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agaypanic · 7 months

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Could you write Reese x reader who has similar style to him but like the girl version? like he sees at her school wearing maybe a tight shirt with baggy cargos and he LOOSES it n NEEDS to talk to her. Thanks so much 🩵

I Like Your Style (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: For spirit week, you convince Reese to participate in twin day with you. Feelings arise when he sees your outfit.

A/N: the ending’s so bad bc i had no idea how to finish this, ive been having such a writers block lately. made them friends instead of strangers, hope that’s ok lol also modern au bc they have cellphones

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“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please, Reese!” You whined, following your friend around his house.

“Spirit week is stupid! There’s no way I’m participating in that.” He shook his head at the idea, opening his fridge to find something to make for a snack. “Never have, never will. How do you feel about peanut butter and jelly?”

“Yeah, I’m good with that.” You answered, going around to sit at the counter he was making sandwiches on so you could be face to face. “Just one of the days, Reese. That’s all I ask.”

Reese didn’t answer until he had finished making both your sandwiches. He put your plate in front of you and took a bite of his food, mulling everything over.

“Which day?”

“Tuesday.” You answered immediately. You knew it was the only day Reese would consider saying yes to because of how simple it was. “It’s Twin Day, so you wouldn’t even have to really dress up. You just gotta tell me what you’re wearing so I can match. Or we can go to the mall or something.”

“We’re both broke; there’s no way we can buy whole new outfits.” You snorted. Sadly, that was true.

“So, will you do it?”

“Fine.” He said it somewhat reluctantly, but you still clapped with glee at the answer.

“Yay! Just tell me what you’re gonna wear, and I’ll try to find something like it. But just make sure you tell me in advance.” You finished your sandwich, slowly looking up at your friend with pleading eyes. “Can I have another?” Reese wordlessly took your plate, preparing another sandwich for you.

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On Sunday night, you were lying in bed when your phone buzzed next to your head. You squinted from the brightness and saw a message from Reese.

Reese: how’s this?

Attached was a picture of him standing in the mirror. The outfit was pretty basic, just some baggy cargo and a semi-tight long sleeve. You mentally went through your closet, trying to put together an outfit of your own.

Y/n: that works!

Y/n: see you tuesday twin lol

Reese: already regretting this

Y/n: booooo

You shut your phone off, rolled out of bed, and went to your closet. With Reese’s outfit fresh in your mind, you picked out some pieces that would match well.

Setting everything aside, you wondered what to do with your hair. Reese had frosted tips, a good look on him. But you didn’t feel like bleaching your hair; you didn’t have that much school spirit. Deciding you’d figure it out tomorrow, you got back into bed and quickly dozed off.

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When Reese entered the quad on Tuesday, he tried looking for you. But you weren’t in any of your regular hangout spots. Assuming you were running late, he shrugged and found a place to sit down.

A few minutes passed when Reese felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see you with a wide grin plastered on your face.

“Hey! I would’ve gotten here sooner, but these fake highlights were a bitch to clip in.” You rounded the bench your friend was sitting on so you were standing before him. “What do you think?”

Reese gulped as he took in your appearance. Just like him, you were wearing a tight shirt and baggy cargo pants that hung around your hips. The only difference with your outfits was that you tucked your shirt into your pants, accentuating your figure. A figure that Reese was now thinking about in a way that most friends wouldn’t.

The clip-in highlights you were talking about almost made him laugh. To mimic the frosted tips Reese sported, you bought some platinum blonde extension clips from Lucky Aide and scattered them throughout your hair. It was honestly a bit flattering that you had taken the time to try to mirror his appearance.

“You look…” Reese gave you one last look over before looking you in the eyes. “You look good.”

“Why, thank you.” You fished around in one of the deep pockets of your pants for your phone. “Okay, now stand up. I want a picture.” Immediately, Reese shook his head.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“It is now.” You grabbed Reese’s hand and pulled him up, which he easily could’ve fought against. But you just seemed so excited; he complied when you asked him to pose for the camera. Reese even pulled you closer to him by the waist so both of you were in the frame.

“You should start dressing more like this.” He commented while you snapped a few pictures.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, you look hot.”

You laughed, looking through all your pictures to find a good one to post later.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Reese.” The boy looked at your phone to see the sweet smile on your face as you leaned into him in the pictures.

Yeah, the feelings swirling inside of Reese were definitely becoming less and less platonic.

