Helllllooooo my name is Ashton but some people just call me Ash
I’m 18 and I love to write, it’s one of my comfort hobbies. Though I don’t find myself good at it I still love to try. I honestly am in many fandoms but mitm has stood out to me for many reasons, though I would prefer to keep this account just mitm I am up to writing for other fandoms if I have watched the show you are requesting.
I will mostly write for x male readers because I am a dude so this is where you could find x male reader fics of mitm. When requesting please be specific so that I know what you are expecting. I will probably never use the (y/n) thing while writing so if you send a request and don’t give me a name you want me to use I will probably make up a name. I do suggest my bsfs page @idk-malcolm
Most of my fics will most likely be about songs that I listen to. A lot of songs will most likely go along with Malcolm Todd songs or random songs that I like myself. With saying that I will have the song attached to the fic and playlists made for the series. Pinterest boards will be made as well for ones who are more visional.
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I am down to pretty much write anything BUT
- Smut
- Incest between the brothers
I have seen many accounts that post incest fics and if you are one with that club cool but I am not so please don’t request anything like that. I am sure you could find many accounts for that. (No hate to people who post that stuff or wtv but that's just not for me.)
I am always up to make friends as well so don’t be shy to reach out and dm me because I will most likely answer unless I am not active on the app. With also saying that, I have a job and maybe another job (praying that I get this job I am about to get interviewed for) so if you do request please keep that in mind.
More random things about me would be that I am also an editor, I post edits on tiktok and instagram and I could also post them on here if wanted. I can take edit requests on here as well as fic requests.
Playing murder mystery with Piper on call and all of a sudden I hear a scream “AHHHHH, THE KNIFE GRAZED ME.” And then the screaming continues after she’s being chased @idk-malcolm
hihi this is my intro posttt! my names rion and i use she/her pronouns! i love to write but i’m not the greatest at it so please don’t judge! i’m mostly gonna write malcolm in the middle fics specifically one-shots. if anyone would like to request please do i’m open to writing pretty much anything but wilkercest and smut. the fics i upload on here will also be posted to ao3 under rionlovescats if you want to find them. im currently working on a longer fic for reese x fem!oc and parts will be published on here as well as ao3 and wattpad (both under rionlovescats) im open to making friends and would love to! anyway this is basically just me sharing what i write for fun with the world.
along with writing i also love basically anything creative such as drawing and editing! speaking of editing on tiktok you can find me as both lexiewilkerson and rionlovescats which is my username on every other platform as well. i mostly write just reese x fem!reader fics because when i get comfortable with something i can’t switch it up. along with that i get very big hyper fixations and reese wilkerson is one of them currently if you couldn’t tell already. some shows i love are greys anatomy, boy meets world, and one tree hill. movies are the amazing spiderman (favorite movie oat) scream, and 10 things i hate about you. i lovelovelove blink-182, phoebe bridgers, oasis, taylor swift, and fleetwood mac along with pretty much all rock and pop music as well as a bunch of country music!
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE BLOCK ME IF YOU SHIP/POST ABOUT/WRITE ABOUT WILKERCEST!!!
hihi this is my intro posttt! my names rion and i use she/her pronouns! i love to write but i’m not the greatest at it so please don’t judge! i’m mostly gonna write malcolm in the middle fics specifically one-shots. if anyone would like to request please do i’m open to writing pretty much anything but wilkercest and smut. the fics i upload on here will also be posted to ao3 under rionlovescats if you want to find them. im currently working on a longer fic for reese x fem!oc and parts will be published on here as well as ao3 and wattpad (both under rionlovescats) im open to making friends and would love to! anyway this is basically just me sharing what i write for fun with the world.
along with writing i also love basically anything creative such as drawing and editing! speaking of editing on tiktok you can find me as both lexiewilkerson and rionlovescats which is my username on every other platform as well. i mostly write just reese x fem!reader fics because when i get comfortable with something i can’t switch it up. along with that i get very big hyper fixations and reese wilkerson is one of them currently if you couldn’t tell already. some shows i love are greys anatomy, boy meets world, and one tree hill. movies are the amazing spiderman (favorite movie oat) scream, and 10 things i hate about you. i lovelovelove blink-182, phoebe bridgers, oasis, taylor swift, and fleetwood mac along with pretty much all rock and pop music as well as a bunch of country music!
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE BLOCK ME IF YOU SHIP/POST ABOUT/WRITE ABOUT WILKERCEST!!!
summary: you were forced into taking a cooking class at north high school. unfortunately for you, you quite possibly were the worst cook ever. however, your boyfriend was another story.
pairing: reese wilkerson x male!reader
wc: 1.3k
cw: none!
author's note: i must've died about a hundred times in dbd while writing this. the matches i'm getting are not kind. as always, enjoy!!
