"reg?" You call from the kitchen. "Dinners ready. Bring Luna in with you."
"we'll be just a minute amour." He calls back from the living room where he had been with Luna for the past hour whilst you made dinner.
About 15 minutes later they still hadn't come in. That was odd, usually regulus would come straight away. You decide to go and investigate.
You leave the kitchen and turn the corner to enter the living room. When you do you can't help but laugh.
Regulus is sat in the middle of the carpet, Luna Infront of him, sticking different coloured stickers all over his face and body.
"aww Luna you've made Reggie all pretty." You coo at them both.
Regulus frowns at you playfully when you take out your phone to capture this moment in a photograph. You smile as you playfully chide then for not going to get their food before it got cold.
Luna gets up and her little legs run towards the kitchen. Regulus gets up to start trailing behind her but before he can go too far, you pull him in for a quick kiss.
***
Regulus sits and eats his food covered in stickers. He helps wash the dishes covered in stickers. He watches tv covered in stickers. He nearly goes to bed covered in stickers.
If you didn't know him well, you'd assume he'd forgotten about them. However, you knew how sentimental regulus was. He did all those things covered in stickers because Luna put them there and he adored Luna as If she was his own daughter.
Maybe he felt that way because of who Luna reminded him of.
You know that if she'd have been here still, she would've howled with laughter at that photo you took of regulus, maybe one day (when she's older) Luna will too..
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When your boyfriend had first told you he was kicked out you were worried. You'd asked if he wanted to stay at yours. When he refused, you started to worry even more. Then, he told you he'd started renting an apartment. That was.. surprising to say the very least.
Reese who couldn't tidy up after himself, Reese who'd never lived alone before, Reese who didn't know how bank statements worked was living in and renting an apartment.
"are you sure you're ok?" You'd asked the last time you had spoken over the phone.
"I'm sure, don't worry. The guys that live on my floor are nice enough."
"ok, but you know if anything happens you can come to mine?"
"course I know that. But nothing going to happen, I have it all under control."
"if you're sure Reese..."
"you should come over, not now it's late but maybe Thursday? I'll make dinner." He offered, sounding hopeful. You really weren't sure about it but you didn't want to hurt his feelings and say no, so you accepted.
"I'm free Thursday." You replied before the two of you said your goodbyes and hung up.
***
Thursday: 6pm
You arrive at the apartment complex Reese told you to go to. You ascend the stairs to the third floor, Reese's floor. You stand outside of his door for a while, debating wether you should just go home but then you remember how excited he'd sounded when he'd asked you to come over and you couldn't stand him up.
So you knocked. And then you waited.
The door opens to reveal Reese, who was smiling widely as if he had been waiting for you. He enveloped you in a hug before letting you inside to his surprising clean apartment.
"wow Reese, this is.. this is nice. Really nice." You say trying not to sound too shocked.
"I know right! I just got a new convection oven aswel."
"how on earth did you afford-" your start but are cut off by a knock at the door.
Reese opens it to reveal hal and lois, his parents. They look as apologetic as they'd get (they were never really the apologetic kind, even when in the wrong). You look towards them and then at Reese.
"Reese." Lois starts only to be stopped by Reese trying to explain himself and how he'd been affording his rent.
However, he then comes onto the topic of his brand new oven. Hal asks the question that you were going to before their arrival.
"Reese how did you afford that? It looks expensive." He states going to look at the oven.
Just as Reese is about to answer his dad, he gets a phone call. A call from his credit card company. You can see the disbelief in hals expression and the fury building in Lois's as the company reveal the extent of Reese's purchases to the people he hoped would never find out.
Lois snatched the phone from Reese, hanging it up and grabbing him by the ear to drag him home. You stand there unsure of what to do before hal tells you to come along.
***
Back at the Wilkerson household, you're waiting in the boys room with Malcolm whilst lois yells again Reese in the kitchen.
When he walks into the room he looks dejected and disappointed, he was really proud of the way he was handling the house and he knew that Francis -and to an extent- his parents were too. He didn't get that kind of approval from them often so when he did, he never wanted it to end.
Malcolm leaves the room when he realises that there's nothing going on outside anymore. That leaves you two alone.
You sit on his bed with your arms open ready for him to crawl into. It hurt to see him so upset with himself but at the same time you could see why his parents were mad. However it didn't change that your boyfriend was upset.
You spent the rest of the night holding onto him whilst he slept, making sure he knew that you were still proud of him.
You didn't get dinner but you did get to comfort and cuddle with your boyfriend all night, which in your opinion was better than any meal he could've made (sorry not sorry?). Just being with him was enough for you.
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Since finding out about the whole werewolf thing, you'd been finding it hard to sleep. The thoughts of the supernatural and it's involvement with your friends had plagued your mind for the past week making it impossible for your brain to switch off.
At first, nobody had really noticed your lack of sleep. You were pretty good at hiding it by consuming an energy drink every morning. However it got to a point where the caffeine wasn't enough anymore. That was when people started to notice, stiles in particular.
After that, you began avoiding people. You didn't want them to worry, especially with all that werewolf stuff they already had to worry about.
However, one day after classes, stiles managed to corner you.
"hey" he says. You weren't sure wether it was a greeting or he said it to get your attention. Either way, it didn't matter, he had your attention.
"what going on?" He asks, getting straight to the point.
"nothing" you reply.
"you can't lie to me. You have bags the size of suitcases under your eyes. Spill."
"just haven't been getting a lot of sleep recently."
"yeah.." he urges you to continue. "How come?"
"nothing.. just school" you try to lie not wanting to give away the real reason. You didn't want him to regret telling you or to think you couldn't handle it.
