ꕤ｡˚⋆ hii guys !! my name is gabi !! im 22 years old and im from the sweet city of chicago which definitely influences such a large portion of my life and interests (and my writing)
i wanted to make a quick about me but also a masterlist for my fanfics that i've written. i used to write soso much when i was younger but i stopped </3 quotev was my bitch and not a single member of my chemical romance was safe from my writing (sorry frank iero i love you) i made this account to separate my writing/mitm from my motorsports account and main bullshit account
i love malcolm in the middle (obvi) but i also love a variety of other things, including rock/grunge/punk music, horror movies, motorsports (save me daniel ricciardo), baseball, and video games (resident evil, devil may cry, silent hill, and metal gear solid are my shit)
im always open for making friends, my messages and asks are always open! be warned, im a little slow at replying sometimes but i WILL respond
this francis smut is already at 2k words and they havent even fucked yet, im turning this in as my final paper for one of my classes at this point. its longer than the required word count
edit: it most definitely will not be out tonight. my brother called and we talked for an hour and i got distracted
summary: (y/n) wilkerson is the face of the us women's soccer team. her husband, reese wilkerson, is unknown to the world, supporting his wife from the sidelines. however, when people started to talk about his daughter, he made himself very known.
pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader
fc: mallory swanson + photos from pinterest and justin berfield's instagram
cw: use of (y/n)... im so sorry everyone it had to be done </3, online hate, kinda short cuz im testing the waters with this, corny ending oops
author's note: making a quick smau to hold yall over while i lock tf in (and also because i've had this idea since mal scored her first goal since becoming a mom <3), if we like the smaus i might make more but if we hate it then this will be the only one, as always, enjoy !!!
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ynupdates: (Y/N) Wilkerson has been activated!
She gave birth to her daughter only five months ago but has recovered tremendously. She will be included on the roster.
Welcome back, (Y/N)!
user1: omg yay! the team has been so bad without her
user2: five months... the baby must be too much for her lol. i wonder what poor nanny has taken over
user3: she was pregnant?! i thought she just had an injury. who even is the father??
→ user4: probably her husband, her maiden name isn't wilkerson but she's following like eight different wilkersons. we may never know which one is her actual husband lol
→ user 3: damn! there are a lot of wilkersons that she follows :0 maybe it's the guy who's in charge of the food pantry and that's how they pay for a nanny
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yourusername: much much needed break but excited to return to the field!
leahinthemiddle: you're glowing mama! she's adorable <3
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→ yourusername: she's so excited to see you again!
user5: omg sneak peaks of hubbyyyy
user6: that baby is gonna see more of a babysitter than its own mom lol
→ user2: i've been saying that, already returning to pro sports so quickly is a bit weird...
→ user6: she posted an obligatory pic of the "husband" so people think she and the dad actually care for the baby
→ user4: lol fr, soft launching at her grown age he probably isn't even her real husband
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reesewilkerson: been a bit busy supporting my girls. one of them is kicking a ball and the other one is throwing up but i wouldn't trade it for the world
yourusername: we love you!!
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→ reesewilkerson: i love you too!
franwilker: i wonder which one is throwing up and crying
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→ reesewilkerson: we may never know
→ yourusername: hey!! not very nice!! i'll have you know i haven't thrown up since i was pregnant thank you very much
malcolmwilkerson: hopefully she didn't inherit anything from you
→ reesewilkerson: how do i dislike a comment
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ynupdates: In her first game back, (Y/N) Wilkerson scored the game winning goal and her first goal as a mother!
The team has snapped their losing streak! Maybe the Wilkerson daughter has brought good luck?
leahinthemiddle: WOOOO YAYY GO (Y/N) !!!
→ user4: who even are you
→ leahinthemiddle: (y/n)'s biggest fan duhh
user6: that baby didn't bring any luck lol
→ user3: fr she just had that baby for publicity
→ user2: her whole shtick is publicity: the baby, the "secret" husband, they probably handed her this goal too just because she's the "star"
→ reesewilkerson: shut the fuck up
→ user6: who are you ???
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reesewilkerson: when (y/n) first got the call for the usnwt, we promised i wouldn't get into fights with random people to defend her because we aren't fifteen anymore but this has gone on long enough.
i can handle everyone saying i'm fake or a "hired" husband, but keep my daughter's name out of your mouths. stop saying she's publicity, stop calling her an "it," she's a baby for crying out loud.
you losers made me unprivate my account to say something that shouldn't have to be said. don't mess with my girls again
yourusername: I LOVE YOU !!
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→ reesewilkerson: i love you more
malcolmwilkerson: can't believe you actually wrote this, how long did it take?
→ reesewilkerson: not answering that
→ franwilker: he asked ai to write it
→ reesewilkerson: no i didn't
→ kellyyyyw: someone get the ai detector
deweysmusic: reese is now the third most famous wilkerson, after me and (y/n) of course
going on a semi-hiatus because 1. i need to catch up on these reqs and 2. im entering finals week and i have like 3 papers all due on the same day and my school work HAS to come first
i would rather be writing my imaginary scenarios about the wilkerson boys but instead i will be writing about zero tolerance policies, drug trafficking, and other criminology related topics
thank uuuuu for ur understanding and patience <3 if you sent a req before i closed them, i have a draft for it i promise. my progress has just slowed down significantly because of finals lol
summary: your boyfriend never failed to make sure your needs were met. even if half of his attention was on his homework, you still got what you wanted.
pairing: malcolm wilkerson x fem!reader
wc: 1.1k
cw: smut, literally no plot, overstimulation (f!receiving), dirty talk, dacryphilia, unprotected p in v, creampie, the usual suspects
author's note: this is just really nasty my bad guys, i hope you enjoy !!
