it, moving to let them both pass.

“Don’t you worry Y/n! You’ll be proud to call me dad one day! I promise! Can’t wait until next time! Call me anytime! I’m always here for you!” Martin shouted from behind. Y/n didn’t say anything until they heard the metal door close.

Taking a breathe, Y/n leaned against the hallway wall. Their hands on the knees, thinking over what just happened. Malcolm squatted down in front of Y/n, taking their hands in his, he started to move circles with his thumbs.

“Are you okay?” Malcolm asked.

Nodding, Y/n looked up to him smiling. “Thanks for letting me come. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t missing out on much.”

Even though it was supposed to be sarcastic, there was still truth to what Y/n said. Malcolm leaned forward, kissing the top of their head. He pulled back and stood up straight, taking their hand in his. “Come on, let’s get home.”

Walking toward the exit Malcolm wrapped his arm around Y/n shoulder. “Did you really mean what you said? About me being like your dad? Also me doing amazing? Because sometimes I feel like I’m failing.”

“I know I give you a hard time, but I’m really glad to have you as my brother. I wouldn’t trade you for anything. You made sure I was always okay, sometimes too much, but I knew the love was always there. Thank you Bright.” Y/n smirked.

Smiling, Malcolm ruffled their hair. “Anytime Bright.”

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

Sleep Is For The Weak-- Malcolm Bright x Reader

Prompts; “If you’re staring at me like that, I can only assume I did something unintentionally embarrassing.” // “Why do I watch scary things late at night? I’ve doomed myself doing this.” (from the lovely @witterprompts)

Warnings; tiniest bit of swearing, but that’s about it

Word Count; 1.6k

    Malcolm sat on his couch with a warm mug of tea in his hands. His eyes quickly bounced back and forth between the papers and pictures scattered across his coffee table. The recent case had been confusing. Many twists and turns made it difficult for him to pin an exact identification on the murderer, unlike what he had done with many in the past. This criminal, however, didn’t match any of his usual profiles. Each murder was different. There were no connections. It was driving him insane. 

    The detective practically leapt at his phone when it buzzed, desperately hoping it was a member of the team informing him with a new piece of the increasingly difficult puzzle they were all trying to solve. His brows furrowed when he read your name on the screen.

(Y/N) 3:15AM: sup bitch

     Malcolm rolled his eyes and tossed his phone back to the opposite end of the couch. He was rereading the case file for the millionth time when his phone buzzed again. 

(Y/N) 3:18AM: I know you’re awake, and it’s rude to ignore people ya know

     He sighed, turning his phone on silent. Malcolm pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to clear his mind. You had known Malcolm since childhood, and you were with him through thick and thin. But he had guidelines on personal relationships, not allowing himself to get close to anyone. You understood. The man had been through hell and back, and you usually gave him the space he needed. You were used to not hearing from him for weeks on end, especially when he was working on a case. Tonight, though? That’s a different story. 

    Malcolm tensed when he heard another tink! come from the opposite end of his apartment. The noise had relentlessly interrupted his train of thought for the past ten minutes, and he was growing tired of it. He pushed himself away from the couch, carefully listening for the source of the sound. Malcolm frowned as he crept his way into his bedroom. The sound was caused by something repetitively hitting the large window. His brows knitted together. 

     Were those... coins? He stepped closer to the glass, peering down to the sidewalk below. Your face lit up when you realized that your plan had worked. Waving your arms around, you could practically feel the daggers Malcolm was glaring at you with. He disappeared from the window, and you scurried over to the door. 

    You wasted no time when he snatched the door open, bounding up the stairs and into his apartment. “Are you out of your mind? How long have you been standing out there?” Malcolm called after you. After trudging up the stairs and making sure the door was locked, he found you already rummaging through his pantry. You froze like a deer in headlights and flashed him a sheepish smile. “Bottom cabinet to the left of the stove,” he answered your unspoken question.

     “Ah! So, you did some reorganizing?” you teased. Pulling open the cabinet, you couldn’t help the warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart when you realized that he had dedicated a little place for all of the snacks you had left with him. You grabbed the box of hot chocolate mix and set to work. “To answer your questions... Yes, and I think about thirty minutes? Don’t know, my phone died after about fifteen minutes of trying to get you to answer. Then I just stood there for a while. I think people assumed I was homeless or something because they started giving me loose change, which I used to get your attention.” Malcolm raised a brow. He was obviously biting back a wise-ass comment. “Go ahead, let me have it,” you sighed. A light laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head. Malcolm crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter.

     “No, it’s nothing... I was just going to point out that it’s a likely assumption, considering you’re in your pajamas and look like you were attacked by a flock of pigeons-- again-- though, without the feathers.” You gasped, punching his shoulder.

     “Those things are little demons, and you know it!” His head tilted back with laughter, and your annoyance disappeared at the sight. Malcom caught your gaze. You quickly looked away, returning your attention to the hot chocolate. He hummed, and a playful grin crossed his features.

     “If you’re staring at me like that, I can only assume I did something unintentionally embarrassing.” You scoffed. Pushing a mug of hot chocolate into his hands, you took a sip of your own.

     “No, it’s just...” You paused, shaking your head. “It makes me happy when you’re happy.” Awkward tension filled the room as you avoided his gaze. Malcolm bit the inside of his cheek, unsure of how to respond. He sucked in a breath and took a few steps toward the living room, motioning you to follow.

     “So, tell me, what are you doing out this late?” Your shoulders relaxed at the subject change. You plopped on the couch, snickering as he shot you a warning glare. You knew very well how expensive everything in his apartment was, and you would never do anything to mess something up... but you liked to tread along the thin ice just to elicit a reaction out of him. ‘I really should be more careful. I don’t think he’s noticed the wine stain on the corner of his Neiman Marcus blanket. I mean, it’s not that bad. Just a small little splotch..” You blinked rapidly, dismissing the thoughts. Malcolm raised a brow but didn’t mention it. You took another sip of your hot chocolate.

     “I had a Freddy Krueger marathon. Watched all eight movies. I mean, why do I watch scary things late at night? I’ve doomed myself doing this,” you groaned, rubbing your face. “Won’t be able to sleep for a week.” Malcolm snorted.

     “If I remember correctly, you always claimed that ‘sleep is for the weak.’”

     “And I am very, very weak,” you muttered, loudly sipping your drink to aggravate Malcolm. He rolled his eyes at your antics. You asked how the case was coming along, occasionally nodding as Malcolm ranted about it. You scooted toward the edge of the couch and peered at the photographs. You grimaced at the gore before knitting your brows together. You were beyond confused. They seemed... oddly familiar. A few moments passed before you started laughing. You gave Malcolm an incredulous look. “Ok, seriously, how did you know?” It was his turn to look confused. You rolled your eyes. “How did you know that I had watched Nightmare on Elm Street before I came over here?” When he didn’t reply, you leaned back into the couch with a groan. “Come on, Malcolm! I caught your prank. Admit it already. These pictures aren’t from your case, they’re from the movie.” Malcolm’s face paled as a dozen emotions flashed across his features. He grabbed your wrist, urgency running rampant in his wide eyes. 

     “Tell me what you mean. Now.” Your jaw slacked, but you quickly nodded and set your hot chocolate aside. The playful atmosphere quickly gave way to dread. You had him arrange them in order of who had been killed first. Your stomach sank as he rearranged them, not wanting your silly theory to turn into reality. When he gave you a nod, you cleared your throat and pointed at each one as you spoke.

     “Everyone highly resembles the characters from the movie. She looks Tina, who was killed by Freddy slashing her with his knife-glove-thing. He looks like Rod, who was hung by Freddy. He looks like Glen. Glen got killed because Freddy flung him up in a fountain of blood? I don’t know. It was weird.” You paused, brows knitting together. You had Malcolm unlock his phone since yours was dead, and you began Googling a picture. “This was the last victim of the movie, Marge Thompson. She got smothered after Freddy was set on fire.” Malcolm snatched his phone from you, jumping to his feet. He paced through the living room. Everything was falling into place, and he was finally able to set a profile. He suddenly stopped pacing and laughed. It wasn’t out of humor, but out of victory. Malcolm looked to you with a bright smile, pulling you up from the couch.