"you're lying again."
"I'm not"
"you are. Come on, I'm taking you home." He says, leaving no room for an argument before he's pulling you by your wrist to his jeep.
He had an inkling on the real reason you couldn't sleep. He'd been the same when he first found out about Scott's lycanthropy. It had bothered him for weeks. He couldn't switch off from it and he suspected that the same was happening to you right now.
However he thought better if bringing it up right now and decided to focus on getting you home first and atleast into bed before saying anything.
***
You arrive at your house around 15 minutes later. You're still awake even though stiles had hoped that the car ride might possibly help you to fall asleep.
He got out of the car and then went over to your side to help you out and into your house.
"I can get out myself sti." You try to argue. Stiles holds back a sarcastic reply.
He gets you inside and up to your room, watching you take off your shoes as your sit on your bed. He knows that if he directly confronts your fatigue you'll deny it so he is forced to take another approach.
He over exaggerates a yawn once you're done taking your shoes off.
"y' know I'm really tired..." He says.
"you can lay down if you want to" you reply gesturing to your bed.
"it's also quite cold, I don't think the blankets going to do it for me." He hints not so discreetly.
"what are you trying to imply?"
"get in with me?"
"we haven't shared a bed since we were like 12 sti."
"oh come on"
"fine" you say getting into your bed with him.
"so" he starts, "What's been keeping you up lately?"
"werewolves.." you answer honestly to Stiles' surprise. He'd expected it to be way harder to get the real answer out of you.
"yeah?"
"yeah"
"I was the same when I first figured it out."
"really?"
"yeah, couldn't sleep for weeks. It's like my brain only wanted to think about Scott and werewolves and about the night it happened. It was constant." He confessed. "That's how I knew something was up with you. Well that, and I'm your best friend so I notice whenever things are up with you."
"thank you sti"
"you're alright." He replies, not knowing exactly what you were thanking him for. He figured he could ask later on as you were falling asleep now. Finally.
He stayed there all night whilst you slept. He eventually fell asleep himself but he was there when you woke up.
You felt way better when you woke up, more refreshed and rested. You were eternally grateful for stiles,more grateful than he'd ever know.
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"well Shakespeare did that because he wanted to criticise the way-" you cut yourself off to look up at Reese who is currently staring out of the window. "Reese! Are you even listening?"
"yeah, yeah of course I'm listening."
"what did I just say then?"
"you asked me if I was listening."
"before that."
"uhm..."
You roll your eyes at him as you take your notes and put them Infront of him. "The soliloquy. That's what I was talking about."
"oh yeah, the soliloquy! I knew that." He says, furrowing his eyebrows. "But what's a soliloquy?"
You sigh, putting your head in your hands before re-explaining to Reese what a soliloquy was and why it was important to the book.
***
Around 20 minutes later you're back in the same situation as you were earlier, however this time, you're also extremely done with this. Mostly because of how difficult it is to get Reese to actually listen to you but partly because Shakespeare was utterly boring and confusing.
You'd given Reese a question about Macbeth to plan an essay for and he was surprisingly focused on his task. You, however, no longer had anything to do which was proving to be very boring and strangely tiring.
You didn't want to interrupt Reese by trying to talk to him. You also didn't want to interrupt by resting your head on his shoulder so you settled for his desk instead.
***
You had no idea how long you been sat with your head down like that. You assumed you'd fallen asleep when you felt Reese prodding you and telling you he was done.
"hm?" You hum sitting up.
"I'm done!" He exclaims, proud of himself but his smile falters when he sees the far away expression in your eyes. "You tired?"
"no, no I'm fine"
"are ya sure? I'm pretty sure you just fell asleep back then." He explains. "And you know, I could use a rest too..."
"it's fine, really."
"come on baby.." He pleads with adorable puppy eyes.
The combination of the nickname and the eyes makes you cave. "Fine. But if your mum comes in and gets mad again, it's completely on you."
"done!" He replies with no hesitation at all, getting up from the chair and rushing to his bed.
He gets in then opens the other side of the covers to let you in. You get up from your chair and walk towards his bed with feigned reluctance.
His hand moves straight to your hair, brushing through it gently which causes you to fall straight asleep.
Soon after, so does he.
***
Around an hour later, his parents arrive back home. They walk through the house and towards the boys room where they'd left you trying to teach Reese shakespeare.
"how's the studying go-" Lois says as she reaches the threshold.
She looks to hal with a small smile on her face. Her usually reckless, irresponsible son, holding onto his girlfriend whilst they both slept was definitely an image she didn't expect to see. She could definitely get used to it though. It was a nice contrast to how he usually was.
"should we wake em?" Hal asks in a whisper.
"nah, leave them. I've never seen Reese so.. so calm." She says, a small hint of disbelief and fondness In her tone.
Hal wraps his arm around Lois's shoulder as they stand in the doorway for a couple more seconds, taking in how gently and protectively Reese was holding onto you even in sleep.
"he really loves her.." hal states.
"she's a good influence on him." Lois adds before leaving the two of you to rest.
Lois would never admit this, but she liked you. A lot. You were good for Reese. You brought out a soft side of him that not even his family saw.
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This wasn't your first show. It was, however, the first time your girlfriend Marlene would be watching you. You couldn't remember ever feeling this nervous before a show, not even before your first show were you this nervous!
As show time rapidly approaches, you start to get ready. Your hair is done, makeup is done, outfit is on. And you've re tuned your guitar at least ten times already.
You're so focused on making sure it's properly tuned again to notice Sirius walking up to you.
