Okay so I saw ur post on the sending you ideas for Reese fics I have no idea if this is what you meant but maybe a like you’ve been childhood friends with the Wilkersons and ur really close with all of them but especially Malcom cuz ur the same age but you fall for Reese in kinda like a childhood friends to lovers thing? But also a best friend’s brother thing? and you can make the fic however you want like steamy or fluffy whatever I just thought the concept would be fun to see
You're so wrapped up in layers, onion boy, you're afraid of your own feelings
Reese Wilkerson x gn!reader
Summary: You and Reese have been friends forever but recently you've started to think of him in a different way.
Authors Note: Guys I'm sorry this is so bad I didn't know how to end it and I'm writing this whilst my students are doing a test lol
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------You and Malcolm had been best friends since third grade when you punched the kid who was picking on him. With Malcolm came his family, who treated you like you were one of them most of the time. It wasn’t unusual for Lois to ground you along with the boys when you got yourself involved in their shenanigans.
You and Reese were friends, just friends. You’ve been friends so long it would be weird to be anything else. Except when you were 12 and you were each other’s first kiss just to ‘get it over with’, and when he beat up a guy who dumped you when you were 14, or like now, when you’re in the Wilkerson boys’ bedroom studying with Malcolm and Stevie, yet all you can think about is how you like Reese more than you’re willing to admit.
Malcolm snaps his fingers in your face before he speaks again. ‘Are you okay? I’ve called your name like three times.’
‘Yeah, I’m fine, just distracted is all.’
Stevie looks at his watch before speaking. ‘We have… been studying… for three… hours.’
Malcolm responds by saying they should grab some lunch, so they head to the kitchen, just as Reese walks in.
‘Y/N! Check this out!’ He grabs your arm and pulls you back into his room, away from Stevie and Malcolm (who didn’t care and just ignored both of you). He takes you to his desk and pulls out a piece of paper.
‘Can you spell check this for me? I need it to be perfect.’ He hands it to you, and when you read it you realise it’s a love letter.
‘Stella, you know the cheerleader? I sit next to her in math.’
There’s a pang of disappointment in your chest. ‘Oh,’ you say back, ‘well it’s all spelt correctly.’
‘Great, I’m gonna give it to her tonight. Thanks N/N, you’re the best!’ He runs out of the room, leaving you stood there in his room.
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That night you’re sat in your room watching a movie. Halloween. Reese bought you the DVD for your birthday last year and then comforted you when you got scared.
You jump when you hear a tap at your window, but when you look it’s just Reese. Just Reese?
‘What are you doing here?’ you say as you open the window. ‘My dad will kill you if he sees you.’
‘Relax, I’m like so good at this.’
When he’s in your room and you get a proper look at him, you see that his eyes are all red like he’d been crying.
He looks at the floor, avoiding your gaze before he mutters out, ‘Stella rejected me.’
‘It’s fine, I don’t know why I thought she would go out with me.’
You take a step closer to him, pulling him into a hug. He rests his head on your shoulder, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and wraps his arms around your waist before he mumbles, ‘I didn’t even like her that much anyway.’
‘Why would you ask her out then?’ You pull back slightly.
‘I uh- I wanted to make someone jealous. But that didn’t work either, so now I’m both humiliated and I don’t have a girlfriend.’ He leans back into you, placing his head back on your shoulder.
You rub his back softly but your head is running wild. He was trying to make someone jealous? That annoyed you more than you were willing to admit.
When he pulls away again he looks at you for a moment before he says, ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you with it.’
‘It’s okay, what are friends for, huh?’
He looks down again. ‘Friends, yeah.’
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It had been a few days since that night and now you’re both lying in your bed, facing the ceiling in silence. Neither of you said much. You were too busy thinking about how you definitely have feelings for your best friend, and how he probably just thinks of you as just his best friend.
‘I shouldn’t have asked out Stella. I wanted to just get your attention but clearly it didn’t work.’
You freeze, face going red. He wanted to get your attention?
He keeps going, ‘I’ve always thought you were pretty. I wanted to ask you out when I was like 13 but backed out because I heard people say you liked Malcolm.’
He pauses before shifting closer slightly. ‘Would you have said yes?’
‘What if I asked you out now?’
You pause for a moment. What would you say? ‘I don’t know, yes?’
The room goes back to silence and you keep looking at the ceiling, praying he doesn’t notice how red your face is. He hums before lying down again and grabs a hold of your hand.
‘I don’t want you to think I’m just treating you like a rebound. I really like you. I have done for ages. I just tried to pretend I didn’t for so long because you’re my best friend… You’re my only friend.’
You turn to face him. ‘I like you too. I admitted it to myself a long time ago.’
He moves closer again, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. ‘Would it be weird if I kissed you?’
You smile. ‘Probably a little but I don’t mind.’
With that he shifts himself so he’s on top of you, hands beside your head holding him up. He glances down at your lips before looking into your eyes and leaning in and kissing you softly.
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