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queenbrightwhitly · 3 years

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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.”

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 4 years

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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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applepiewinchesters · 4 years

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Sleepover (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

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.

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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years

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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.

hello guys im incredibly excited to share this story with y'all and I wanted to say English is not my first language so please ignore my mistakes I would really appreciate the positive criticism and do inform if you want to be in taglist:)

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fleurkiss · 2 years

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sex adore

warnings: a bit of smut

im sorry i’m super late i have many quizzes ! :(

i heard my phone chime and my eyes went directly to it.

from harry

where are you?

8:34PM

to harry

in the ladies bathroom

8:36 PM

“whose that?” taylor asked next to me fixing her make up.

“harry.” i said.

“oh, so adorable.” she smiled “i didn’t ask, how are things going between you and him?”

“quite great. he’s very nice but needy like—it’s too much sometimes.”

“only dated him for a month. don’t know if he is needy.”

“yet you wrote a whole album about him.” i joked which made her burst out laughing and made me laugh with her.

“so accurate.” i nodded. “so where are you going after this?”

“i’ll probably go to the after party because of harry. you?”

“oh, same! i want to drink like full on.”

“i can’t drink but i want them cookies.”

“you didn’t ask me to make you some!”

“i didn’t want to tire you out!” she shook her head and rolled her lips “come on! you have many stuff to do. when i get to come we will bake together.”

“yes, and i’ll threaten you if you mess up.”

“rude.” i heard a knock on the door so i rushed to open it.

“hi! come with me.” he came in and grabbed my hand then looked at taylor and gave her a smile “hi, nice to see you again.”

“you too!” she smiled.

“uh-i very much liked the album, you’re doing great! have a nice day!” he praised “may you get your stuff.” he told me.

“thank you, harry, you too!” she waved and he repeated as i told her i’ll talk to her later.

“aww, what a nice day today, huh?” i teased.

“no it’s not. i need to cum, love.” i frowned.

“what?”

what is he on.

“i said i need to cum, let’s go somewhere so no one can see us.”

“harry, you literally came all the way to tell me you need to cum?” he nodded “what am i supposed to do?”

“help me?”

“what? no! i’m not getting this dress off just so you can cum.” i got vexed by the fact that all night he didn’t ask me one thing and now he wanted me just to help him “what made you hard anyways?”

“would you please stop asking and arguing? i’m going to ruin my pants.” we entered the quite dark room as harry closed the door.

“harry i told you i’m not going to let—“ i got cut off by his lips.

“it’s urgent, i’ll do the work.” he begins to kiss my neck as i heard him try to unbutton his pants and after he succeeded harry started to rub his hips against mine to cause some friction.

“harry, my dress.” i say in between kisses but he ignores and slides his tongue in as his hands roam to find the zipper.

when he found it he unzipped half before i halted him.

“stop, i said my dress is designed by amelia i can’t do this she will kill me.” i cupped his cheek “and there is lipstick on your face.” i chuckled as he threw his head back whining.

“elle, please.” harry whined and nuzzled his head in between my shoulder and neck.

“i’m sorry, baby.” i said then i noticed he pulled the strap of my dress down, i got annoyed. he was just willing for sex at this point and it’s making me think he only approached me to please him, “harry,” i detached us, “i told you to stop. why are you being like this?” i put my strap back up and try to zip my dress “you didn’t talk to me the whole night till now, i don’t know if you’re just using me for sex or something like that.”

“i’m not using you for sex, elle, you know i want you for who you are.”

“it’s not seeming like that.” i looked at him.

“but it is! i just needed to cum, okay?” he ran hands through his hair “i could’ve fucked any girl but i wouldn’t—“ i cut him off my cupping his balls and rubbing my hand slowly against the cloth. “keep going.” he moaned.

i brought our lips together as he moaned into the kiss.

“i wish we could have sex now.” he kissed my neck as i kept rubbing, “i’m close.” he moaned.

then he breathed out.