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you hated north high for making you attend a cooking class. you needed the credits, though, and it was the only class that had space available.
you weren’t the greatest cook, so you honestly could only benefit from the class. you didn’t want to be the only kid setting food on fire, however.
so, you turned to your boyfriend.
reese wilkerson was the complete opposite of you when it came to cooking. he excelled at it while you couldn’t even make microwave mac and cheese without it blowing up in your face.
his parents and siblings were gone for the day, leaving just you and him alone to your own devices in the kitchen.
“okay, we’re gonna start simple,” reese said, tying the apron behind his back. “i have the stuff for a pasta primavera, so we’ll make that.”
you scoffed.
“that doesn’t sound very simple,” you said while rolling your eyes. reese ignored your comments and handed you a kitchen knife.
“i need you to cut the vegetables. can you do that for me?” he teasingly asked. you sighed but took the knife anyway. when you started chopping, however, reese stopped you.
“what are you doing?”
“cutting vegetables?” you answered, raising your eyebrow at him. he shook his head at you.
“you’re doing it wrong,” he said, reaching to place his hand over yours. he guided your movements gently as he showed you the proper way to cut the vegetables.
“you need to move the knife like this. the way you were doing it earlier? all the vegetables would be uneven and they wouldn’t cook right,” he continued.
you watched as he focused on helping you, his tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated on cutting the vegetables perfectly. once he finished helping you slice a tomato, he removed his hand from yours.
“think you can cut the rest on your own?” he asked. you nodded. despite the warmth of his hand being absent from yours, you still felt your face heat up. he grinned largely at you.
“perfect! you keep doing that, i’m gonna cook the noodles,” he said, turning his back towards you as he started to get a pot ready for boiling.
you both operated in a comfortable silence. your chopping was not as neat as reese’s, but it was a lot better than when you started. you tried to mime the way his hand moved earlier. soon, you felt his lips against your cheek.
“you’re doing great,” he complimented. he took the tomatoes you had sliced and set them aside. you continued to cut at the rest of the vegetables reese had laid out for you, and he finished cooking the pasta.
he held a noodle up to your mouth, which you happily ate.
“see how it’s still slightly firm? that’s called al dente,” he explained. you nodded along. you didn’t really care what it was called, the noodle was great even with nothing on it.
reese truly had a gift.
“we’re gonna saute the vegetables now. you ready?” he asked, taking your hand to pull you towards the stove. he added in the oil while urging you to add in the bowl of vegetables you had cut.
and none were spilled. they all made it into the frying pan, something you never thought would be possible with your shit cooking luck.
reese stood behind you and again guided you by placing his hand over yours. he worked to saute the vegetables while using you as a vessel, and you watched on with joy as the vegetables weren’t going up in flames.
“reese!” you exclaimed. “i’m doing it!”
“you’re doing amazing,” he said. you could practically hear the smile in his voice. he slowly removed his hands from yours to let you finish the last minute or so by yourself. while you did so, reese put together a mixture of cheeses and peppers.
“i think they’re done, you can take them off now,” he said, eyeing your sauteed veggies. you giddily removed the pan from the stove.
“i’m gonna add this stuff, you stir it in,” he said, handing you a large spatula. you did as told, mixing in the mixture slowly. the pasta smelled delicious. you were so incredibly proud of yourself.
reese was proud too.
you both took a bite of the dish. reese let out a sigh of relief.
“this is so good. you did great,” he said, pointing his fork in your direction.
“are you kidding me?” you said between bites. “this is all you.”
“dude, you helped too. don’t downplay,” reese retorted.
you both were happily enjoying the pasta when reese’s family came back home.
“something smells delicious in here,” lois commented upon walking into the kitchen. she saw you both sitting at the kitchen table.
“there’s still some on the stove,” reese commented. he gestured between the two of you. “we made it together.”
“oh please, reese,” you responded, a blush appearing on your cheeks. “you did most of the work.”
reese shook his head.
“don’t listen to him, mom,” he said. lois couldn’t help but smile when watching you two “bicker” over something like this.
she found it quite endearing.
“i don’t care who cooked it,” she said, grabbing a plate for herself. “if it tastes as good as it smells, it’s gonna be wonderful.”
she scooped up a serving on the plate before handing it to dewey who had wandered in behind her. next was malcolm. reese’s brothers took their seats next to you before digging in.