"I think it's in tune love."
"yeah, I know.."
"well come on then! We have pre gig beers." He says leading you to the main dressing room where the others were.
***
Once you step inside you feel the tension start to melt away. Being with the rest of the band was more than enough to calm you down before a particularly nerve wracking show.
You feel yourself smiling for the first time since you arrived at the venue hours ago.
"what got you all wound up then?" Sirius asks, his arm around you as you both sit on the sofa.
"Marlene's coming to watch tonight." You confess.
A chorus of "ooh Marlene" and "aww your girlfriend's coming" come from the other, mostly James and Sirius.
You sigh and roll your eyes at them fondly, sinking into the sofa and hoping it'd swallow you. You loved your band mates however they knew exactly how to embarrass you, even if nobody was there to witness it but them.
"on a serious note," the voice of reason, Remus, finally pipes up. "You'll be fine. You always are. You know how to play, tonight's no different."
"you're sure?" You ask.
"course I'm sure! You're not going to suddenly forget how to play just cause your girlfriend's coming to watch. Come on, we got ten. Go get ready."
***
There's now 2 minutes until you go on. You're all waiting in the wing if the stage for your queue when your phone buzzes.
A text from Marlene lights up the screen.
Marls: good luck! Can't wait to watch. I got barricade!!
You smile before turning off your phone and placing it on a table by the side of the stage, ready for your performance to be the best one yet.
***
The four of you play the best you ever have. The set is amazing and the crowd have gone absolutely wild for it. You see the wide grin on Marlene's face when you play a cover of her favourite song. It made the hour of convincing the boys all worth it to see her smile like that.
Throughout the set you smile at Marlene. You try not to get too distracted by her presence but it's difficult when she's right there on the front row and looks so beautiful however you manage to play the set with minimal mistakes.
You couldn't help but steal glances at her curled hair during your set, the blonde in her hair glowing under the spotlights.
Once you got off the stage you could finally relax. You were done, you did it. You played Infront of your girlfriend for the first time and she seemed to really enjoy it.
As you step into the backstage area you see Marlene waiting for you, her cherry red nails reaching out for a hug.
You run to her, wrapping your arms around her in an instant.
"oh you were amazing my love!" She exclaims hugging you tighter.
"thank you marly" you smile kissing her cheek.
"was It a coincidence that you played my favourite song or..."
"it most definitely was not!" James exclaims from behind you.
"yeah she was trying to convince us to play it for atleast an hour before the show." Sirius adds.
You hide your head in her neck to try and and hide the pinkish hue that was slowly spreading across your cheeks.
"that's cute" she teases, lifting your head from her neck.
"really is, isn't it Jamie?" Sirius says.
"it is" James replies.
"enough teasing you two." Remus butts in looking at you and Marlene apologetically. "Leave the poor girl alone. She just wanted to do something nice for her girlfriend."
"let me do something nice back." Marlene says before placing a finger beneath your chin to pull your lips onto hers.
You stand a litre in shock before melting into her kiss. After a couple of seconds she pulls away, leaving your cheeks much brighter than they were after James and Siriuss teasing.
"shit.. you're like tomato red.." Sirius smiles.
"thanks for that Sirius." You deadpan.
"it's sweet" Marlene says gazing at you with a wide smile.
It's at this moment you wonder what you were so nervous about. Her praises made you feel silly for worrying about her watching for the first time and her kiss made you feel utterly stupid for it.
If every show she watched went the way this one did, well she'd just have to come and watch every single one and you're sure that she wouldn't hesitate to say yes.
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Summary: the aftermath of Sirius' death. Set in ootp.
Tw: light angst?? Mention of death, bad mental health. Greif, possibly strange wars of dealing with grief?? I'm not sure pls correct me if that's wrong. Also let me know if I've missed anything.
Things between you and Remus hadn't been the same since Sirius died. Anyone would think that a tragedy such as this would bring two people closer together, however in your case it seemed to be tearing your relationship apart.
You'd gotten to the stage of grief where you were still extremely upset but just unable to cry anymore. Numbness. You barely got out of bed, you hadn't showered in who knows how long.
And then there was Remus.
He was pretty much the same. Some nights, however, you'd hear him crying softly when he thought you were asleep.
He wouldn't get out of bed much either. The same one you were in, yet you hadn't spoke in days. Hadn't hugged him in days. Hadn't heard a sound other than quiet crying from him in days. It was like torture. You didn't know wether he wanted you to talk to him or to touch him but god's you wanted to. You missed him. You needed him.
***
After three more excruciating days, you decide that enough is enough. This silence is awful. You don't want to continue like this.
You roll over to face him. His back is turned to you so you take it as an opportunity to speak. You know he's awake, so you take your chance.
"rem?" You whisper, voice hoarse from a lack of use. "Can I hug you?"
He doesn't say anything, just turns over to face you and opens his arms just enough for you to slot yourself into them.
You feel a couple of soft kisses being placed in your hair alongside some light tears as you stay as close as humanly possible to him. You stay like that for around half an hour until you speak again.
"rem?"
"yeah"
"I.. I have a peice of his hair...'
"you.. what..?"
"I have a peice of his hair."
He moves to try and look at your face but you stay clinging onto his chest not wanting him to move. You'd missed him, your didn't want to let him go.
"dove..." He tries to reason with you. "What do you mean? How did you get his hair, I.. he just.." he stops himself there, not wanting to reimagine the way Sirius' body floated away like a bag in the wind.
When he tries yet again to move you hold onto him tighter. "Lovely, can you get his hair..? To show me, I won't take it."
"don't want to let you go."