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

#reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson x reader #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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fbfh · 10 months

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

I love how you've written him <3

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

#drabbles #francis wilkerson drabbles #francis wilkerson x reader #francis wilkerson #malcolm in the middle drabbles #malcolm in the middle x reader #malcolm in the middle #obsessive loser boyfriend francis #not even an au tbh #but yeah lois is your number 1 shipper

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lili-harg · 2 months

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

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

● Tokyo Revengers

● Jujutsu kaisen

● Boku no Hero Academia

● Harry Potter (more specifically the Slytherin boys )

● Malcom que in the middle

● Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

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dead-sane-stuff · 9 months

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* Damian telling some story*

Jason: That is such bullshit

Damian: NO IT IS NOT

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

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

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

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #incorrect batfamily #incorrect dc quotes #batfamily #batfamily x reader #damian wayne x reader #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #damian wayne x gn!reader #damian wayne x brother!reader #damian wayne x sister!reader #mortal kombat #source: malcolm in the middle #batfam

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 3 months

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

Tommy: How?  

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

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

Billy, horrified: What did you do?  

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

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

Tommy: Make it 40.  

Y/N: Done.  

Wanda screaming: Oh, my God!!

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

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

#source: malcolm in the middle #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #marvel #tommy maximoff #billy maximoff #minimoffs #wanda maximoff marvel #wanda maximoff au #wanda marvel #wanda maxmoff x y/n #I love this opening lmao

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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Soap: Who wants to make 15 dollars?

Roach & Gaz: How?

Soap: I need someone to take the fall.

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

R/n: What did you do?

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

Roach: Why can't you-

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

R/n: Make it 20.

Soap: Done..

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

Ghost, horrified: OH MEH GAWD!!.

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

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

#S: malcolm in the middle #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #john soap mactavish #cod mw soap #cod mw gaz #kyle gaz garrick #garry roach sanderson #cod roach #simon ghost riley #platonic! Soap MacTavish #john soap mactavish x reader #call of duty x reader #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #gn!reader

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incorrectquotesmcu · 2 years

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Y/N: Look, Wanda! I got something for you.

Y/N: [lifts shirt to reveal a massive tattoo that says “I love Wanda Maximoff”]

Wanda: I— WHAT THE HELL—

Wanda, softly: That’s so swee—

Wanda: WE ARE GETTING THAT REMOV—

Wanda, softly: It has a heart over the “i”!

Kate, to Yelena: Should we tell her that’s a temporary tattoo?

Yelena: Let’s wait a few more minutes.

#source: malcolm in the middle #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff incorrect quotes #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff x reader #yelena belova #yelena belova incorrect quotes #black widow #kate bishop #kate bishop incorrect quotes #hawkeye #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

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glitterinmyveinss · 2 months

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

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

Reese Wilkerson Hc's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but once you guys are alone omg

cant keep his hands off you!

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

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

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

walks you to all of your classes <3

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

ties your shoes

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

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

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

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

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

"you smell like a slutty fairy"

"is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"duh."

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

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

gets jealous easily

it's hot/ cute tho

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

#reese wilkerson x reader #reese wilkerson #malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #mitm x reader #mitm #francis wilkerson x reader #francis wilkerson #2000s aesthetic #2000s blog #fanfic #2000s #headcanon #lois wilkerson #hal wilkerson #dewey wilkerson #mitm headcanon #malcolm in the middle

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democratic-cover-piece-him · 2 days

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#founder #arashi #malcolm in the middle #big but white woman #la la land #harry potter x reader #lanadelrey #it #digital marketing #boys #dnd character #aphrodite

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agaypanic · 5 months

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Reese Wilkerson x Y/N jealous smut pls!! Reader is rly popular n her little jock friends are flirting HARD w her & Reese doesn’t like it at all. Fluffy ending too 🥹 I absolutely love your work & appreciate everything you do. You’re my star.

He Can't Have You (Reese Wilkerson X Cheerleader!Reader Smut)

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Summary: Being the cheer captain, you have a few boys that would do anything to get a date with you. But only one has your heart, and he wants everyone to know about it.

A/N: “you’re my star” im sobbing omg. also kinda feel like i got a lil carried away idk🧍‍♀️

CW: p in v intercourse, semi public sex (car in an empty parking lot), dumbification, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), angry sex, marking up, slight thigh riding, orgasm denial, overstimulation

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Reese stared in anger with furrowed brows at the front gates of the high school. He had come to pick you up from cheer practice, but you were being held up by some stupid jock on the football team. Despite being far away, he knew the guy was flirting with you, trying to catch a glimpse at any skin he could see, which was a lot, considering your cheer uniform consisted of a short skirt and sleeveless top.

Sadly, this was a regular occurrence. Reese couldn’t really blame him or any of the other guys that flirted with you. You were popular, beautiful, and sweet to everyone.