“this is incredible,” malcolm mused. him and dewey were finished within seconds, hal and lois close behind. while they dined, reese nudged your knee with his under the table.
“seems like you’re a natural,” he winked subtly at you. “you’re gonna ace that class.”
speaking of the class, you walked into the school kitchen feeling more nervous than ever. your class was preparing some sort of skillet. you would be using almost everything reese taught you the night before.
your cooking partner had tasked you with cutting the vegetables, and you tried to mimic reese’s movements from earlier. your vegetables came out perfect—perfect for a high school cooking class at least.
you offered to saute the vegetables, leaving the rest of the skillet up to your partner. again, you copied reese’s movements and cooked the vegetables perfectly.
when your teacher walked around to taste everyone’s dishes, you swore you almost cried from how nervous you were. when she got to you and your partner’s station, she eyed you both.
“boys, i’m proud it’s not burnt,” she said, referring to last week’s incident. you anxiously bit your lip as she took a bite of the skillet.
“oh my gosh,” she said while chewing. “this is delicious. you guys really stepped up your game.”
you and your partner high fived each other with soft cheers. you should’ve been more proud of yourself because it was really you who did it.
but all you could think about was how excited you were to tell reese.
when the bell for lunch rang, you practically ran out of the class with your take home box of your skillet. reese was already sitting at your lunch table, unpacking the brown paper bag lois had packed him that morning.
“reese!” you called out to him. you placed your box in front of him. “eat this instead.”
“what is it?” he asked, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.
“it’s a skillet. we made it in class,” you explained as you sat down next to him. you eagerly watched on as he took a bite out of the food.
“oh my god, this is amazing,” he hummed, cheeks filled with your skillet. “i told you. you’re a natural.”
“only thanks to you. i really got lucky,” you said, taking out your own lunch. within seconds, the food you made in class was gone.
“you gotta make more. that was excellent,” reese said, frowning at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he pulled out of his paper bag. you nudged him with your elbow.
“only if you’re there. i think you’re my lucky charm,” you admitted. “i thought of you the entire time i was making this.”
summary: it was reese's turn to decide what you guys do for your date. of course, he opted for the newest scary movie to hit theaters. what he didn't know, however, was how terrified you were.
pairing: reese wilkerson x male!reader
wc: 1.0k
cw: none!
author's note: i love scary movies soso much guys slasher summer is in full effect this was so fun to write i'm sorry it's so short tho </3 i hope you enjoy !!
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“this is gonna be so much fun!” reese exclaimed. he glanced over at you quickly with a large grin before focusing his stare back on the road ahead of you.
you nervously played with the sleeve of the shirt you were currently wearing. you were excited—of course you were. you always were when it came to reese. you two were going on your weekly date. this time, it was reese’s turn to pick the activity.
and he picked to go see the latest horror movie in theaters.
soft grunge music played over the radio and the october chill entered the car. reese’s air conditioning had broken down again, so he was forced to open the windows. you couldn't tell if it was the cool air or your own nerves giving you goosebumps.
the trees were turning orange and every house you passed had halloween decorations up. almost everyone you saw was wearing a sweater or a jacket of some sorts. fall was in full effect.
it was honestly the perfect atmosphere for watching a scary movie.
you just didn’t like horror. it freaked you out too much. you didn’t understand how your boyfriend could take such joy in the visceral images.
“i heard that there’s not much gore, unfortunately,” reese sighed. “but it’s still gonna be super spooky, like ghosts and shit. i can’t wait.”
you hummed in response. at least there wouldn’t be too much blood and guts on the large screen. but ghosts? that was even worse. you were certain that you would think every strange noise you hear after the movie was some sort of spirit.
you pulled up to the local cinema and got your large popcorn that you would share—although reese usually ate it all before the trailers even finished—and two large slushies for each of you.
“two tickets for the ring,” reese said to the cashier, holding up his fingers in a vee shape to visualize the number he wanted. the cashier happily gave you both your tickets.