     “You’re a genius!” He pulled you into a hug, and you couldn’t help the laugh that was bubbling in your chest. You were about to make a quip about him saying you were out of your mind earlier that night but got interrupted before you had the chance. Malcolm had broken the embrace, only to press his lips to yours. You hardly registered it was happening before you melted into his touch. He pulled away and held his breath, eyes searching your face. You smiled and cupped his cheek.

     “As much as I’d love for this moment to last longer, I think you should probably call Gil before somebody gets fired-- literally.” Malcolm’s eyes widened as he nodded. He grabbed his phone on his way towards the door. He paused, standing in the doorway. 

     “Will you be here when I get back?” A smirk quirked the corner of your lips.

     “Where else am I gonna go? My phone’s dead, so I can’t exactly call an Uber.” Malcolm snorted, shaking his head. He glanced at you from over his shoulder. Your gaze softened. You had known Malcolm long enough to read his expressions. He wasn’t just nervous about getting rejected. He was afraid that he might be loosing your friendship because of your actions, and he had already lost enough in his lifetime. “I’ll be here.” You caught Malcolm’s face brightening before he disappeared down the stairs. 

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Sleepover (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

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The first time you ever slept over at Malcolm’s was after a long case, it was late and his house was closest to the police station.

You were rather surprised to see he had restraints on either side of the bed. Either this man was kinky as hell, or he was into some fucked up shit.

Turns out, it was neither.

You’d only known Malcolm for a short time, and he wasn’t exactly the best at sharing his feelings. So, when he noticed your hesitation, he quickly tried to explain.

“I have night terrors,” he spoke, a little weary, “if I don’t strap myself down I could hurt myself or someone else.”

Malcolm waited for you to laugh, or run out the door screaming, but you didn’t, you just shrugged.

“Everybody has their own issues,” you said, smiling, “Guess this means were not sharing the bed?”

Malcolm smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “You’re still welcome to stay, the couch is…okay,” he told you.

“I’ll stay, it’s too late to walk home anyway,” you said, pulling off your coat and laying it on the back of the couch.

You sat as Malcolm hurried to the other room, grabbing some extra sheets, a blanket, and a pillow. He helped you make up a little bed and also handed you a t-shirt and sweatpants.

Taking the clothes from him you smiled, “Bathroom?” you asked.

Malcolm pointed you in the right direction and you headed inside to change.

When you came back out, your work clothes slung over your arm, you saw Malcolm changed as well, sitting on the edge of the bed, slipping one of the restraints on his left wrist, tightening it.

You watched curiously, “Do they hurt?” you asked, Malcolm looked up, smiling softly.

“Not really, I’ve gotten used to them, I’ve usually got marks after a particularly rough night though,” he explained.

“Need any help?” you asked, motioning to the other cuff.

Malcolm chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ve got it, don’t worry, get some sleep,” he said, motioning to the couch.

You nodded, “Night Malcolm,” you told him.

“Night,” he said, switching off his bedside table lamp when you finally climbed onto the couch.

You settled in, it was a bit awkward, both of you listening to each other’s falling asleep noises. Malcolm waited till he heard your breathing slow as you snored softly to even try and get comfortable.

He didn’t really want you to have to witness him thrashing around in his bed, and hopefully he wouldn’t be screaming in his sleep tonight, if he did sleep at all.

It was only about an hour after you’d fallen asleep that you were woken up by a loud thump. You shot up on the couch, hand instinctively going for your side where your gun sat during your job.

After realizing you were still in Malcolm’s apartment, you quickly looked towards the bedroom, realizing the thumping was Malcolm, in the light shining in from the large window you could see him thrashing around, pulling hard against the restraints chained to the wall.

Getting up from the couch you hurried over to the bed, Malcolm was drenched in sweat, his face contorted in pain. He was also wearing a mouth guard, probably so he didn’t break his teeth from clenching his jaw.

You had no idea what to do in this situation, you couldn’t just sit and watch him suffer, there had to be a way to help.

People had nightmares all the time, when your little sibling used to have them you’d wake them up and comfort them as best you could, hugging them and reassuring them it’d be okay. So that’s what you did.

You carefully began shaking him, not really knowing how effective it would be considering he was already thrashing around.

“Malcolm,” you began, your voice gentle but hopefully loud enough to wake him, “Malcolm wake up, come on, it’s just a dream.”

Continuing to shake him, you ran a hand through his sweaty hair, even slapping his cheek a bit, you nearly screamed when he finally shot up in bed, breathing hard.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you said, composing yourself quickly as you wrapped your arms around him, drawing him close to you, he was still pulling against the restraints.

Carefully, you undid them and once you did his own arms snaked around you and he spit on his mouth guard before resting his chin on your shoulder.

His breathing was still uneven, and he gripped you tightly, like a scared child holding their teddy bear.

You began rubbing his back, “It was just a dream, you’re okay now, everything’s fine,” you told him, continuing to whisper reassurances as he calmed down, his breathing returning to normal and his grip on you loosening.

“I’m sorry,” he finally managed to croak out.

Shaking your head, you continued to hold him, “It’s not your fault, like I said, everyone has issues.”

Malcolm sighed, pulling away from you as climbed off the bed, heading towards the kitchen. You followed, watching as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and take a few sips, his left hand was shaking, a tremor you’d noticed a few times.

It was silent for a few moments before you spoke up again, “Okay?” you asked him. Malcolm set down the water, nodding, but gripped the counter top tightly.

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” he told you.

“We don’t have to go back to bed,” you offered, “we can watch TV.”

Malcolm smiled a bit, “I’d like that,” he said.

You both headed to the living room, sitting down on the couch, Malcolm grabbed the remote, switching on the TV to a random movie, one of the twenty Star Wars films, maybe the newest one, you weren’t completely sure.

Both of you sat stiffly for a while before Malcolm suddenly reached out, taking your hand, running a thumb softly over your knuckles.

It was relaxing to the both of you, he was reassuring himself this was real, and he wasn’t still dreaming, and it was nice for you to know that you were a comforting presence.

Around six in the morning Malcolm drifted off again, he’d moved so that his head was in your lap, and as you ran your fingers through his hair, he’d managed to fall asleep.

You tried your best to stay up though, just in case he had another night terror, your adrenaline was still pumping from the first time anyway.

Malcolm managed to sleep until ten, four full hours without any disruption.

When he woke up he found your hand resting in his hair, your head propped up on your other hand as you slept.

He was shocked, he’d barely slept even two hours in one night in months. But he’d slept four, no restraints, no night terrors, nothing.

Maybe the thing he’d needed all along was someone there, someone like you to reassure him he wasn’t alone and that it was okay to be scared.

After that you slept over at his loft quite often, and when you two became something more than friends, you slept in the bed beside him, he still had night terrors, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle, and as he began sleeping through the night more often, his mental state got better as well.

Even Jessica thought it was amazing, she called you his angel.

Malcolm never thought he’d have someone to help, to love him for him, he should’ve had you sleepover way sooner.

A/N: Hey everyone, I’ve been wanting to write some Prodigal Son fic for a while and I’ve finally got around to it! I hope you like it and I’m currently taking requests, but for my own mental health, I’m only taking the first ten I get, so if you have an idea, especially for Prodigal Son, please send it in! Love you all, and thanks to anyone whose stuck around even after I stopped posting regularly. ~ Sara :)

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Hi :) Could I request a Paul Rovia x Female Reader fic please ? Like either Paul or reader is having a panic attack / feeling depressed and their best friend comforts them in the sweetiest way possible. 🥺 With hugs, hair stroking, sweet words etc... Thank you ! 😊

You're Safe

Pairing: Paul 'Jesus' Rovia x Fem!Reader

Summary: Whilst out on a supply run with Jesus, you get attacked by walkers and you're thrown into a panic.

Warnings: Panic attack.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! This is my first time writing for him so I hope it's okay and I hope you like it!