“you almost cried for this.”

“thank you so much, baby.”

i rolled my eyes “i need to go to fix my make up and you should go wash your face.” i tried to leave but then he halted me.

he looked into my eyes “im not using you, okay? i adore you. i just want to adore you. i want to love you till i die because when i adore a person this much i always touch them and kiss them and that got to be you. i always want to be close to you. i’m sorry i didn’t approach you the whole night, i was busy admiring you because i’m mesmerized by you and i was afraid you didn’t want me to interfere when you’re talking with your friends, i’m sorry.”

i smiled and gave him a quick kiss “i adore you, too.

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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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

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

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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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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Paul 'Jesus' Rovia ~ Masterlist

Fluff = ♡

Angst = □

Hurt/Comfort = ☆

Other = ◇

You're Safe ☆

[Main Masterlist]

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companionjones · 3 years

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Different Realities

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x Reader

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Summary: With how much Malcolm doubts himself in his relationship with you, you wonder if he regrets being with you in the first place.

Warnings: Malcolm’s nightmares, self doubt

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“Malcolm. Malcolm! Malcolm, you need to wake up. You’re having a nightmare!”

Most of the time, Malcolm’s restraints did their job. That morning, however, you and Malcolm learned that Malcolm had just enough leeway to push you off the bed. It wasn’t exactly good news. You fell to the floor and hit your head.

Thankfully, that was enough to wake Malcolm up. “Y/n...? Oh my god!” He quickly freed himself and hopped off the bed. He fell to his knees to check if you were okay. “Did-did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine,” you excused. You sat up and felt the back of your head. There was a bit of a bump forming.

He groaned, and sat back. “Oh, god. I did hurt you. Dammit, I knew this would happen.”

“Malcolm. Look at me. I’m okay,” you pressed.

He was trapped in his head. “No, you’re not. You hit your head. And even if I didn’t hurt you now, it’s only a matter of time until I do--”

“Malcolm!” You called his attention back to you. You took his hand in yours.

Bright was still clearly upset. He glanced at your connected hands, then back up to you. He his head in your shoulder.

As much as you wanted to stay there, holding Malcolm and keeping him calm the best you could, the two of you had to eventually start the day.

You and Malcolm were eating breakfast (you always made sure he had food in his fridge) when you broke the sort-of-comfortable silence again. “Do you...ever...regret...kissing me...that first time?”

Malcom had done it on impulse, really. That had been clear enough. He had been stuck on a case. You had come over his place to hang out and make an effort to take his mind off his work. You had ended up saying something that solved the whole case in Malcolm’s mind, and he had kissed you right then and there.

He has been in a bit of a daze after you had parted, and you had been the first to speak while Malcolm had struggled to get words out.

“Go. Save the hostage. Arrest the murderer,” you had urged. “We’ll talk about this later.”

When you had gotten the chance to talk, you and Malcolm had admitted to each other your feelings. The two of you had been together ever since.

And that question you had just asked Malcolm had been bothering you for almost as long. It had taken a very long time for you to get as close as you were to Bright, both platonically and romantically. Malcolm had been cautious every step of the way. He was scared of hurting you. The NYPD consultant was convinced that he and his family were going to poison you. They had not succeeded yet.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t have insecurities about your relationship. A little voice in the back of your head wondered if Malcolm regretted his action that resulted in the two of you getting together.

After you asked your question, Malcolm stopped eating. He turned in his chair to face you, and took your hand in his. “I don’t regret kissing you. I never have, and I don’t believe I ever will...It’s just that...if I had to do it again, I don’t think I would have the courage. You make me so happy, Y/n. You make the nightmares bearable. You make me forget about The Surgeon. I thank myself everyday for kissing you that first time. But I’m so afraid that I’ll one day wake up and all of this will be a dream because if that happens, that means I’ll never be able get you back.”