“that’s gonna be in theater three. you boys have fun. i heard it was a scary one,” he said to you both with a wink.
although it was just customer service talk, it didn’t help your nerves at all. you didn’t expect the cashier to tell you it wasn’t scary, but you still would’ve liked some reassurance.
you and reese had been together for some time now, but you still wanted to impress him. you always wanted to impress him.
you didn’t want him to see you as some loser who couldn’t handle horror movies.
you both took your seats with the large popcorn on reese’s lap. as expected, he already was munching down despite the movie not even starting.
the trailers started, and they surprisingly were filled with movies that you wanted to see. you happily snacked on the popcorn and sipped your slushie, completely forgetting what you were originally there to see.
once the trailers ended and the place dimmed, you felt the same sinking feeling that you had felt the entire car ride over.
throughout the movie, the contents of the tape were played. and every time that cursed tape played, you swore samara herself was behind you.
you glanced over at reese from the corner of your eye. of course, he was thoroughly enjoying every paranormal and creepy aspect of the movie. you could tell by the amused smile on his face and the way his eyes lit up at every bone crunch. you anxiously reached your hand over towards his.
without question, reese held your hand. he didn’t break his stare away from the large screen even once as he gave you a gentle, reassuring squeeze. he used his other hand to continue shoveling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.
as the movie carried on, you were given that same squeeze whenever reese felt you jerk or tense up besides him—a subtle way of him telling you that he was right there. it went on like that for the rest of the runtime.
by the time the movie finished, you were absolutely sure you would have trouble sleeping that night. reese’s hand remained intertwined with yours as you both walked back to the car.
“did you like it? you seemed kinda scared,” he asked, swinging your arm slightly.
“that’s because i was,” you admitted quietly. reese whipped his head towards you.
“what? why didn’t you say anything? we could’ve watched something else,” he rambled. the last thing reese wanted to do was scare his boyfriend away.
“i didn’t want you to think i was lame,” you said, avoiding his gaze.
“dude,” he scoffed. “i would never think you’re lame.”
you anxiously met his stare, and you could tell by his eyes that he meant it.
“it’s just,” you sighed. “i want to enjoy the things you like.”
“okay, but you don’t have to torture yourself for me,” reese argued. he nudged you gently as you both got to his car. once inside, he looked at you earnestly.
“you don’t have to do things you don’t like just because of me. i will still love you even if you don’t like people getting brutally murdered or haunted in movies,” he said, a teasing grin snaking its way onto his face.
“i love you too,” you returned his smile with one of your own. he put the car in reverse and the same music from earlier began playing over the radio. the october chill was still there, but this time, it soothed you instead of giving you goosebumps.
“let’s get some ice cream. you deserve it after powering through that movie,” he said while throwing a wink in your direction.
“don’t even start,” you scoffed playfully.
“my super strong boyfriend deserves a treat for his bravery,” reese teased, placing a hand on your knee as he drove out of the parking lot. as he said, he took you straight to the local ice cream parlor.
despite how scared you were about the movie, you wouldn’t trade it for the world if it meant more time with reese.
summary: although you’re best friends with Reese, you rarely see his vulnerable side. Except one regular night when you hear a knock at your door late at night. you answer the door to see Reese standing there covered in blood a bruises, tears welling in his eyes.
pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader
wc: 1.3k
cw: mentions of blood and fighting
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You plan to spend your evening like any other night. The tv has your favorite rom-com playing as you watch while wearing your best friend’s t-shirt and eating a large bowl of cookies and cream ice cream. You’re so invested in the movie-even though you’ve seen it a million times-that you barely notice the faint knocking on your front door. Nobody should be visiting you this late at night. Your dad is on a business trip and no one else is home.
You slowly make your way to the front window to check who it was. Reese. He’s standing there anxiously all beaten. His eye is swollen and his lower lip was split and covered in dry blood. His knuckles were raw and bloody. You run over to the door, in a hurry to help him out.
“Reese!” You exclaim, swinging the door open, “What happened?”
He stands there looking defeated, “I got in another fight,” He mumbles, staring down at his shoes, “It wasn’t my fault this time!” Reese continues, blurting it out.
“Come in, let's get you cleaned up,” You motion for him to come inside as you head to the freezer to grab him an ice pack.
You arrive back from the kitchen and sit next to Reese on your couch. “What happened?” You quickly revise your words, realizing you’ve already asked him that, “I mean how did this happen?”
“Some jocks were picking on Malcolm again. Like how they used to in middle school. I just got riled up and before I knew it they were on the ground and my fist was making contact with their faces.” Reese muttered out. He placed the ice pack on his eye in an attempt to stop the swelling. “Thanks.”
“It’s no problem, really.” You reply, The rom-com you had on is still playing in the background, having forgotten to turn it off. “I think it’s sweet that you stand up for Malcolm.”
“Eh it’s nothing,” Reese shrugs. He leans back against the couch as he rests the ice pack against his eye lightly due to the temperature
“Why don’t you go take a shower?” You say, changing the subject slightly. “That way you won’t be covered in blood and there will be less mess when I bandage your hands.
Reese agrees silently, shaking his head. He heads into the bathroom and turns the shower on. After a few minutes you faintly hear your name being called from down the hall. You make your way to the bathroom door and knock softly, “Reese, can I come in?”