You couldn't move as you stared at the corpse that was currently staggering towards you. You were clutching your knife tightly in your hands but you just couldn't move.

You'd never been good with walkers, ever since you watched them tear your parents apart in front of you. And it didn't help that this was only your second proper encounter with one.

You thought you'd be okay. When you agreed to go on a supply run with Jesus, you were confident that this time you'd be better. You'd be brave. But here you were, staring at a walker with wide eyes whilst you stood frozen with fear.

You flinched when a blade suddenly broke through the walkers forehead, sending blood spattering on your face. And when the corpse dropped to the ground with a sickening crack, you were suddenly thrown into a panic.

You backed away, pathetically collapsing to your knees and you felt like you couldn't breathe. You felt like you were dying. Tears started to escape your eyes as you remained cowering on the floor.

And you were so consumed with panic that you barely even registered Jesus' hands coming to grip onto your shoulders.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked quietly. "Look at me."

"I'm sorry...I...I thought-" You still couldn't breathe as you looked up at him. "I feel...I feel like...I-"

"I think you're having a panic attack, so you've just gotta try and take deep breaths okay?"

You nodded, your eyes still stinging with tears as you tried to do as he said.

"You're okay, you're safe." He assured you, his grip still tight on your shoulders as he spoke to you. "You're safe."

You kept your focus on him as you tried to control your breathing, and when you finally managed to calm down, you couldn't help the sob that wracked through you. You felt broken.

"Hey, it's okay." Jesus said softly, bringing a hand up to rest against your cheek.

"I'm sorry." You choked out, shaking your head at him.

He just gave you a sympathetic smile before pulling you into a hug, gently stroking his hand through your hair. "Don't be sorry, okay? There's nothing to be sorry about."

"I thought I'd be fine. I thought I could do it."

"It's fine, it doesn't matter." He said, pulling back to look at you. "The fact that you're out here is enough. Are you okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, thank you."

"No problem." He smiled before pulling you back into a hug. "Just...don't force yourself to do things if you aren't comfortable, okay?"

"Okay."

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My Forgotten Best Friend

Prologue

Pairing: best friend!Louis Tomlinson x reader

Warnings some curse words, yeah that's it :) (and please do inform if you find any)

Summary: Y/n's crazy love for art dragged her to the tattoo parlor in hopes of getting a tattoo, but instead of getting a tattoo, she got reunited with her old best friend Louis Tomlinson. A friend who disappeared one day and never came back. All the memories and feelings that she had kept locked up behind the doors came crashing down on her when she saw his face. She felt like time has stopped and the world is laughing at her for still feeling this way after 6 years and for who? The person who left her when she needed him the most and never even tried to contact her again, leaving her heartbroken and confused with so many questions. She almost fainted with all these overwhelming emotions yet she didn't, her pride would never let her live if she showed how weak she really is right now. 

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My breath got caught in my throat and my eyes widened at the view in front of me, the lights were as red as they could get and the pool looked like the owners decided to fill the pool with blood instead of water. The crowd appears as vampires and the rest of them are looking like zombies; had me tricked into believing for a second that they're actual vampires, and zombies, not humans dressed like them now I feel like an idiot for showing up here with my stupid pizza costume. And I can already feel the 'what the fuck is she doing in that thing' stares, and I can see Tina's eyes on me while she whispers something to her minions and they start laughing, I roll my eyes then look somewhere else.

'I knew it! Dressing up as a pizza wasn't a good idea'

'Why didn't Anna tell me, Tina and her gang were going to be here too'

I scan the crowd to find those three idiotic faces who had promised me they'll be my side the whole night but I should have known better than to trust them, sighing in annoyance I head back to the large-ass sliding glass doors where I came from and re-enter the kitchen, where half of Miami's population is located right now. I make my way to the living room through sweaty people who are smelling like zombies. With one hand in my pocket clutching my phone as if my life is dependent on it, and the other one up in the air as I push past half intoxicated school and college students. I'm halfway through exiting the place when my phone vibrates in my pocket (hand) signaling me that someone is calling me. I stop in the middle of the living room and pull out my phone to see who the fuck is calling when I'm stuck in the middle of shit-faced horny teens, it's Anna. I answered it right away.

"Oh now you call me when I was half-"

"Oh my God! Y/n where are you? I heard some chick showed up dressed as a fucking pizza!" Anna says in a teasing tone and in the background I can hear a soft giggle of what I can tell is Meredith's, and I immediately know right away what's happening.

She – that fatuous little shit just played me. Woah that sounded a little wrong… what I mean is she pranked me, and I'm sure it's revenge for what I did to her last month when we were on the school trip. Okay… I admit it I may or may not have convinced her that we all were going hunting at night for any forest monster, or perhaps a ghost... and she might not have believed me and gone out of her way – with the company of insufferable fear of the dark – in the abnormally dark night in a forest, which is probably filled with dangerous creatures who are ready to have Anna as their appetizer. And then when she arrived at the spot I told her to be at ( where Meredith, Liam, and I have been waiting for her to arrive so we can scare the living shit out of her ) and frightened her by making weird monster-y noises, which resulted in her disappearing deeper into the woods and getting lost in it. Man, let me tell you it was a hell of a night, finding her in the woods at night was like finding a needle in a haystack.  But by God's blessing, we found her curled up by an old oak tree crying silently, and her appearance clearly showing she had a hell of a night too. Probably worse than us because she's the victim here, we had almost given up and were planning on telling Mr. Clinton about the disappearance of Anna, and the little stunt we pulled. But luckily we found her so it was fine, and then Anna decided to throw a fit right when we entered the campus, And unfortunately Mr. Clinton found out about everything anyway. 

Afterwards, four— three of us got into some real trouble for pulling that stunt, and we got a suspension for two weeks– which if you ask me was a little unnecessary on my part. But you know how this works so we didn't protest.

Moving on… I feel like a complete fool for believing Anna's words, and even more of a fool to let her convince me to put on this, this horrendous pizza costume on my body!  I should have known that this was a bloody joke and not an actual group decision. I look around to spot the curly mop of head, and find her right over top of the staircase with Liam, Meredith. All three of them laughing at me. I look at their costumes, three of them are dressed as vampires with fake teeth, and long red capes on top of black blazers on top white shirts that are filled with fake blood stains. Anna's and Meredith's hair are pulled into high ponytails and Liam's styled back with gel. Three of them are looking pretty good, hell even amazing compared to me. 

"Nice play, nice play, Ann," I say as I wave my hand to them," but now this is just a call for prank war Anna." I said. 

Y/n… well, is embarrassed, showing up at the school's biggest party dressed in a pizza costume wasn't something she had thought she would do. Williams parties are known to be the biggest parties in the town, and when she was invited to this party she was all over the moon and when she got to know that it was going to be a fancy dress party her mind almost crashed with millions of ideas, was also planning on doing something special for Anna at the party as an apology, but it seems she had already decided what she wanted to do with Y/n. Y/n usually don't like going to parties and all that but she wanted to attend this one pretty badly, for some reason.

Y/n and Anna met when they were in fourth grade. It was a lunch break and all the kids were lined up against the food counter with plates in their tiny hands, Y/n and Anna were late for some reason and that caused two of them to be the last ones in the line. By the time they got to the food court all the muffins were taken and only one was left, and it didn't help in slightest with two of them having bossy personalities, and being the only child's in the their families it was positive none of them were going to give up the last muffin; which didn't even looked that appetizing. It was their stubbornness that caused the scene at the canteen, because none of them were willing to give up the damn muffin. In the midst of a verbal fight between nine years olds who didn't want to share a muffin, which resulted in a fat kid named Josh, sneaking past them and swallowing down the sweet delight in front of them. After watching some other kid swallow down the treat that they were fighting for twenty minutes, and that kid had the audacity of eating that muffin right in front of their eyes, they both teamed up and roasted that kid's ass off.  Soon they both became best buds, and were always together almost every second of the day. Their friendship remained strong till high school, as they grew older their looks, and personalities have changed a lot, especially Y/n's. 