"you're alright.. I won't go anywhere.."
You sigh and sit up. You reach under your pillow and pull out a small plastic bag with a couple of locks of Sirius' hair in. You hand it to him and he inspects the bag seeing that it is infact the hair of your deceased lover.
Once he puts it down he reaches for you and pulls you back in. He holds you tight for the rest of the night not letting go once, even in his sleep.
***
A few weeks later the two of you are doing better. You've been leaving the house again and taking care of yourselves.
One day, a parcel comes through your door. One from a muggle company you didn't recognise. It was addressed to Remus anyway.
"Remus?"
"yes dove" he replies from where he's reading his book in your living room.
"there's a parcel here for you." You say going to give it to him.
"ah yes. My parcel. You can open it lovely."
"alright." You reply, opening the small box.
You open it to reveal two small silver necklaces. They had small hearts on the end, with clasps?
You take them to him, slightly confused. "Is this your order?" You ask.
"yes. It is." He says. Before you can ask, he speaks again. "Dove, do you still have his hair?"
"I do, yes. Why?"
"can you go get it for me please?"
You're confused but you go along with it anyway. Once you come down with the bag, Remus had unboxed the necklaces and they're laid open on the table. He gestures for you to come closer and he takes the bag.
On the inside of the necklace, you spot a small photo of the three of you. Remus, Sirius and you. Smiling, laughing, looking alive. Together. The sight of it made your heart clench.
Remus opens the bag and places a little bit of the hair in each locker before closing them. He takes one and presses it into your hand. You look at it. Such a small thing, yet so meaningful and so... special.
You look at him and he looks at you before nodding.
"so he'll always be close.." he mumbles placing the necklace around your neck before doing the same to his own.
"thank you." You reply going to hug him, tears glossing over your eyes.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other, keeping the other close by.
Sirius was gone.
That wasn't going to change.
You still had Remus.
That wasn't going to change either.
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Having your period sucked but what made it a million times worse was having painful cramps. And if you thought that was as bad as it could get, imagine having cramps so painful you'd had to cancel the one thing you'd been looking forward to all week, a date with your boyfriend Reese.
You'd phoned him the morning of to let him know. The disappointment in both your voices was prominent as you broke the news to him and he reluctantly had to accept the less than ideal circumstance.
***
*Reese's pov*
He'd been mopping around all day after you had to cancel your date. He was looking forward to it, as were you. He was still mopping when his mum, Lois, had gotten home from work at 4pm.
Being a mother, she noticed. Of course she had to ask. Her usually troublesome son, slumped on the sofa instead of doing something that was most likely illegal. There was definitely something wrong.
"Reese what are you doing? Aren't you meant to be going on a date." She pauses to check her watch. "In two hours? You're not even ready yet. You still need to take a shower. Come on get up!"
"she cancelled." He grumbles from the sofa.
"what, why?" Lois asks, the shock evident in her tone.
"she's got bad cramps. Stupid periods."
Lois has to hide her smirk behind her hand at that. Its only a few seconds before she's composed herself and is grabbing Reese's arm to pull him up from the sofa and into the kitchen.
"cook her something. You're good at cooking. Go."
He spent the next couple of hours in the kitchen crafting the best cinnamon rolls her had ever made especially for you.
***
At around 6pm, he's knocking at your front door, cinnamon rolls, chocolate, pain killers and flowers in hand.
You mum opens the door. She looks a tiny bit confused when she sees Reese stood there with flowers, amongst other items, in his hands.
"Reese, did she not call? She told me she did i-"
"oh, no she did. It's ok. I just wanted to come see if she's alright?"
"oh, yes of course. That's fine. She's upstairs, I'm her room. You know where it is." She says with a kind smile. At first, she and your dad were wary of Reese, they knew all about his reputation and that of his family however after getting to know him and his family they realised that they were actually lovely people. And after seeing how Reese cares for you, theyre more than happy to have him around you.
***
Reese takes his shoes off and leaves them by the door before heading up the stairs to your room. Once he gets there, he knocks gently before opening the door after hearing you say come in.
When you see him walk in with flowers, it makes you want to cry. He did truly look after you.
He comes and sits next to you on your bed, placing the flowers on your bedside table along with the small paper bag he was using to carry what he'd brought you.
"hey, you ok?" He asks, his tone laced with sympathy as he places his hand in your hair.
"a bit better than earlier.." you mumble. "You didn't have to come you know."
"I know." He says matter of factly. "But I wanted to. I hope that's ok."
"better than ok." "Thank you for the flowers by the way." You add lifting up your blanket for reese to get under.
"I brought you other things too." He replies, slipping under the cover and pulling you closer to him.
"really?" You ask, the urge to cry coming back. Stupid hormones.
"really. I got painkillers cause my mum said that you might need them, and chocolate and I made you cinnamon rolls."
"cinnamon rolls?"
"yeah"
"with icing?"
"of course, extra icing even."
You snuggle closer to him, winding how you got so lucky to have a boyfriend who loves you enough to make your cinnamon rolls with extra icing.
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They have a toddler who does something stupid and reader has crying laughing whilst Remus tries to be a good parent
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Summary: Remus and readers toddler does something so absurd that reader is struggling to control her laughter at it whilst Remus is trying to be an effective parent.
"ok, thank you for letting me know. Me and my wife will deal with it later on. Alright, bye." Remus says putting his phone down.
"who was it?" You ask looking up from your crossword puzzle you were sat across from him doing.
"the nursery. Charlotte's said something inappropriate."
"What'd she say?"
"she called another kid 'a little shit' for taking a toy from her during play time."