“Oh, Malcolm.” You reached forward and tucked some hair behind is ear. You softly ran your thumb over his cheek. “Well, just remember that you’re not gonna wake up from this. This is real life, not one of your nightmares. And even if we do end up in another reality where you had never made a move, that are two people in this relationship, and not even your father can stop me from loving you.”

Malcolm smiled at that. He leaned in to share a kiss with you. “I love you, too. You’re the best person I’ve ever met, Y/n.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. If you would like to read more, I have more Prodigal Son fics over on my page. You should check it out. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. Thank you again. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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relatos-de-una-chica-perdida · 4 years

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I read so many fanfiction that at this point in my life (y/n) kinda sounds like a real name to me

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queenbrightwhitly · 3 years

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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.

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 5 years

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Love Birds-- Malcolm Bright x Reader

Prompt; none! :P

Warnings; bit of language as usual, shitty writing also as usual

Word Count; 1.6k

Notes; me? already obsessed with Prodigal Son? its more likely than you think

The young detective shoved his hands in his pockets and grimaced. The wind had picked up quite a bit since he left the office, and it was growing to be a rather cold day. Malcolm considered calling a taxi but decided against it. He was only a couple of blocks away from his apartment, and a walk would give him time to clear his head. He enjoyed his daily walks. It gave him a sense of routine in his abnormal life. His route stayed the same, never varied. A loud thud, followed by a muffled shout, halted his train of thought. Most of the people walking along the sidewalk ignored it, but curiosity got the better of Malcolm. The commotion came from a pet shop a few feet ahead of him. He stepped forward and peered through the large, front window.

“Trevor, you fuckin’ idiot. We’ve talked about this! That’s a window, and you can’t fly through it.” The bird you cradled in your hands whistled and chirped before angrily flapping its wings. “You better not back talk me, young man! Or so help me, you’ll get no treats for the rest of the week,” you scolded. The parrot scaled your arm and settled onto your shoulder. “Oh, so now you’re gonna be all sweet and cuddly,” you huffed.

“Uh-oh. Look out,” Trevor chirped. You glanced over to see a man standing outside the shop, watching you intently. You gave him a sheepish smile and waved before quickly busying yourself. You silently prayed that he couldn’t hear you talking to the bird from outside. As you picked up a few items that Trevor had knocked over in his escape attempt, the bell over the door jingled. “Incoming!” You shushed the bird and called out the typical greeting.

“Welcome to Patty’s Pet Stop, how can I help you?” Your customer service smile faltered only slightly when you realized it was the man from moments earlier. As if he sensed your unease, he introduced himself.

“I’m Malcolm Bright, and I was just coming in to tell you that you’ve got a beautiful bird there.” He nodded towards Trevor, who started whistling in response. Malcolm grinned at the parrot’s reaction.

“Thanks! He’s a handful, though. Do you have one?” Malcolm glanced around the shop, eyeing the various birds for a moment.

“No, always wanted one as a kid, but I never actually got one.” He glanced at his watch. “I better get going. Nice meeting you...” he trailed off. You introduced yourself. Malcolm gave you a small nod and left the shop.

As the days went on, Malcolm found himself thinking about your pet shop. His gaze would wander to the large window as he walked passed it on his way to and from work. He was curious, to say the least. There was something about you that intrigued him. Whenever you caught his gaze, you would wave at him. It soon turned into part of the routine. If he saw you working inside, the two of you would wave at each other. He would occasionally bump into you when you were clocking in or out, but you two never ever had any interactions outside of the pet shop.

It was an average day for you. Started off fairly busy. The regular customers came in to pick up some pet food, treats, or a toy for their furry companions. As the clock drifted towards the afternoon, less and less customers came in. Though, you didn’t mind as much. The slow afternoons allowed you to read a book or scroll through various meme accounts online. When you heard the bell above the door jingle, you quickly put away your phone and said the typical greeting. The man who entered was wearing a comically large coat with the collar popped up and had a toboggan pulled low on his head. He had an odd vibe that you just couldn’t quite describe. You knew there was something wrong about him, but you just brushed it off. After all, you were living in New York City. This wouldn’t be the first time an unusual character came into the shop. The man grabbed a glittery mouse and tossed it onto the counter. You scanned the tag and gave him the total before asking, “Would you like me to put this in a bag for you?” He began rummaging through a pocket on the inside of his coat.