Y/n was a social butterfly always giggly and bubbly, always in the hunt of new friends and trying to make conversations with strangers as much as she can and always wanting to know everything and anything. Her preference alone was enough to ease any tension in the room. Those big dove brown eyes filled with so much life and dreams, as bright as stars always glowing with happiness and gratefulness. She was a happy kid. But as she grew older her eyes got duller and duller as days went by, dreams were replaced by hatred for the world. Her giggly and bubbly personality turned into an apathetic personality. Got more introverted, and a loner. Sure she had Anna, but she was in her own world. Anna remained as she used to be, full of life and bossy. As beautiful as she was, if not even more. Their friendship was—is on the edge of breaking down, both of them got so much into their own world they didn't notice that their friendship is tumbling and is on the verge of falling down. Miscommunication and half-hearted conversations had made it even worse. And the only reason she and Anna are still friends is, well, their parents. They don't want them to give up on their beautiful friendship. Y/n knows there's nothing to keep and ever since Meredith has entered in their lives things have gotten pretty bad, if not worse. She had this off vibes about her that Y/n put a name on it. Liam was… well, Liam was just Liam. He was and still is a nice dude, Y/n likes his preference. He's got this chill personality that Y/n likes, he only talks if it's necessary which is plus. He's a nice and sweet person, but the poor guy stresses a lot over tests and everything, he really does take education seriously. Always on the pins and needles around finals. 

Y/n have to be someone she's not when Meredith's around, because Anna wanted her to. Meredith is actually a cheerleader, and probably the most popular in the school. That's why Anna wanted to be on her good side because Anna wanted to get more popular, if you ask Y/n she'll probably tell you this is all bullshit. Why do you want fake-ass people up to your ass 24/7? They are only being nice to you because they want something in return, they're nothing but selfish little shits. Who'll turn their back against you once they get what they wanted from you. She gets it. It's all about the attention and the praises they give, but they're not even being genuine! 

Y/n ends the call with annoyed huff then heads towards the staircase, half paying attention where she's going because she's too focused on getting revenge on Anna, or even more on thinking about how she can escape from this party. Y/n knows the only reason she's here is because Anna wanted to mess with her, and Meredith, well, is always finding ways to get on her nerves. Y/n doesn't know what's the matter with her because Y/n has never given Meredith any reasons to hate her, and Y/n swears, if they were in some kind of rom-com movie, or novel they'll be having their happily ever after ending by now. One of those enemies to lovers ending, where both of them just hate each other for no reason, and are always bickering about anything and anything, but secretly are in love with one another. 

Soon after the whole ten minutes, Y/n was with those three idiots who were waiting for her patiently holding back their laughter, and as soon as she was there they burst out into hysterical laughter. 

"Haha! Very funny." Y/n huffs out and rolls her eyes at them, which only resulted in them laughing even harder. Y/n swears if they weren't her friends they'll be dead by now, or maybe in hospital. God, they can be real asses if they want to be, and even Liam's an ass sometimes, like right now! 

"Oh c'mon Y/n, it is funny!" Anna says in between laughter, and that's it Y/n runs off with anger radiating off of her. Bumps into hundreds of different bodies, who only glares at her but does nothing, which provokes her to roll her eyes even more. Y/n now regrets it for showing up here and scolds herself for even ever wanting to come to this party! This is just stupid! Fucking waste of time and money, it's nothing like she had imagined it would be! The only reason people are showing up here is free drinks. 

Not paying attention to where she's going, she bumps into someone, and more likely crashes into the poor guy, knocking both of them on the floor. Groaning in annoyance and embarrassment Y/n tries to get up with the help of her hands but it only provokes an even louder groan from the poor guy beneath her, and she realizes she's putting her weight onto the person even more somehow, in panic Y/n removes her hands from the guy and falls back into him. 

"Fuckin' hell! Watch where ya goin' you idiot!"  An angry voice roars into her ears as the guys shoves her off of him, rather more aggressively than it's necessary, but she pays no mind to it because it's her fault anyway, and gets up quietly before mumbling an apology, but it probably goes unnoticed because the guy is too busy in cursing at her. She offers a hand to him but he only glares at her as he stands up, but as soon as his eyes set on her attire and gives an all over look at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his lips parts and his expression turns into 'what the fuck' expression. 

"What in the bloody hell are you wearing?" Confusion clearly showing in his voice as he speaks." What kind of demonic demon are you possessed by? And why in the hell anyone would dressed as a fucking pizza if they're not possessed and I know they're delicious and I love 'em but not enough that I would roam around as one! Jesus! I can't keep up with this stupid, stupid americans, do you need help? I know someone who would help you and m'Louis by the way. And just so y'know it's a pretty shite quality costume that you are wearing." Louis rants as he looks at her with what looked like worry in his eyes, and Y/n just stares at him like he's a ghost or something. 

"Y'alright, love?" He asks as starts to pull out his phone from his pocket, and Y/n assumes he might be about to call his "friend" to help her, but for what? 

She was day-dreaming when she realized he has an accent, and not just any accent, a British accent. She thinks it's hot, it makes her weak in her knees, and she blames Tom Hiddleston for it. That, that handsome, glamorous, stunning, glorious, gentleman! She swears he's sent from heaven by God himself as an apology for creating man. And she's sure as hell would do anything for that man, even if it means she might have to hospitalize someone or even kill, she would do it without second thoughts, and hell! She would even eat broccoli if he said so! That's how much power he has over her, and that's a different thing that he doesn't even know she exists, but she likes to believe he does so let's keep it that way… okay? God he's so fucking handsome and polite and cute and soft and he's so beautiful! He's the kindest, gentlest, sweetest, nicest person EVER to exist! God his beautiful blue eyes she can drown in them. She can talk about him  all day non-stop, and God she would be a gold medalist if thinking about him was a sport. She's just head over heels for him, okay! She's not even embarrassed about it, like, it's Tom Fucking Hiddleston for God's sake!  

"Oh my Lord she's actually possessed!" A worried voice startles her and brings her back from her beautiful day dream. She looks at the person who she had bumped into not even ten minutes ago is now staring at her with worried eyes, it almost makes her sad and guilty but then she remembers he has roasted her ass off not even five minutes ago! Anger bubbles up in her body as she smacks him right across the face. And before he can even react to what had just happened she shouts at him at the top of her lungs. 

"I'm NOT POSSESSED FOR GOD'S SAKE! AND LEAVE ME ALONE IT WAS NOT MY IDEA TO DRESS IN THIS STUPID COSTUME, OKAY?" She says—shouts at his face and when she realizes what she has done her face becomes pale with horror, she never has shouted at anyone before. It almost makes her stomach sick and a guilty expression spreads over her face, and just as she is about to apologize she hears a very high pitched laugh. As she looks over at this Louis guy ( she's not sure if that's even his name )  he has introduced himself as and finds him laughing like an idiot. As if she said some funniest shit ever. 

"I uh you—are you okay, Louis? Am I right?" She asks him as politely as she can. It takes him a moment to register what she had said to him, and when he does he nods in response. Now she's wondering about calling that friend of his to collect his friend, God what's so funny?

"What is it that you are laughing at? I didn't even say something remotely close to funny and here you are laughing, like I'm some kind of comedian who has cracked the best joke of her life!" Y/n says as she scans his face as if his face is going to answer all of her questions. She feels dumbfounded at the situation she had gotten herself into, with a complete stranger who could potentially be a serial killer, and is now laughing because he just found his next victim. Just as she's ready to step back and run like ten hungry lions are chasing her; the guy relaxes and Y/n can feel tension leaving her body. 

"Yeah, m'Louis and m'okay, don't worry. And was just laughing at some old memory I remembered, sorry if I scared ya." He says and gives her a smile and God, for the first time in years she has seen an actual genuine smile. She just couldn't help herself and smiles back at him. 

"Love, if you don't mind me asking, I just want to know why you are dressed as pizza in a horror themed party?" And just as he says it she gives him all over look, almost scanning him and she realizes he's dressed as a vampire too. But he's not gone all heavy on makeup or on outfit, he has kept it simple which she likes. He has nothing on his face rather than black eyeliner around his eyes with fake dark circles. He's wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up and a black cape around his shoulder. With black skinny jeans. He still somehow managed to look better than anyone at this party.