You really try not to laugh but honestly you can't help it. "She most definitely did not get that from me."
"really?" Remus questions. "Didn't you call Sirius a little shit the other day?"
"I might have..."
***
After Remus gets home with Charlotte, the three of you are sat at the kitchen table together. Remus looks at you and you nod, encouraging him to speak.
"Lottie?" He says looking at your daughter.
"yes dada?"
"what do we say when people take toys from us at play time?"
"give it back little shit"
You really can't help but laugh at that. You try to cover it up with a cough but of course it didn't work. It was a stupid idea anyway. Remus just gives you a disappointed look whilst you fight to compose yourself.
Once you finally calm down, Remus continues.
"char sweetie, we can't call people that. It's not kind at all."
"but mama says it to uncle padfoot all the time!"
You can't take it anymore. This is far too funny than it needs to be. Remus looks at you, a little firmer this time. The situation is too funny to stay serious though. When Remus gives you get another disappointed look you decide to leave the kitchen whilst he finishes explaining to your daughter why what she said was not ok despite her mother finding so hilarious.
***
About 10 minutes later you walk back in. Charlotte's sat on Remus's lap looking rather upset now that she knows she was wrong. The look on her face makes your heart ache for her.
"it's not your fault sweet, I'm sorry" you say taking her from Remus' hold and into your own. "You look tired, bed?"
She mumbles something you assume is some sort of confirmation she's tired.
Your table her upstairs to get her ready for bed.
***
After around an hour, Remus is still downstairs waiting for you to come back down. However he's getting impatient and his need for a cup of tea is getting greater by the minute. He ventures upstairs and into your shared room to ask if you'd like one too when he sees you and Charlotte cuddles up in bed together, a book tented next to you.
He picks up the book and places it on the bedside table before stroking your hair. He heads back downstairs to make his cup of tea before joining his girls in bed.
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-Had a butch bestie, thought she was in love in him (because of Malcolm) and decided to confess to her even though he didn't liked her and wanted to be buddies (thanks Malcolm). Then she came out to him as a lesbian and his reaction was "FUCK YEAH SO WE CAN BE FRIENDS :D"
-Married a girl just so she could be happy (even though she cheated on him :( ) and never pressured her to have sex, respecting the fact she wanted to wait.
-Understood that women are living up unrealistic expectations from men in less that two days.
-Never once bullied Stevie, who was awfully mean to him, and when he meant to fight him he froze his legs so they'd be in equal conditions.
-Was not afraid of cook even though it was a girly hobby.
-Helped to elderly ppl to have a romantic day without judging them for falling in love at such a late age (it turned out to be an affair... but the intention was good).
-Learned how to take care of a baby to make a mistake up to his mom.
If Reese, a jerk, bully and idiot, is a better person than you... you should start worrying.
You had a lot of friends. You weren't popular by any means, you just liked to speak to people. Recently, you'd been speaking to Alison more.
She was a really close friend of yours but you hadn't been able to spend much time with her recently due to her always being with her boyfriend Scott. So when she asked you to come and hang out with her after school, you gladly accepted. And then the next day when she asked you to come sit with her at lunch. Then the next when she asked you to study with her.
You'd been having a lot of fun catching up with her over your recent hang outs. It was nice to hear about her and Scott and about her family. However whilst you and Alison continued to spend time together, you didn't realise how little time you'd been spending with the boy you had labelled as your best friend back in your first year of middle school. Stiles.
***
Currently stiles was sat eating lunch with Scott whilst you and Alison were in the library together for the fourth time this week. He was being abnormally quiet, which Scott picked up on. Of course.
"what's up?" He asked the other boy who was currently displaying an expression that resembled one of a kicked puppy.
"nothing."
Scott just gave him a blank stare saying nothing but also everything to stiles all at once, making him start to talk.
"fine, it's just that y/n's been spending loads of time with Alison recently. It's like she's forgotten about me or something." He said sounding slightly pathetic. Even to himself.
Scott had to hold back a smile at his friends dejected tone. "I'm sure she's not forgotten about you. She's got a lot of friends y'know but you're definitely her favourite. I'm sure if you just went and spoke to her all this would be cleared up."
"yeah, yeah I'll speak to her." Stiles all but sighed, getting up to go to his final class of the day.
***
After the final bell, you met stiles by his locker as you always did at the end of the day as you usually got dropped home by him.
"hey sti, ready to go?" You ask
"I've got lacrosse practice today, remember?" He reminds you, trying not to sound frustrated that you'd forgotten.
"mind if I stay and watch? My dad won't be able to come and get me yet."
"yeah that's fine."
You're confused by his sudden bluntness but you brush if off as stress about practice or school as you head towards the field to get a bench to sit on and watch.
***
When you get out there, you spot Alison so you go over and sit with her. You both end up chatting for most of the practice, hardly watching any of it.
Meanwhile stiles has noticed you and Alison from where he and Scott were on the pitch.
"seriously!" He mumbles exasperatedly.
"what?" Scott says following his friends gaze to where you and his girlfriend were sat. "Oh. You know she's allowed to have other friends. Or is it something else?"
"something else?"
"mhm" he pauses for effect and to see the look of realisation blossom onto stiless face. "Like the crush you've had on her for years. Just admit it, you're getting jealous."
"shut up! I'm not jealous it just bothers me that.. oh my god! I'm jealous!" He whisper shouts in response, the realisation hitting him like a ton of bricks.
"You need to talk to her sti" he explains before running onto the pitch to start their training drills.
***
After his practice you're waiting outside the changing rooms for stiles to come out when you see Scott.