But you also made it very clear that you were taken. And even though everyone knew Reese could beat their ass, some liked to try their luck.

Especially the football captain. Reese didn’t care enough to remember his name. All he knew was that he was your friend, and since you were captain of the cheer team, you were around him a lot.

Reese was finally taken out of his thoughts when he saw your friend laugh at something you said and put his arm around your shoulders. He jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he walked to you with clenched fists.

“Hey, Reese!” You said when you saw him, lighting up.

“Hey, babe.” He responded, putting a slight emphasis on the nickname. He knocked the jock’s arm off of you, replacing it with his own. “Ready to go?” He asked, glaring at your friend.

“Yup!” You said, giving your friend a small wave. “See you later.”

Reese practically dragged you away, although he tried to be gentle.

“Are you okay, Reese?” You asked, looking up at him. He didn’t answer. Instead, he opened the car’s back door and stared at you, wordlessly telling you to get in. Confused, you crawled in, sitting on the far side of the car so Reese could sit in the back with you.

“I hate the way he looks at you,” Reese grumbled, shutting the door. “He always acts like you’re his girl or something.”

“Who? Mike?” Reese’s mood worsened, wondering why you felt the need to name the dickhead. “Reese, he’s just a friend.”

“Does he know that?” He asked bitterly, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Why are you rolling your eyes at me?”

“Because you’re being ridiculous.” You laughed, but discreetly squeezed your thighs at the way your boyfriend was looking at you. His eyes were darkened by anger and lust, and he leaned in closer to you.

“Maybe I should fuck that attitude out of you.” Your breath hitched, heat rising to your cheeks. “Give you and all your little jock buddies a reminder that you’re taken.”

You let a whimper slip out, giving Reese permission to kiss you roughly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto his lap. As his lips trailed down to suck on your neck, Reese guided your hips to grind back and forth on his thigh.

“Reese… marks…” You moaned, overwhelmed with stimulation. He pulled away and stopped all movements, making you whine. Reese’s eyes darted from your neck to your thighs, which were barely covered by your cheer skirt.

“You’re right.” He sighed, drumming his fingers on your hips as he thought. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t just go at your neck until it looked like you were attacked by a vampire. As cheer captain, you had a reputation to uphold, an example to set. And Reese knew you’d complain about having to cover the hickeys every day until they faded away.

So he decided to go for the next best thing.

You yelped in surprise as he abruptly took you off his lap and laid you down on the back seat. Reese’s head dived underneath your skirt, where he immediately started nipping and sucking at your inner thighs. You moaned breathlessly, waiting for his mouth to travel to where you needed him.

But his lips never strayed. It was like he wanted to torture you, making you more and more needy by being so close to giving you what you wanted but not willing to give it to you. Whenever you tried to squeeze your thighs to find relief, Reese pried your legs apart with his hands, nails digging into your ass and thighs.

Eventually, Reese pulled away to admire his work. His staring made you shy, but his hands prevented you from trying to hide your marked-up thighs and panties, which were probably damp with your arousal.

“Now, whenever you’re on the pyramid, and those assholes try to get a look at your ass…” Reese said, hand brushing over your clothed pussy, making you whine and squirm in hopes for more. “They’re gonna know you’re not theirs to look at.”

“Please, Reese.” You whimpered, looking up at him. “Need you so bad.”

“Oh yeah? You need me, baby?” Reese cooed, hovering over you to kiss your pouting lips. He laughed when you tried chasing him when he pulled away to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Wanting to speed up the process, you pulled your panties down as far as you could, and Reese yanked them the rest of the way off your legs.

Reese manhandled you, moving you around to put you in a better position before pulling his stiff cock out of his boxers. He swiped the tip through your folds to collect some of your wetness and pumped himself a few times before slipping in.

You arched your back at the feeling of being filled, moaning loudly and eyes rolling back. Reese wasted no time to pound into you, watching your tits bounce from the force of his thrusts. He flipped your skirt up so he was able to see himself disappear inside of you, smirking at the sight. You writhed around in pleasure, movements slightly restricted by the small backseat and Reese hovering over you.

“So good…” Your words almost slurred together, relishing in all the feelings and pleasure Reese was giving you. “S’good, Reese.”

“Bet that asshole couldn’t fuck you like this, huh?” Reese growled.

“Nuh-uh.”

“What was his name again?” He was baiting you. He could see the fucked out look on your face and wondered if you would even remember the name that you’d given him just a few minutes ago. You mumbled something, panting heavily. “Use your words, Y/n.”

“I dunno.” You said. The only things on your mind were Reese and your impending orgasm; there was no room for anything else. Reese laughed, thrusts getting rougher.