"I uh it's a long story." Y/n gives him a short answer, silently telling she doesn't want to talk about it. 

"Well, we have a whole night to ourselves. And m'bored as hell, so why do you come with me at the pizza parlor next street and tell me about it, only if you are free of course!" Louis says to her with hopeful eyes. 

"Sure! I'd love to!" She answers right away without thinking, which is a completely strange thing for her to do but when he looked at her with those hopeful eyes she just couldn't bring herself to say no. And she doesn't have anything to do, and plus a pizza does sound appealing. And she nearly dies with happiness when Louis smiles at her like she just has agreed to give him a million dollars, making her heart do flips inside her chest. Plus, he don't seems like a guy who murders someone. She just hopes that she doesn't regret anything and she's really looking forward to eating pizza with Louis. 

She knows she shouldn't be trusting a stranger. 

But she has made a few terrible mistakes in the past and it wouldn't hurt her to make one again. 

The only thing she's concerned about is pizza being at least edible. 

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✧˖°. i found you ✧˖°. (8)

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives ||

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader

WC: 3K

WARNINGS: angst, violence, blood, mentions of sex (only mentioned)

PART 8 ✧˖°.

Dream's coat pooled around the bottom of the stairs that led to his throne, while his head ached with past memories.

"Promise me"

"Hope I,-"

"Promise Dream."

"I promise."

And ached more as new joined them.

"You promised, Dream."

He had given up fighting the turmoil raging inside him long ago and let the madness consume him.

"You promised, Dream."

"I am not Hope!"

"You promised, "

"You promised , Dream."

"Boss!" Matthew's entry pulled him to the painful present.

"You summoned me?"

"I want you to keep a check on Hazel in the waking world," his voice was polished with stone as he spoke, "do not let her out of your sight unless I command you so."

"On it." After hesitating a moment, the raven asked, "she still hasn't visited the Dreaming?"

"No."

"If I may ask, what happened between you and her, boss?"

Dream lifted his head and the way his eyes glared, had Matthew realize he had gravely overstepped. Without squandering a second, he flew away.

You leaned your head on the wooden jamb of the window whose ledge you were currently perched upon. You dangled a foot below as you sucked in a breath, feeling the wind on your face against an effort to dismiss exhaustion away. Wounds from your week prior 'adventure' still marked your body. Set on your mission to avoid Dream, and stubborn as you were, you had completely forsaken sleep. Eyebags had begun painting the underside of your eyes a rueful purple that complimented the scar forming on your cheekbone. A pair of wings fluttered alongside you as your friend and raven dropped in your lap.

"You are looking cheerful," he cawed.

"Thanks Matthew. Did Dream send you?"

"What? No! What, a friend can't check up on another?"

"Sorry, I just am really not in the mood to endure him."

"You won't tell me what happened, will you?"

You sighed. "It's complicated."

"Never heard that before," he retorted. "He misses you, you know?"

Like hell he does. "I don't care."

"He needs you Hazel, I need you, the Dreaming needs you."

"Yeah okay."

"Listen! I don't know what the fuck happened to make you both so hurt but you cannot turn your back away from humanity and let it simply perish because of a feud between two emo people," Matthew gushed. "Please,"

A bitter smile gripped your lips. "I wish I could help Matthew, I really do."

"Then-"

But the raven never completed his sentence and disappeared into the wind.

"Did Edwin mix something in my morning coffee or were you just talking to a crow?" Charles squinted his eyes.

You were about to correct him when you realised you probably shouldn't. "The former." You swung your legs inwards and jumped onto the floor. "It's 3 in the morning, why are you up?"

"I am a ghost. Why are you up?"

"Back to my healthier sleeping schedule. Heading to bed."

"Brills."

Charles looked like he wanted to ask something but then apparently decided against it. There was still a simmering tension between you both, following the events from that day. Reduced colossally, but visible in the air of the room.

"Goodnight," was all he said.

You tossed and turned in your bed, pretending to be asleep as you had been for the past couple of days so as to not arouse more suspicion. The boys had relatively left you alone and you were grateful for their patience. You knew you had to tell them, you couldn't hold it off forever. Just needed some more time, you convinced yourself. Fatigue powered by sleep deprivation numbed your senses as you slowly began to lose yourself to it. No, you shook your head and tried to keep your eyes wide open. Even after your stamina dwindled down to nothing, you kept fighting sleep.

The library of the realm of christ dreams encompassed your puny figure. Oh god, you must have fallen asleep. There was no use in trying to go back, you knew the limit of your abilities. Before you could panic over the possibility of encountering Dream, muffled voices reached your ears. You approached the gates offering passage to the throne room through the library. The voices became more distinct. At the sound of Dream's, your heart skipped a tiny beat. You had missed him, despite your relentless reluctance to admit so. The second voice belonged unmistakably to a female, but you knew Lucienne well enough to recognize it if it were hers. You chased the gap between the doors and listened intently.

"I can't do it sister, I won't."

Sister? Were you eavesdropping on a conversation between two Endless?

"Dream, you have to tell her."

"She's not ready, we can wait."

"You mean you can. The world cannot."

"We will manage without her having to know."

"You cannot be serious Dream," the other endless groaned. "Either you tell her or I will."

Zero chance the 'her' was you, right? right?

"Please, I can't." The crack in Dream's voice made something uncomfortable crawl in your stomach. "I can't go-" you couldn't make out the rest. Stupid gigantic doors.

Silence haunted the room on the other side. You pressed your ear against the gateway to better understand the heated discussion when it suddenly propelled outwards. You hastily hid behind a towering bookshelf. A woman appeared in the library. From your place, you couldn't make out the details of her appearance. The doors swung shut behind her. You watched as she huffed a breath. It must be a task having Dream as your sibling. Your mind was racing, trying to solve the puzzle of which Endless was she. You stepped your foot backwards, and big mistake, a pile of stacked ledgers came undone on the ground with a rapturous noise. Brills. You peeked your head out from your poor hiding place, and with a jolt, your eyes met Death's. It seemed the puzzle was solved and your heart accompanied your mind in the sprint.

"Hi," you squeaked.

"Hi,"

You emerged from behind the shelf, fully revealing yourself. It felt weird, being this close to the Endless, one that you had been running away from for years.

"I'm-I am Hazel."

She studied you for a moment before making any indication that she had heard you. Noticing the colour on your face whiten, she said, "Relax, I am not here to take you."

"Yeah-no no I know. It's just that-" What? Were you scared? Were you starstruck? Seriously Hazel, woman up for once in your life. "It's an honour just being in your presence. You are Death," you enunciated her name. "How does a mortal like me deserve to have that chance?"

Death smiled and in that moment you knew why she was chosen to assist souls in their departure. Who would fear Death when it smiled upon you with such kindness? "The honour is mine, Hazel."

And with that confusing statement, she walked away, leaving a befuddled you alone in the library.

"Wait!" You called. "My friends, um two ghosts- Charles and Edwin, why do you spare them?" It was a shot in the dark but you had come to find yourself in it perpetually. 

Death turned in your direction. "Question for another time, darling."

The carpet cushioned your head as you flipped through the pages of some ancient text Edwin had handed you over to decode while he and Charles talked with their client. You thought you heard a fluttering of wings and you looked outside but you were received by an empty sky. You'd told Matthew to quit following you everywhere all the time but you still had your suspicions that he hadn't listened to you. You stretched your legs up in the air and they struck against something, followed by a crashing sound as a jar tumbled onto the floor, its lid strewn away. And to your horror, the jar was very painfully familiar. It was the same vessel Charles had trapped that one demon into. Why the fuck wouldn't they dispose it of instead of keeping it as a trophy in the living room? A hideous creature emanated from it and was panting right overhead you. It reeked and a revolting uneasiness shook you to your core. You swiftly scanned Edwin's desk for scriptures that had banished it earlier and located some papers scribbled with illegible incantations. You swiftly got up on your feet and were about to grab the papers when claws tightened around your ankles, puncturing skin and dragging you back. You tried to hold on to the edge of the desk, but its brute strength was no match for yours. Your back collided against the coffee table and a groan escaped you as glass shattered beneath. The demon pushed you against the floor, and hardened its clasp around your neck, strangling the breath out of you. Your hands flailed around and you grasped a piece of broken glass. And plunged it into its chest. Blood dripped from its mouth onto your face and you grimaced in repulsion. You threw its body off you and got up. Just as you were about to clean your face, a gurgle sounded and you whirled around to see the demon back on its feet. The audacity of this bitch. It advanced towards you at a frightening speed and you closed your eyes, thinking Death would not have anticipated such an early reunion. But when the contact never happened, you fluttered your eyes open to see Dream standing in its place, a worried expression lacing his face. There was no trace of the demon anywhere, well, except the mess of broken furniture it had left behind.