“Yeah and... uh... put the cash in there too.” The man pulled out a small gun, placing it on the counter. He angled himself so his body blocked it from the view of an outsider. It felt as if your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but your mouth was too dry. As you turned towards the cash register, you caught sight of a familiar face outside the window, but you quickly looked down.

Malcolm’s brows knit together. It was obvious that you were scared. From your tense body moments, to your wide eyes and shallow breaths, you were exhibiting all the classic signs of terror. The man standing in front of you drew most of Malcolm’s focus. He was behaving strangely. The man kept shifting his weight and glancing over his shoulder. He was impatient, waiting to get out of there as soon as he could. The pieces came together like a child’s puzzle in Malcolm’s mind. It wasn’t difficult for him to see what was going on. The shop was being robbed.

Your head snapped up when the familiar jingle of the door’s bells echoed through the shop. Malcolm was texting on his phone, paying neither you nor the robber any attention. The man quickly put the gun back inside his coat. “Hey, (Y/N), has the-- uh-- bird seed I ordered come in yet?” Malcolm glanced up from his phone, and you stared at him with wide eyes. He raised a brow at you, then you finally caught on.

“Oh, yeah, it just came in earlier. It’s in the back if you would like me to run grab it for you.”

“After we finish,” the robber huffed. You nodded and apologized. Malcolm kept his facade of being a regular customer, walking over to the parakeet enclosure. He kept asking you questions about them, which caused you to occasionally pause what you were doing and answer him. The robber finally grew aggravated, pulling the gun out once again. He waved it between the two of you. “Just shut up and give me the fuckin’ money!” You quickly handed the bag over, and the robber dashed out of the shop. The police arrived not long after, and they managed to track the guy down. After you gave them your statement, you approached Malcolm.

“I’m assuming you were the one who called the cops?” He gave you a lopsided grin.

“Guilty as charged.”

“Thanks. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up. Probably would’ve had a mental breakdown in the middle of that fiasco.” Malcolm scoffed and shook his head.

“Glad that didn’t happen. Things probably wouldn’t have worked out so well for you.” You leaned against the counter and crossed your arms.

“Since you’re my knight in shining armor for the day, I guess I owe you one.” Malcolm hummed, mulling it over. He motioned you to follow and led you over to the parakeet enclosure.

“What do you think about these little guys?”

“They’re usually recommended as good beginner birds, but they’re pretty skittish at first. With good care, they can actually be quite loving and live for about ten years.” The detective nodded, eyeing the little birds. You noticed that there was one in particular that caught his attention. It was a small, yellow one, resting on the perch. You carefully reached into the enclosure and pulled it out. Malcolm gently pet it with his thumb, and his eyes lit up when it chirped at him. You caught sight of his shaking hands but didn’t mention it. “Do you want to hold her?” He held out his hands, and you carefully put the tiny creature in his care. As he cradled it, you noticed his hands stilled ever so slightly. “How about this... You take care of the needed supplies, and you can have her. On the house, as a thank you.”

“Stop by my apartment to help me set everything up and you’ve got yourself a deal.” Malcolm shifted his gaze from the parakeet to you. You smiled at him and agreed to the terms. You placed the bird in a temporary carrier while you showed Malcolm the things he needed for his new feathery friend. After he paid for everything, you closed up shop.

When the two of you arrived at his apartment, you told him everything he needed to know about taking care of birds. Malcolm swore that he could put the cage stand together on his own, but after fifteen minutes of trial and error, he finally gave in to your help. The parakeet finally had its own little home, and you smiled as it hopped around. “Look at her, just a little ball of sunshine.”