"stiles there?" You ask
"yeah he'll be just a sec" he explains giving stiles a look that says 'tell her'.
A few seconds later, stiles walks out holding his empty water bottle in one hand and the keys to his beat up jeep in the other.
You get to his car and you both sit in silence until you get to your house.
"d' you wanna come inside? Mums been asking about you." You say hesitantly seeing as stiles had been a bit quiet on the way over.
"I'm alright."
"you're sure? I think she's been baking today and I kno-"
"I said I'm alright." He cuts you off.
"right what on earth is going on with you this week?!" You snap back at him.
"nothing!"
"seriously stiles. Don't lie."
"forget it. I'm sure Allison's waiting for you to call, wouldn't want to get in the way."
"what?" You question furrowing your brows at him. "What's Allison got to with any of this?"
He doesn't speak.
"stiles."
"fine! I'm jealous of her. Of how much time she gets to spend with you. For how often she gets to talk to you. It seems as if recently all you want to do is be with Allison."
"I.. I'm sorry sti I.. I"
"you didn't know. Of course you didn't! I mean I've had a crush on you for years and you've never even noticed!"
"you.. what?!"
He freezes like he realises that he's just admitted his crush on you. The one that he's been hiding for years. The one that he swore he'd never tell anyone about. The one he just told you about.
He's about to say something. He opens his mouth, then closes it. He goes to open it again but this time his lips are met with yours.
They're soft and taste like your favourite vanilla lip balm, the one he would often ask to borrow. He tastes like mint gum, the type you're constantly 'borrowing' from him.
When you pull apart he stares at you in a mixture of what you can only describe as shock mixed with awe and amazement.
"let's go inside, shall we?" You say opening the car door.
"yeah.. let's go."
***
The rest of the evening was spent watching stupid movies and eating the biscuits and cupcakes your mum had made during the day. You weren't entirely sure what the two of you were now but that was another conversation for another time, right now you were completely content to enjoy the present.
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Malcolm had been scheming constantly since that day at your house. He needed to come up with something to get you and Reese to atleast get to know eachother better. He saw the potential you both had. Sure you were polar opposites but opposites attract. In yourself and Reese's case, you balanced eachother out perfectly in Malcolms eyes. You were smart, Reese wasn't. Reese was a great cook, you weren't. He could talk for hours and you could listen. The list goes on and on.
His attempts so far had been completely useless and utterly stupid.
For example, a week ago he'd tried to get the two of you to sit with him at lunch. Reese had flat out refused and you'd made some excuse about having homework to do.
A few days before that, he'd asked you to his house to study. You agreed but the only problem was that Reese hadn't been there.
Everything he tried had been futile.
***
He was sat with Stevie eating lunch when he'd thought of it.
"I've got it!" He exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat.
"got... what?" Stevie breathed out.
"how I'm going to get them to talk properly."
"and how... Are you.. going.. to do... That?"
"there's a party tonight. I'm going to take them both with me but then ditch them together so they have no choice but to talk." He recites.
"I can convince her.." Malcolm replies, hesitation creeping into his tone as he looks over to where you're sat with Cynthia, studying for an upcoming test.
Before Stevie can reply with some other major flaw in Malcolm's plan, he's walking over to you, ready to put his plan into action.
***
"hey!" He says, trying to act normal.
"hey Malcolm" you reply, not needing to look up to know it was him.
"there's a party on tonight.." he starts, looking towards his feet as he speaks. "I was wondering if you'd come with me and Reese."
"I.. I don't know Malcolm.." you answer, your voice adopting an apologetic tone as your eyes met his. "Parties aren't really my thing."
"come on, it'll be fun." He pleads.
"maybe, but I'll have to ask my mum."
Malcolm smiles hearing this. He knows that your mum was constantly encouraging you to go out more and to speak to more people your age so there wouldn't be any difficulty getting her to say yes.
"alright, I'll see you later? We can meet at mine at 6:30?"
"ok, see ya later Malcolm."
***
*the Wilkerson house - 6:15 pm*
Malcolm's plan was going perfectly so far, all he had to do was tell Reese to get ready. He walked into their shared bedroom to find Reese in the bathroom, not doing his hair but instead tending to his bloody nose and bruised knuckles.
"Reese! What- how?" Malcolm half yells at his brother.
"I got into a fight on the way home. It's not a big deal. We can still go to your stupid party." He replies with an annoyed tone.
"what did you get into a fight for this time?!"
"it doesn't matter, alright."
"seriously Reese, what did you do?"
"I told you, it doesn't matter. Just give me a few minutes, I'll be fine."
"Reese."
"fine. Some idiot was running his mouth about that krelboyne friend of yours."
"so you fought him..?"
"yeah." He mutters feeling the heat at the tops of his ears and the base of his neck. "She's alright. Didn't want some idiot spreading lies about her." He says as if this whole thing was absolutely nothing to him.
Malcolm was just about to try and, yet again, make a point about Reese's crush on you when the doorbell rang. You were here.
"that'll be her" Malcolm announces, heading towards the door.
***
When you walk in, Reese is abnormally quiet as he tends to his injuries.
Malcolm, in a sudden stroke of genius, suggests something. "Hey, how about you put on a cd. Reese?"
"I'm busy." He states matter of factly, not looking away from the mirror as he continued to tend to his nose.
Malcolm was just about to ask you if you wanted to put on a cd but it seemed you'd had an unexpected bout of courage. You had approached Reese. The best part was that Malcolm hadn't had to do anything at all. The three of you hadn't even left to go to the party, let alone put Malcolm's plan into action and the two of you were about to talk.