"The blood's not mine," you said timidly.

He was mere inches apart from you and closed even that distance as he wiped the blood off your face with his sleeve.

"Thankyou, for saving my life, again."

"You need not thank me for it."

He stepped away once you were rid of the blood and you missed the warmth of his closeness.

"Hazel, I am sorry-"

"It wasn't your fault."

"No, it was." He took your fingers in his. "But I tried Hazel. I couldn't locate you. I opened portals everywhere while I searched for you. I am sorry it took me so long to reach you, and I am so sorry I put you in such a situation in the first place." There was a pleading in his eyes, for you to believe him.

And you did. It wasn't everyday the Dream Lord apologized to a human, or to anyone in general. "Dream, I, I am sorry I got mad."

"You had-have every right to be."

"No," you smiled softly. "I am not anymore."

Just then, the mirror glass distorted as two ghosts tumbled into the area. You dropped your hands in a flick of a second.

"Woah, which tsunami hit this place?"

"The demon escaped." At their alarmed state, you added, "but not to worry, the threat is contained."

"And who the hell is this wannabe goth?" Charles piped.

You coughed. "Hey guys can I talk to you for a sec?" You tried to holler them away from Dream's intimidating presence.

"Is he? Is this him?" Edwin quizzed.

You slightly nodded your head in the affirmative. "Now, if you both could-"

"You aren't that old," Edwin assessed him from top to bottom.

"He does have an aura about him. Personally, I dig this look." Charles motioned to his choice of wardrobe.

He was talking to a damned endless. "Guys!"

Dream whispered to you, "Should I-"

"No! Do not dissipate into thin air. You will just spook them and leave all the explaining to me," you hissed back.

"Introduce him, won't you?" Edwin raised his brow.

"Oh goodness, boys this is Dream," in retrospect Morpheus would have been a way better introduction but being the dumbass that you were-

"Who the fuck names their kid Dream?" Charles questioned.

What sins had you ever committed to deserve this? You balled up your hand into a fist, itching to punch him right in the face.

"He can hear you!" You whined to Charles.

Unbeknownst to you, Dream had never been this thoroughly amused in his life.

"Oh." Charles mouth hung open. "He can see us?"

"Yes. He's been through some pretty traumatic experiences. Don't ask."

"Sorry mate, hi, nice to meet ya," he told the Endless. "It's just that you had really taken us off guard. Because with her reluctance to ever let us meet you," As you can see why, "I thought she had just made you up. She doesn't shut up about you by the way," Charles winked.

Why would he say that? Your eyes widened and red poured into your cheeks.

"Not that I blame her, you are a decent looking fellow and-"

"Charles! Charles! Another time, we were just heading out anyways." You pulled on Dream's coat.

"Yes, we were."

"But I made coffee." Edwin appeared with three mugs in his hand.

"How-when did you even-forget it," you gave up.

"I do not drink coffee."

"Everybody drinks coffee," Charles stated as a matter of fact. “Take it from a ghost.” 

"I do not require mortal sup-" You elbowed him in the ribs. "What I mean is, I would love some coffee."

"Thankyou," you mouthed to him.

"So, what do you do?" Edwin began his interrogation.

"He works in finance, yeah, he's a finance guy."

You took a sip from your mug.

"I have to ask mate, how does a handsome rich guy like you date someone-”

You choked on your coffee and Edwin patted your back as you wheezed.

"-like her. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I am fine." You shushed him away.

Charles bloody Rowland, count your hours.

A smile tugged at Dream's lips.

"It's a lengthy story," he replied.

"We have the night."

"No, we do not. Don't you two have cases to solve?" You tried to steer the conversation to anything but this as embarrassment reddened your face.

"Unfortunately we do," Edwin admitted.

"Alright then, bye bye."

"Rude," Charles muttered.

But you couldn't care less. The boys went to the study, leaving you alone with him. You stood up, wanting to get out of here, but as you did, a searing pain shot up your leg.

"I can't make the trip down the stairs with my injured leg," you told him.

He looked at it with concern. "We could go to the Dreaming,"

"Are you-how would it look if both of us just vanished into nothingness?"

"Fair enough."

Having no other option, you led the King of Dreams into your bedroom. As you were closing the door, Edwin popped up his face in the space between.

"Don't do it in here."

"Woah okay, calm your horses."

"Don't listen to him, Haz," Charles whispered from behind him.

"I am not having sex with him!" You shouted in a whisper.

"Just use protection," Edwin advised.

"All the best!" Charles gave an excited thumbs up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" You whispered.

"Be-"

"Okay bye!" You shut the door in their faces.

You turned around and exhaled a breath. "Sorry about them,"

"It wasn't a problem." Amusement glinted in his eyes.

You found it difficult to wrap your head around the fact that an Endless stood in your bedroom, which was littered with books and clothes. You rounded up a handful of them and shoved them haphazardly in your closet.

"Sorry about the mess. I usually-no never have people over."

"Like a date?" He perked up his brow playfully.

His question took you aback slightly. "I am sorry, it was- I needed a cover for why I was always absent."

"And so you told them we were dating,"

"I didn't mean to-"

"Relax mortal, I am simply messing with you."

You rolled your eyes. "Funny,"

A dry chuckle left his lips at that and irregardless how short lived, your ears had never heard a sound more beautiful. It was a drug, because you wanted to hear it again and again till the end of eternity.

"Dream,"

You gazed into his eyes, which mirrored the stars outside. The same way they did when he had first turned up in your room, a stranger, that you were bound to fall for. Because your heart so carefully locked, had began thrashing against the bones that kept it safe, aching to feel the caress of the man in front of you. You wanted to hand it over to him and say, 'keep it forever, it belongs to you now. It will only beat in the warmth of your touch. Treat it gently, for it was my most precious possession.' Perhaps if you cared less, you could have spoken those words to him.

"Yes mortal?"

I love you.

Dream went stone rigid before you, his features hardened and his teasing smile gone.

You wanted to scream it to him but you just shook your head and said, "nothing."

Dream was set in statue, the only proof of his living the slight twitch in his jaw as he spoke, "you love me?"

"What?" Your heart was about to explode in your chest. Could he read your mind?

"You just said,"

What? Had you said it aloud? Oh no. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

"Hazel, do you love me?" He lightly gripped your elbow. A sheen of glimmer coated his eyes.

You didn't respond, hoping the yearning in your eyes would be answer enough. Dream took a step back and with the next tick of the second hand on the clock above him, he was gone.

Shit.

Back in the Dreaming, Dream's fingers trembled as he held his sister's sigil.

"Death, I stand in my gallery and hold your sigil. I need you."

She appeared in a moment's notice.

"What's the matter, little brother?"

He turned around to face her. His voice was hoarse with unshed tears. "She fell in love with me." A solo tear glided down his cheek. "Again."

A/N: lol i'll let you guys figure out what that means. this was funnnn I had been foreshadowing it for the past seven chapters and i finally got to write it! ps: not proofread.