“Yeah you're good to come in, I've got a towel on,” He responds through the door. You open the door to see Reese standing next to the shower, water still running. “Can you get my back? My arms are sore and I don't want to hurt them trying to reach.”
Grabbing the loofa you put some body wash on it before scrubbing his back with it. “There, nice and soapy.” You laugh, putting the loofa back on its hook in the shower. You grab the disinfectant and some gauze before leaving the room to give Reese some privacy.
Reese walks out of the bathroom a couple minutes later in the same clothes he came in, sitting down next to you on the couch. You grab a cotton pad and pour some disinfectant on it before beginning to clean his knuckles off. Reese winces at the sting even though he has gone through it countless times.
You finish cleaning one hand and begin to put gauze around his knuckles. “Reese, you have to stop hurting yourself. One day I won’t be here to clean you up afterwards you know,” You move to his other hand, pouring disinfectant on a new cotton pad.
“I know,” He mumbles quietly. Staring anywhere but at you, “I’ll try to cut back. I promise.”
“Thank you,” You tell him as you continue to clean his raw knuckles, “I think it’s cute and all that you come straight to me for comfort and help when you’re hurt, but i’m scared you’re going to get seriously hurt one of these days.” Your cheeks turn pink just slightly at your confession, “Every time I answer the door to see you standing there covered in blood and bruises I instantly think the worst.”
Reese also begins to blush after your words register in his brain. You called him cute? “I-i’m sorry,” He stutters, nervous from your compliment. “I didn’t realize it bothered you that badly.”
“It’s alright Reese I understand you didn’t know. It’s not your fault.” You respond. After you finish cleaning his final hand you place a soft kiss on his cheek before walking to the bathroom.
Reese is left stunned after you walk out. His hand is resting right where your lips were just seconds before out of total shock. His cheeks are bright red as he stares at the place in the hallway you disappeared from. In the meanwhile, you hum as you put the disinfectant away. You stop in your room to grab some of Reese’s clothes he had left there over time so he has a fresh pair of clothes to change into.
Walking back into the living room where Reese is still frozen in shock, you smile noticing the state you put him in with your simple kiss. You throw a pair of clothes at him, taking him out of his trance, “Here, go put these on, you can spend the night since it's getting late.” You tell him, sitting in the spot you were comfortable in before he arrived.
The melted bowl of ice cream is sitting on the table unnoticed and melted, the romcom playing on the tv still. You turn the movie off and go to find Reese’s favorite, curling up in your throw blanket. Reese walks out from your bedroom in his flannel pajama pants and blue hoodie with a skull design. He plops himself down right next to you, closer than usual. Your thighs are touching as you go to press play on the movie.
“Spiderman?” Reese asks, “You remembered it was my favorite,” The corners of his mouth turn upwards into a soft smile. The fact you knew made him fall for you even harder.
“How could I forget?” You giggled, “You’re always ranting about it to me,” You lay half of the blanket over Reese as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. He pulls you even closer and plants a soft kiss on your head as the movie begins.
“Reese,” You whisper during a slow part of the movie, “How come you always head straight to my house after a fight?” You continue, “And don’t say you don’t wanna get in trouble cause you still will anyway and your mom is used to you getting in fights.”
His shoulders drop as you call out his lie. He sighs quietly before speaking, “I guess I just like it when you take care of me. You’re always so sweet and understanding about it. And I kinda just like you and your presence in general.” He whispers, staring at his feet like he’s admitting defeat.
Both of your cheeks flush pink at his final addition. It takes you a second to realize what he was implying. He likes you as more than a friend. You can’t put words together after his confession. Instead, you turn to him and cup his cheek with your hand. You move in and put your lips on his to reciprocate your feelings. His lips feel soft against yours despite his lower one being split.
After a couple seconds you pull away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. Your faces are still close together with your foreheads almost touching. You both move back to your prior positions, his arm around you as you rest your head on his shoulder. The movie continues on as you both drift off to sleep on your couch while laying in each other’s arms. In the morning you’ll both have to face your feelings but for now none of that matters.
a/n: hi everyone sorry for the delay on this! its not as long as i was hoping but i cant figure out what else to add </3 also for the spiderman movie i was hoping to make it the amazing spiderman but due to it being released after the show was off air for a while i chose to go with the original spiderman with tobey maguire because it would’ve premiered during s3 and i imagine this taking place around s4/5
walking into my moms room this morning and seeing my sisters watching mitm was actually hilarious but then I realized they were actively watching it without me