“Sunshine,” Malcolm hummed, “That’s her name.” He grinned, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his creativity. “You know, since I don’t really know what I’m doing with caring for a bird, maybe you could stop by more often. Have a couple drinks, teach me about all things bird related.”

“As in, going on a date?”

“Depends on what your answer would be,” he quipped with a smirk.

“In that case, I’d love to.”

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applepiewinchesters · 4 years

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Night Terrors (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

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Requested by: @topstory21

You’d woken up before Malcolm that morning and you carefully untangled yourself from him, weary of the restraints around his wrists.

After grabbing some clothes from the closet, you padded into the bathroom, stripping out of your pajamas and starting the shower.

You quickly washed your hair and body before climbing out, after drying off you put on the jeans and sweater you’d picked out.

Next you put on some moisturizer and threw your hair up into ponytail, and you were just about to brush your teeth when a shout from the other room startled you.

There was no doubt in your mind it was Malcolm, as this occurrence happened pretty much every morning.

Quickly leaving the bathroom, you walked into the bedroom to find Malcolm sitting up in bed, still pulling against his restraints, breathing hard.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, coming to sit by him on the bed.

Malcolm only seemed to notice your presence when you sat down, he looked at you, eyes wide.

“Malcolm?” you asked again, reaching out and putting a hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb against the stubbled skin.

He seemed to relax at your touch, finally calming down, but he only nodded, slipping off the restraints and throwing the blanket aside.

You were confused at the sudden coldness, but it was just another night terror, he’d be alright.

While you headed to the kitchen to make breakfast, Malcolm went to the bathroom to shower.

Your cell phone rang just as you began brewing coffee, it was Gil, he had a new case and you as one of his detectives and Malcolm as the designated profiler, you both had work to do.

So, you poured the coffee into two travel mugs before going to knock on the bathroom door, Malcolm opened it, a towel wrapped around his waist, “Gil’s got a new case, he needs us there as soon as possible,” you told him as he walked past you towards the closet.

“I’ll be ready soon,” Malcolm told you.

You nodded and put on some shoes and your coat as you grabbed your purse. You called a cab so that it would be here after Malcolm got dressed.

When he was almost ready, he came over to you, his tie in his hands. He held it out, smiling.

“Help?” he asked you.

You smiled, shaking your head as you handed him his coffee and took the tie from him.

“Forgot how?” you joked, looking up at Malcolm as you reached up, popping the collar of his dress shirt and wrapped the tie around his neck.

“It looks better when you do it,” Malcolm told you, flashing you a smile.

You rolled your eyes as you finished your handiwork, tightening the tie around his neck before smoothing out his collar and the rest of the tie down his chest.

Malcolm leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you,” he told you, you smiled.

“Of course, now let’s go, the cab is waiting,” you said.

You both took the cab to the scene, it was a house in a more upper-class neighborhood, some rich guy found shot in his bedroom, probably an ex-wife or jealous mistress.

After checking out the scene, Gil assigned you, Malcolm, Dani, and JT to go interview some suspects.

“Bright, you and Y/N go interview his daughter, JT, Dani, go interview the ex-wife,” Gil said.

“I’ll go with JT,” Malcolm suddenly piped up, you turned to him, obviously confused.

“I’m better with ex-wives,” Malcolm said, you narrowed your eyes at him but shrugged, opting to just go with Dani.

Malcolm had been acting a bit odd since he woke up this morning, he hadn’t even kissed you properly.

After interviewing the daughter, who was a pretty good suspect, you and Dani picked up lunch and you went to find Malcolm when you got back to the station, you had a sandwich for him, and he’d only eat if you were there to make him.

You found him in the small conference room, sticking crime scene photos to the white board.

“Hey,” you said as you walked in, Malcolm barely acknowledged you, just nodding in your direction.