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I Remember (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Request: uM hi saw ur request post while i was scrolling through malcolm bright x reader tag lol so may i request an x reader w malcolm where reader's gil's niece or smth so she and mal know each other before he joined the team- and one day where mal was being a dumbass and reader was told to drive mal home and when she was securing his restraints he jokingly asked her to sing to him aNd she did sing and fell asleep on the bed by opposite mal aND he got a good amount of sleep like no night terrors and next day he accidentally slipped that reader ''slept'' w him and gils just like excuse me wtf?? Djkdkdlsjsjs idk i got this idea when i was staring at the ceiling at 4 am instead of doing my essays that were due in the morningxD sorry its p long. Thanks and have a good day/night (by @iwillboilyourteeth), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]

Summary: Malcolm got hurt again. What a surprise. And, as always, you were right there to take care of him. Tonight, though, things took a turn. For the better or for the worse? Only the future would tell.

Words: 2,142

Warnings: language, love me some sarcasm, fluff, so much fluff, I love writing for Prodigal Son (keep the requests coming)

Song used: “I Remember” by Jason Manns

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You were sitting in your apartment when your phone started ringing loudly, interrupting your movie marathon. Sighing exaggeratedly, you checked who decided to annoy you at this time. It was not too late but you liked your alone time a lot. Gil. Oh no. That could never be good.

“Uncle Gil. I hope whatever you’re about to tell me is more important than Harry Potter.” pausing the movie you were currently watching, you did not even give him enough time to greet you. A loud sigh could be heard over the phone. One, that made you laugh.

“(Y/N).” his voice was stern & you knew better than to mess with him. Yet, you could not help yourself.

“Yeah, that’s me. You called me, after all.” joking to ease the tension, your giggling was cut short by his next words.

“Malcolm is a dumbass.”

“What a revelation.”

“He’s hurt.” Gil stated. Throwing your head back in frustration, you knew he only called you if he knew it was not too bad. But bad enough to need your help. “I need you to come get him.” it was not even a question, more like an order. Immediately, you grabbed the stuff you needed & headed out of your apartment towards your car.

“Can I yell at him for being reckless?” opening the door, you got inside but before you started the engine, you waited for the call to end. Could not risk getting youself hurt. Malcolm was the stupid one, not you.

“I already did that but I’m sure he’ll appreciate to hear it again.”

“Good.”

“Drive safe.” Gil noted.

“See you in ten.” & with that you drove to the precinct where he would most likely wait for you.

Growing up, you spent a lot of time at Gil’s. Malcolm was there almost always, so you got to meet each other pretty early on. Deep down, you cared for him. More than you should care for a friend. And because of him being a profiler, you were sure he picked up on that as well. Malcolm was just nice enough to not comment on it. Besides, he would tell you that he was too broken anyway. The thing was that it never scared you away. It did the exact opposite, actually. It only made you want him more.

Did you ignore almost every speed limit? Possibly. Your knuckles were white because you had gripped the steering wheel so tightly. One of these days, you would kill Malcolm. He kept getting himself hurt & you were tired of being the one to drive him home afterwards. Of course, you knew Gil only called you because Malcolm trusted you enough but that did not change the fact that you were exhausted.

“What happened?” approaching Gil, your eyes looked around for a sign of Malcolm. “And where the hell is he?”

“Bathroom.” his finger pointed over. “He didn’t call backup & thought dealing with it alone would turn out fine.” Gil was, you could tell, almost as tired as you. Not only of Malcolm acting recklessly but also because of a long day at work.

“What a surprise.” your sarcasm got the best of you. But it helped you coping with your feelings sometimes. “Uncle Gil?” his head snapped up when you said his name.

“Yes?”

“Go home & get some sleep. I got it from here, promise.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & with a nod, he turned around & walked away.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm noticed you when he walked out of the bathroom. His face was covered in bruised & by the way he was limping, you were sure that his entire body had to be sore. “Where’s Gil?”

“I sent him home.” shrugging as if it were nothing, you gave Malcolm a look. He knew what it meant but apparently, he wanted to play dumb.

“What?” his head tilted slightly & if it were not for his damn puppy eyes & for the fact that he was hurt, you would be the cause of his bruises. Not quite literally but still. Rolling your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but we caught the killer, so it was worth it.” he casually stated.

“Is it really worth risking your life, Mal?” shaking your head shortly, you were not in the mood to discuss this any further. A simple gesture of your hand was enough to show him that you wanted to get going. “Come on, I’m gonna bring you home.”

“You’re mad.” Malcolm noted when the both of you walked outside back to your car. Sighing loudly, you stopped for a brief moment.

“Yes. I’m mad because I can’t even count how many times we’ve been in this exact situation anymore. And it sucks. Because every single time Gil calls me, I think he’ll tell me that you didn’t make it out like you always do.” Malcolm’s eyes widened when you explained how you were feeling. Your body brushing past his made him turn around & follow you without another word. It was silent between you two until you arrived inside Malcolm’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he spoke up, his voice much softer now. When you saw him struggling to pull off his coat, you walked over to him to help him out.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Mal.” your back faced him when you went to put his jacket away.

“I do. You always take care of me when shit like that happens. And I wanted you to know that I don’t take that for granted. If I were you, I would’ve stopped caring a long time ago.”

“You know as much as I do that this won’t ever happen.” & it was true. Malcolm could mess up over & over again. Could get himself hurt & all that. But you would always be here to catch him, no matter what.

“I don’t deserve you.” his eyes bore into yours & by the look he gave you, you knew he was not talking about you taking care of him when he was hurt. He was referring to you as a person. Basically, he wanted to make you understand that he was not worthy of your love. Which was bullshit to you.

“You deserve so much & it hurts that you don’t see it.” the conversation dropped for the time being. Navigating your way through his apartment, you looked for something he could wear to bed. Soon enough, you found something suitable & when you walked back into the room ,you found Malcolm already sitting on his bed, head hanging low. He stopped you when he noticed your hands grabbing the shirt he was wearing. Sending him a confused look, your eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I can handle it from here on.” taking the clothes from you, he went to strip himself out of his workwear. Surprisingly, he could not move his body enough to achieve anything.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come on, don’t act like that, Malcolm.” it was not the first time you had helped him undressing. As mentioned earlier, the two of you had been in this situation too many times to count.

It did not take long & he was wearing comfortable clothes. After asking if he needed anything else, you went straight to his restraints & helped strapping him in. It amazed Malcolm how you were not weirded out by the fact that he had to be held down in order to have at least a few hours of sleep.

“(Y/N)?” his voice was barely above a whisper but your humming let him know that you heard him. “Can you sing something for me?” it was meant to be a joke, he simply wanted to ease the tension between you guys. Thinking about it for a second, you came to the conclusion that it would not hurt to do that. Maybe it would help him fall asleep? Malcolm eyes widened when you actually started singing quietly. It was soothing & he closed his eyes to focus solely on your voice.

Hey you, when I saw you walk in there

And I couldn’t help but stare

At the way you move your hands

‘Cause it’s the little things you do that drive me crazy

And now, let’s forget about the crowd

And just concentrate on us

So that you can know what I want you to know

 I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

 Only if you would hold me tight

As we talked all through the night

About those things you won’t tell no one else

I know that we’ve got long ways to go

But I want you to know

That I’ll be there till the end, so don’t you worry

 I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

‘Cause I fell in love with you-ou-ou

 After you finished, Malcolm still had his eyes closed, he just laid there for a while, recalling the words of the song. He knew what you were trying to tell him but if he had to be honest, he was scared. If the two of you were to try something, he thought you would leave him the moment you realized his demons were too much for someone to handle. Malcolm did not hear you leave his apartment, neither did he feel a movement. Opening his eyes slowly, he found you sound asleep right next to him. Your peaceful form made him smile brightly. Contemplating if he should wake you up, he decided against it in the end. Deep down, he knew you would not judge him he if he had a night terror next to you. And if he were honest, having you with him made him incredibly calm. That night, he fell asleep almost immediately, without any nightmares invading his dreams. The reason for it was you. Only you.

Malcolm woke up early the next morning. Work called. Okay, maybe Gild had told him to take a few days off but everyone who knew Malcolm, knew that he did not listen to such orders. Or any orders, in general. You were still asleep when he loosened his restraints. He left you a note behind before leaving his apartment for work.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at home?” Gil questioned the second Malcolm entered the office where the rest of the team was already up & working.