"what you're doing Is extremely ineffective." You said, making Malcolm's heart drop. You had a tendancy to do this to people, he knew you meant well but it wouldn't come across to others that way. You were trying to correct Reese, there was no way this would go well.
"here." You add, taking the towel he's was using and replacing it with a new one. "You need to apply some pressure, not just dab it. Like this" you gently hold the towel up to his still bleeding nose.
To Malcolm's utter surprise all Reese did was mutter out a small "thanks" whilst he tried to hide the faint tinge of pink his cheeks were brushed with.
***
Around an hour later you're still stood holding a towel up to Reese's nose, the bleeding had probably stopped long ago but it seemed the two of your didn't mind the proximity but if anyone asked, you were just making sure the bleeding had definitely stopped.
Malcolm walks back into the room, his steps heavy and petulant as he begins to speak - or rather, complain.
"the party started an hour ago. Is he seriously still bleeding?"
"I think it's stopped now." You explain, removing the towel and examining his face with a frown. "But look at him. He's not really in the best state to go to a party."
Malcolm groans, looking up to the ceiling with his eyes closed.
"you go to the stupid party." Reese says as if Malcolm was supposed to have thought of this himself, well he was the smart one. "We'll catch up."
***
You and Reese never did catch up. You spent the rest of the evening tending to his wounds and gently cleaning the dried blood off of his face in a soft silence.
Once Reese was in a state you deemed satisfactory, the two of you sat on his bed in the same comfortable silence you'd been in all evening.
However that was broken by Reese. "We should probably go and catch up with my dumb brother."
"are you sure you're up to that?"
He hesitates so you fill his silence with a different suggestion. "It's ok if you don't want to go. I'm sure Malcolm won't mind and.. I don't either."
"ya like horror movies?" He asks getting up, offering you his hand.
"yeah." You respond taking the hand he so kindly offered.
***
Instead of partying like Malcolm had intended, the two of you ended up on the sofa watching any crappy horror film you could find, slowly inching closer to eachother until his arm was round you and your head was on his shoulder.
Malcolm's plan hadn't worked out the way he'd wanted it to at all. The two of you didn't even make it to the party. However it was hard for him to be mad when he'd come home to see you and Reese cuddled up on the sofa asleep Infront of the TV.
He'd still done it.
You were somewhat together now and he was going to take all the credit for it.
He couldn't help but smile widely to himself as he walked to his room. Somehow his plan now working had actually worked out, his best friend and older brother finally seemed to acknowledge their crushes on eachother and whatever happened in the morning... Well that wasn't a problem for now.
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My Reese mini series is now done! This was also my first fic with multiple parts so I do hope it was good and made sense.
Part two!! I decided I'd just write it anyway because I felt like it and I also had a good idea for it. I might also just turn this into a mini series.
"so Reese." Malcolm says. "You wanna come with me to y/n's this afternoon."
"absolutely not. I do not want to be associated with.. with krelboynes." Reese exclaims. Malcolm was expecting this, he had another trick up his sleeve.
"she's got a guitar.." Malcolm adds trying to convince his brother, who clearly had a crush on you, to come with him.
"fine." He replies. "Just don't involve me in your boring school stuff."
"deal."
Malcolm didn't expect it to be that easy to convince him, but at the same time he did. Ever since that day you and Reese had spoken about CDs together, he'd been acting strange whenever you'd been brought up.
For example, at dinner the other day, the boys mother had asked when you'd be coming over next and the tops of Reeses ears had gone pink. It had only gotten worse when Malcolm had brought your conversation up.
Since that day Malcolm had been trying to make his brother get to know you better and speak to you more. This was his chance.
***
That afternoon they were walking to your house.
"so.." Malcolm started. "Are you ever going to come to terms with your crush on her?"
"I don't she's a k-"
"krelboyne like me. Yeah I get it, but you two seemed to get along really well and you're walking with me to her house right now."
"so what?"
"so.. maybe you'd be good together.."
"shut up" Reese replied, punching his brother in the arm to try and distract him from the shade of bright pink that his ears had turned and the identical shade that was creeping up his neck.
***
Eventually the two of them reach your door. Malcolm knocks and you answer, moving aside so the two boys can enter.
They stepped inside, taking your house in. It was nothing like theirs. It was a whole lot nicer. Bigger too.
After a little while you decide to break their silence as they looked around your house.
"did you want to go upstairs?" You asked quietly
"yeah, of course. Sure" Malcolm replied, he and Reese following you up to your room.
***
In your room you and Malcolm set up your study material whilst Reese just loiters around. You look at Malcolm sort of confused.
"I thought you said he wanted to study with us..?"
"absolutely not!" Reese cuts in before Malcolm can explain himself. "He said you had a guitar" he gestures towards Malcolm "and I wanted to see it for myself."
"oh it's over there" you say pointing to a corner where your guitar is placed amongst other things like an amp, cd player and CDs before going back to whatever studying you and Malcolm had planned.
***
After a while Reese slips out of the room probably to use the bathroom or get a drink. Malcolm takes this as an opportunity to ask you about reese and your feelings towards him, much like he'd done that day with Reese after you'd left.
"so, Reese then?"
"what about him" you say still focused on your work.
"do you like him?" Malcolm prys.
"yeah, I mean he seems alright. I didn't really at first but now I think he's fine." You reply, but looking up.
"that's not what I meant and you know it."
"whatever do you mean Malcolm?" You ask with feigned confusion.
Malcolm was about to speak again but Reese walked back in holding three bottles of water, placing two next to you and Malcolm and taking the other for himself. It didn't matter. Your lack of a proper answer told Malcolm all he needed to know. You liked Reese.