“I got you some lunch, figured we could eat together,” you offered.

“Thanks,” Malcolm said, still not looking at you properly.

Sighing, you set down the bag of food, crossing your arms as you leaned against the table, “Talk to me, something’s wrong,” you said, voice serious now.

Malcolm stopped what he was doing before turning to you, “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, giving you a small smile.

“You’re acting like I’m just some inconvenience, you’ve been acting weird since you woke up this morning,” you said accusingly.

Malcolm sighed, coming over to you and putting his hands on your upper arms, rubbing them softly, “I’m just tired,” he told you, “thanks for the sandwich.”

He gave you a quick kiss before turning back to his work, you groaned in frustration before grabbing your own food and leaving the room, you’d go talk to Dani, at least she was acting normal.

The rest of the day was filled with going over the case, filling out some paperwork from cases from last week, and Malcolm constantly avoiding you.

He either went out and did work or hid God knows where in the station. You ended up leaving work before him, so when you got home you ate a quick dinner, changed into some comfy clothes, and sat on the couch, waiting.

Thankfully it was only an hour before Malcolm finally got home.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t come back with you, Gil needed me,” Malcolm said once he shut the loft’s door behind him.

“Oh, you weren’t just avoiding me?” you asked, your tone cold.

Malcolm looked up, freezing amid taking his jacket off, he sighed, slowly pulling off his jacket and throwing it onto the back of the couch.

“I wasn’t avoiding you babe,” he told you, brushing off the obvious annoyance he felt radiating off of you.

“Yes, you were, you’ve been weird since you got up this morning and do not tell me you’re just tired because that’s bullshit,” you said.

Malcolm ran a hand through his hair, sitting down on the coffee table so he could face you, he took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles softly.

“Please just believe I’m fine,” Malcolm told you, making you shove his hands away.

“You’re impossible,” you huffed, turning away from him and crossing your arms over your chest.

Malcolm sat back away from you, groaning as he dropped his face into his hands. He said something, but you couldn’t hear him.

“What?” you asked, your tone a bit colder than you meant for it to be.

Malcolm looked back up at you, “You’re going to leave now, aren’t you?” he asked.

You were shocked to be honest, “What?” you asked, the confusion obvious in your voice.

Malcolm stood from his spot, practically stomping away from you, “You’re going to leave, everyone does! You said it yourself, I’m impossible!” he yelled, turning back around to face you, his face was red, and he was obviously holding back tears.

You stood as well, “Malcolm…I’m not leaving,” you said, he seemed just as surprised as you were a few moments ago.

“What?” he asked, voice softer now.

“I’m not leaving you, what the hell would give you that idea?” you asked, walking forwards a bit.

“The…the nightmare I had last night,” Malcolm said, “you left, you told me you didn’t love me anymore because who could love someone as pathetic as me right? I can barely function on a good day and I need a good murder every week so I can get my mind off of the shitstorm that is my childhood!”

You felt your heart drop, he looked so broken and sad. “Malcolm, I’m not leaving you, you’re one of the strongest people I know,” you told him, coming over to wrap your arms around his neck as you pulled him to you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder.

“I can promise you, I am not leaving anytime soon,” you said again, “I love you.”

Malcolm chuckled a bit, pulling away from you, his face streaked with tears, “I’m sorry I yelled,” he told you.

You smiled, shaking your head, “It’s okay, everyone has a breakdown once in a while, maybe once a week in your case.”

Malcolm laughed again, pulling you to him again, kissing you softly, “I don’t deserve you,” he said once he pulled away again.

“You deserve the world Malcolm Bright,” you told him, making you smile wider and shake his head.

He leaned down, putting an arm under the legs and sweeping you up into his arms, “I’ve got all I need right here,” he said, the biggest cheeseball, as always.

A/N: Hopefully this lives up to what you were hoping for! Thank you so much for the request! Requests are still open so feel free to send something in! Love you all! ~ Sara :)

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