“You did but I’m fine.” Gil rolled his eyes at his words. Usually, whenever Malcolm insisted on being fine, he was everything but. Examining his face closer, Gil was shocked to see him so…well rested?

“Wait. How much did you sleep last night? You look unusually awake.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s because I slept with (Y/N) last night.” Malcolm spoke casually & went to examine the pictures that were displayed on the table in the middle of the room. Gil’s eyebrows raised at that. Dani only sent him a weird look & JT almost choked on his coffee at Malcolm’s confession. There were some things he did not want to know & his love life was one of it.

“Excuse me, what now?” Gil was the first one to press the topic further. Everyone knew how protective he could get when it came to you, his niece. When Malcolm turned around, he found three pairs of eyes looking sternly at him. Wait, what did he say? Realization washed over his face & he only now noticed how wrong his words sounded without any given context.

“No, wait…That came out wrong.” closing his eyes briefly, he prepared an explanation for his confused co-workers. “(Y/N) drove me home yesterday & she helped me with my restraints & all. She fell asleep & I didn’t wanna wake her up.” Malcolm’s hands gestured wildly, not wanting to give them the wrong impression of last night’s events. JT pretended to understand what he explained even though he had no idea & frankly, he did not care too much. Malcolm had lost Dani’s interest a while ago, she continued working on the next case. Only Gil was left. He gave Malcolm a knowing look, went over to him & patted him on the shoulder.

“You better take care of her, Bright. Or you have to deal with me.” his threatening smile creeped Malcolm out but he knew Gil was only trying to keep you safe. Maybe you were the right one for him. Last night was proof enough. It was scary to take that next step but on the other hand, he wanted to take that risk. He wanted to give it a try. For the both of you.

Published (04/20/2021) by Cathy

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Can someone PLEASE submit a Malcolm Bright fic request in my ask box? I’ve rediscovered my love for him and desperately want to write something. Fluff, angst, both, whatever! Give me a crumb of an idea and I’ll be happy.

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Omg! Could I make a request? Maybe Malcolm with an s/o that dissociates regularly, and maybe they dissociate when meeting Martin or something and he has to kind of bring them back to reality.

Yes of course you can! I’m not too familiar with dissociation so I did some research and hope I did this okay.

Reality

“Well, don’t you look horrible.” Y/n leaned against the hallway wall. She watched as Malcolm stopped abruptly, her voice catching him off gaurd as he stared up at her.

“What are you doing here?” Malcolm asked, he crossed his arms obviously confused. He thought she was still at the crime scene, not at Claremont.

“Gil told me to come with you, especially since you were told not to come to Dr. Whitly for this one.” Y/n stated casually, walking towards the door she gave a friendly wave and greeting to Mr. David.

“Y/n.”

“It’s so weird, I thought this place would be bigger.”

“Y/n..”

“Your mother really talks about how luxurious he’s living and I don’t know, for how much money you guys have-“

“Y/n!”

Turning around she stared back at Malcolm who obviously looked annoyed. “Yes, sweetheart?” She teased.

“You’re not going in there.” Malcolm said, his voice very serious. “I know you and Gil are worried-“

She scoffed. “Worried is an understatement, especially with how things have been going lately.” Looking to Mr. David, she nodded towards the door. Mr. David opened it and waited for them to go inside. “You coming Malcolm?”

Rolling his eyes Malcolm shook his head, following behind as they both walked in. Dr. Whity was sitting in his chair looking though some books and files.

“Martin, you have visitors.” Mr. David announced, shutting the door behind him, leaving Malcolm and Y/n with Martin.

Malcolm stood close to Y/n, standing in front of her, facing towards his father he waited for him to say something.

“Malcolm, my boy!” Martin happily greeted, not taking his eyes off his files. It didn’t seem like he notice Y/n. “I’m surprised you didn’t call first, I would have-“ Martin stopped himself, having finally turned in his chair he took notice of the extra visitor stood behind Malcolm. “Oh? Who’s this?” Martin stood up making his way over, but was stopped by his chain that was attached to his room wall. 

“Hello, Dr. Whitly. Detective, L/n, I’m apart of Lieutenant Arroyo team.” Y/n leaned over Malcolms shoulder, smiling sweetly. 

“Well, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know Malcolm was bringing members of the team, I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” Martin looked a bit embarrassed as he looked around his room. 

“I’ve seen worse.” Y/n shrugged casually. 

Malcolm kept himself in front of Y/n, his protective nature taking over. He wanted to make sure Martin had no way of getting to her, even being chained up.

“I need your help on a case.” Malcolm pulled his attention away from her and back on his.

“Oh I expected nothing less.” Martin smiled. “Please continue, what seems to be troubling you?”

Y/n watched from behind Malcolm as he discussed the current dead end in the case. She looked around Martins room, noticing a few medical books and drawings along the left side of the wall.

She didn’t know when it started happening but she felt herself start to relax and become lighter on her feet. The sounds of Malcolm and Martins conversation became mute, only watching their mouths move, but no noise.

Reaching out to grip Malcolms sleeve, she pulled lightly, trying not to catch the attention of Martin. Although she thought she touched him, she didn’t feel anything, her body becoming even lighter then before. The area around her was almost like a dream, a show playing in front of her.

Then as quickly as it came, she suddenly got spooked by Malcolm facing her, his hands were rubbing her shoulders up and down, a white blanket was wrapped around her. Y/n notice his mouth moving and tried to focus on what he could be saying, his voice was becoming clear as she listen more intently.

“Y/n? Can you hear me?” She finally heard it now. “Breathe slowly, just focus on me.”

Nodding, she focused on Malcolms eyes. His blue eyes she love so much, so calming to look into.

“Well, if I wouldn’t know better I say that was an intense case of zoning out.” Martin spoke up from behind Malcolm.

“Shut up, please.” Malcolm snapped, turning his head back for a quick moment. “Are you okay?” He asked gently.

“I’m okay, I just had a moment.” Looking down at the white blanket wrapped around her, she held the material between her fingers. “How long this time?”

Malcolm sighed. “Ten minutes, maybe less.”

“If I may input, I would say you suffer from a sort of dissociation disorder?” Martin walked closer to the line on the floor. “Ya know, Y/n. I have had patients in the past who have struggled with this before, perhaps I could treat you as well, I knew a few techniques and-“

“Absolutely not.” Malcolm interrupted. “She’s not, or ever will be one of your patients. Stick with the over the phone teachings.”

“So defensive my boy.” Martin looked back to Y/n. “If you ever need some medical advice, you know how to reach me.” Martin winked.

Malcolm rolled his eyes. “We should go. You’ve been helpful. No reason for us to stay here any longer.” Malcolm took her by the hand, waiting for the door to open.

“It was nice to meet you Dr. Whitly!” Y/n turned back. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Martin smiled. “Oh not a problem at all my dear. You’ve been quite a treat, please convince my son to bring you around more often.”

Malcolm just shook his head. Once the door had opened, Martin had already went back to his chair. “See you soon my boy! Maybe on your next visit we can discuss how this little delight managed to sneak her way into your heart?”

Y/n looked confused, following Malcolm as he dragged her along. “Did you tell him?”

“No, I didn’t say anything. He must have just guessed.”

“I doubt that, maybe because your protective nature took over.” Y/n shrugged.

When they finally went outside, Malcolm stopped, he put his hands back on her shoulders. “How bad was it this time? Do you remember anything?”

“No, I’m not sure what triggered it ether, I’m still figuring this out as I go.” Y/n looked down at the white blanket still around her. “Surprised they let us take this.”

Malcolm wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest he rested his head on top hers. “Sorry, I just panicked with you being in there with him. If it was bad-“

“Hey, it’s okay.” Looking up she moved some hair from Malcolms face. “You were a big help, you always are.”

Malcolm smiled, leaning down he kissed the top of her forehead. “We should go, make sure Gil doesn’t send an APV for us.”

“Or the swat team.” Y/n teased. Reaching down to take Malcolms hand they both walked away from Claremont.