All Malcolm had to do now was find a way to try and get the two of you together. It couldn't be that hard...
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I have no plans for this mini series at all so I hope I can think of something loll
Also I love that Malcolm is being a wingman for his brother and friend even if they don't know it yet.
reader has been malcolms weird krelboyne friend for a while now to reese however one day that changes as they bond over music
Reese Wilkerson x fem reader
Summary: to Reese you've always been just one of Malcolm's krelboyne friends, but when he actually starts to talk to you he realises you're actually quite cool
A/n: ok so this is my first mitm fic and I'm very excited so I hope it's good!!
"hey Malcolm, I didn't know you liked descendents." You said looking through the box of CDs that sat on his bed. "Or Weezer.. or sum 41..?"
"I don't." He replies from the desk he's sat at studying. "They're Reese's."
And as if on cue, Reese walks in.
You'd never really spoken to Reese. He was a year older and really not the type you'd usually speak to. You never clashed or argued, you just didn't speak. You'd both just accepted that you probably wouldn't hit it off if you spoke to eachother and decided to stay out of the others way.
However that was all about to change.
As you saw him walk in, you stepped away from his box of CDs, not wanting to seem nosy. But he noticed. Of course he did.
"you can look if you want." Reese said turning to you then looking down at the box on Malcolm and Dewey's bed. "Not that there'd be anything of interest to you in there." saying that last part quieter.
"thanks" you say continuing to look. "You have pretty good taste" you mumble just loud enough for him to hear.
"seriously? I didn't know krelboynes listened to this stuff."
You look up at him with a half glare then turn to look towards Malcolm who's sending him an identical look.
"jeez sorry.." he mutters under his breath as he joins you in looking through his CDs.
***
Throughout the next 25 minutes Reese occasionally pulls out a few albums and asks for your opinion.
"all killer, no filler - sum 41. Opinions?" He'd asked turning the album over in his hands.
"I like it. Probably my favourite of theirs but chuck is a close second." You'd replied before pulling out an album yourself to ask his opinions.
"cool to be you - descendents." You'd announced, pulling it out of the box.
"I love that song they did on that one, merican is it?" He answered in a contemplative tone.
"I like that one too" you said, a faint smile appearing on your lips.
You went on like that until your mum had shown up to come and get you after her shift. You were just about to give him your thoughts on Weezer's blue album when you heard her car pull up outside.
The thought of leaving actually made you feel rather upset. You'd had fun talking to Reese, him of all people, and you didn't want it to end. But all good things had to come to an end and this was one.
"that's my mum" you said picking up your bag from beside Malcolm's desk. "Bye Malcolm. See you tomorrow?"
"see you tomorrow" Malcolm replied.
"bye Reese" you say with a smile so small it was barely noticeable.
"bye.." he'd answered watching you leave their room.
"you like her, don't you?" Malcolm deadpans after watching Reese stare at the door you'd walked out of for around 5 minutes.
"y- no don't be stupid! She's a krelboyne, just like you!" He said, ears turning pinker by the second. "i dont like krelboynes.."
Malcolm just smiled to himself and continued his homework. The two of you would get together eventually and hed be there to say 'i told you so' but until then he'd have to just let it happen. Or maybe not..?
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You and Evan had been together for three months without your brother finding out. Don't get me wrong, you loved James, just not how 'overprotective' he could be when it came to romantic partners. He was always telling you who he didn't think would be good for you and unfortunately, Evan was on this list.
In actuality, Evan was pretty much perfect for you. Yes you had your disagreements,but so did every other couple and you'd always managed to make up afterwards. The two of you were very alike. You were both quiet, didn't like big parties, liked to read and had hobbies that others would find odd.
Your relationship had been kept a perfect secret, up until now.
***
You and Evan had been sat in the library together for around two hours. You had half finished essays out Infront of you that neither of you were paying attention to anymore. You were laughing and chatting together. Evan had his hand rested atop of one of yours.
James walks in as Evan reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes but quickly redacts it after seeing James. However it seems to be too late as James starts to approach the both of you.
"heya Jamie..." You say smiling awkwardly. "I was just uhm leaving? Have fun you two"
You get up to leave but James puts his arm out to stop you causing you to sigh, take a deep breath in and sit back down across from Evan.
As you sit down you catch Evans annoyed yet also hesitant stare.
"so what brings you he-" your start but get cut off by an understandably confused James.
"you" he breathes out with a mixture of surprise and upset. "Are with him?!" He says gesturing to Evan.
You look at the table, not wanting to meet either boys gaze. "James I was going to tell you I just knew you'd be like this."
"like what?!" He nearly shouts, causing the librarian to shoot him an icy glare.
"like this. All annoyed and dissaproving. I know you're not Evans biggest fan but I really like him."
He pauses. Opens his mouth then closes it again, most likely stopping himself from saying what he was planning to. "I.. I'm not annoyed. Not about him, I'm annoyed... That you felt like you couldn't tell me. I'm mad at myself.." he continues "I'm sorry bug. Forgive me?"
"forgiven." You say smiling faintly at him. "How did you find out anyway."
"Sirius told me."
"how did Sirius know?" You question looking and a rather sheepish Evan.
"well, I told reg who must've told sirius..." He mutters, pretending to sound ashamed of himself.
You see through his act and playfully swat his shoulder, pretending to be annoyed whilst you're fighting a smile.
James watched the two of you with a faint smile and a feeling of reluctant happiness. It was well known that he didn't like rosier however, when he made his sister this happy, how could he step between them?
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