“So cock drunk that you can’t remember?” He asked in a sweetly condescending tone. You nodded. “Fucking you dumb so you can’t think of anything but me… Wanna keep you like this.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You got louder with each word, so close to the edge, body begging to be pushed over. “I’m gonna come, I’m so close.”

Hearing that, Reese pulled out completely, breathing hard. You almost cried in frustration as you felt your climax slowly slip away.

“Good girls come,” Reese said, staring down at you.

“I’ll be good.” You replied immediately. “So, so good. I promise, please.”

“Gonna be my good girl?” Reese asked, hands grasping your ankles. You nodded furiously.

You thanked whatever higher being was out there when Reese accepted your pleas. You also thanked them for letting you be so flexible when he pushed your legs up, knees to your chest, before ramming back into you. You shuddered at the new angle that Reese’s cock was hitting you; he felt deeper inside you than ever before.

It wasn’t long before your orgasm crept back up on you. Sensing you were close again by the way your walls were fluttering around him, Reese played with your clit and gripped your marked-up thigh tighter.

“Gonna…” You tried to speak, but the words were caught in your throat. “I’m… gonna… fuck!” A wave of pleasure washed over you as you climaxed, coming all over Reese’s dick. He didn’t let up, slamming his hips into yours and rubbing your clit to ride you through your orgasm. Reese didn’t slow his movements when you came down from your high. You whined at the overstimulation. “Too much, Reese.” You muttered, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching.

“Thought you were my good girl,” Reese said, and you nodded in confirmation. He smiled down at you. His movements stuttered as he was on the brink of his own high, trying to hold you as close to him as he could in the position you were in.

Reese groaned when he came, his orgasm triggering your own. He stiffened, savoring the feeling of your spent pussy pulsing around him.

When you both came down from your highs and relaxed, Reese unfolded your legs, letting them stretch along the backseat of the car as he laid down between them, head resting on your chest. You looked at your surroundings, saw completely fogged windows, and hoped you were still the only ones in the school parking lot.

“I really don’t like it when your friends flirt with you,” Reese said, much more softly than any other time he had spoken today.

“I know.” You responded, hand cupping the back of his head in comfort. “I don’t really like it either. I’ll talk to them, tell them to stop.”

“Thank you,” Reese said, reaching up to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Reese ran his hand up and down the side of your thigh, looking down at the red and purple splotched skin.

“That’s so hot.” He muttered to himself, getting a laugh and a playful slap to the shoulder from you.

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Reese Wilkerson Taglist: @hollymaybank @theogirlovermattheogirl

#agaypanic #reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson x reader smut #reese wilkerson x reader #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader

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fbfh · 1 year

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Francis Wilkerson crushing on (obsessing over) you hcs

wc: 1k

pairing: francis wilkerson x gn!babysitter!reader

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

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

song rec: obsessed with you - the orion experience

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

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Okay starting off strong

The scene

The Scene?????

Are you fucking kidding me???

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

That's putting it lightly

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

He is not at all afraid to get fucking messy

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

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

It's giving greek tragedy curse

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

Francis is the one for you

Okay maybe boyfriend isn't quite the right word

He’s not “technically” your boyfriend yet

But he’s hellbent on getting there eventually

He just has to warm you up a little first

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s a solid plan

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

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

He didn’t see this coming

No one did except Hal and Lois

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

But Francis's too

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

But he's never really liked anyone

Until he sees you, the new babysitter Lois hired

You're so sweet

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

Lois is hoping you're just what her boys need

Francis is often out of the house doing god knows what

One of the reasons Lois hired you to begin with

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

But when he does??

Holy hell brace yourself

When Francis sees you it changes his fucking brain chemistry

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

"Yeah??"

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

They did not expect this kind of reaction from him

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

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

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

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

Francis looks over at you

“Twilight sedation…” he says dreamily

It’s twilight forest, but who’s counting

Francis needs to be around you as much as possible

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

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

So now when you’re babysitting his brothers

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

He’ll find little moments to steal you away

Every time he fully intends to have a conversation with you

Banter, build a rapport, get to know you better

And every time he ends up shamelessly coming onto you

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

Just once

Please, just once, just one time

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

Helping his brothers with video game levels and homework

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

You think he’s just messing with you at first

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

He’s burning for you

Aching for you

And it’s a little overwhelming to say the least

Especially with how out of the blue it is

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

So you panic and slip away

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

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

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

Please just let him prove it

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

But a smaller part of you wants to see

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

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

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

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

So yeah

Dating her son would be a huge conflict of interest

You can’t

You absolutely cannot

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

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

Then things are really going to get crazy

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