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“fuck—” you whimpered, arching your back. the coldness of the desk beneath you sent a shiver down your spine. your boyfriend had his dick buried deep inside of you. you couldn’t exactly remember how you ended up in this position.
all you could focus on was the hazy feeling of pleasure between your legs. you were soaking wet, your arousal dripping down your thighs.
“careful,” malcolm warned. he currently had his physics textbook balancing on your back. you had been so needy, and he would never say no to his beautiful girlfriend.
but he had to get this assignment done.
he thrusted into you gently so as to not move his book. he had already made you cum before this, once on his fingers and twice on his tongue. now, he was barely fucking into you at an agonizingly slow pace.
“malc,” you whined, your tearful eyes barely rolling back from the dull pleasure. “please.”
he scribbled something down in his notebook before returning his focus back on the textbook pages. your bare body beneath him glistened with sweat, and you were ever so slightly shaking.
you were so overstimulated but still wanted—needed—more.
“just a sec, baby,” he responded. “gotta finish this.”
it was taking every ounce in his body to not slam into you and fuck you dumb. malcolm could barely focus on the problems in front of him, his attention more drawn to the way your cunt clenched around him.
his hand shook as he filled out the equations he needed. your soft cries weren’t helping. you looked over your shoulder and met his blue eyes. he almost came on the spot when he saw your face.
you were completely fucked out—tears rolling down your rosy cheeks, lips swollen and pouty, and your eyes lidded and glazed over.
you felt him twitch inside of you and you winced.
“please,” you moaned out. “malcolm i—fuck—i need you.”
malcolm closed his textbook, finally removing it from your back.
“what’d ya need, baby?” he cooed, knowing exactly what you wanted him to do. his hands gripped your hair into a makeshift ponytail, lifting you up so you were flush against his chest.
“i need you to fuck me, please,” you cried. that was all he needed to hear. he started to snap his hips upwards at a brutal pace. you let out a choked sob as the tip of his dick hit that part inside of you that made you see stars over and over again.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he snaked his hand down to meet where your clit was. his fingers worked fast to tease you. you were already so sensitive, and within seconds, you were coming undone all over him.
he didn’t stop though.
he fucked you through your orgasm, rubbing at the small bundle of nerves while you shook.
“oh my god,” you sobbed. your body collapsed on the desk in front of you. you gripped at the edges, anything to keep you steady.
malcolm moved his hands to your hips to steady himself while he continued pounding into you. he leaned over, his lips ghosting your ear.
“god, you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cry,” he grunted. his praise went straight to your core, and you couldn’t even answer him properly. you clenched around him in response.
“malc,” your voice was filled with lust. it was music to his ears. he grabbed at the fat of your ass, slapping it before rubbing soothing circles over the red spot that quickly formed. your breath hitched, the sting feeling all too good.
“fuck,” he tilted his head back as your pussy fluttered around him. you were sopping wet, the natural lubricant making it especially easy for him to slide in and out.
“you like that? you like the way i fuck you?” he grunted. you nodded. you could barely form the words needed, malcolm was just that good.
“use your words, sweetheart.”
“yes—fuck,” you sobbed. “i love it, malcolm, please. i need it.”
he could feel your body tensing under him. you were getting close, again. malcolm slowed down his thrusts and you whined.
“please, give it to me,” you whimpered. you pushed yourself back to fuck yourself on his cock. your attempts were futile, however. you were so fucked out, it just didn’t feel the same.
he watched the way his cock disappeared inside of you as he bit his lip. your desperation was so hot.
malcolm started to snap his hips against yours again, the force pushing you hard against the desk. his pace was inconsistent, he was close too.
“where,” he moaned out.
“inside, please—fuck,” you babbled. “please cum inside. fill me, wanna be so full.”
his hands reached under to meet your breasts. he pulled you up again, squeezing your tits and leaving sloppy kisses down your neck.
your glassy eyes went cross as you started to uncontrollably shake. malcolm held you steady, hips bucking up into you as you came for what felt like the hundredth time.
your hips grinded against his as you screamed out his name and clenched around him like a vice. with a loud grunt, he came deep inside of you. your body went limp, only being held up by malcolm’s arms.
you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath. your hair stuck to your forehead, and malcolm pushed the strands away from your face. he placed gentle kisses on your face.
he was careful when he lifted you in his arms. when his dick slipped out of you, you winced at the empty feeling. he laid you down gently on the bed, placing another quick kiss to your forehead before he rushed out of the room.
when he came back, malcolm had a glass of water and some pain medication. he knew you would need it, especially with how long he was in between your legs. you gave him a soft smile when he handed you the glass of water.
“you did so good,” he cooed, slipping into bed next to you.
“did i?” you rasped out. your voice was almost gone after the hours spent crying out your boyfriend’s name. he wiped the excess tears from your face.
“of course you did,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. you sipped the water, deciding to take the medicine now. you could already feel the soreness between your legs—along with malcolm’s seed dripping out of you.
you closed your eyes and sighed contentedly, leaning your head against malcolm’s shoulder.
“did you finish your homework?” you asked.
“nah, i couldn’t think straight anymore. i don’t know why,” he teased, placing another kiss to your temple. you laughed softly, feeling your eyelids get heavy.
malcolm’s gentle massages to your arms and his steady breathing lulled you into a well-deserved sleep. he fell asleep soon after, his homework long forgotten but his heart impossibly full with love for you.
hi!! I was just wondering if we get a domestic fic of reese who’s obsessed with reader who’s kinda the opposite of him (sweet, bubbly, nerdy)! Can be fluff with smut if you want! Tysm and love your writing btw <33
here it is my dear <3
i hope you enjoy !! thank you for ur kind words i appreciate it :)
summary: you had reese wrapped around your finger. despite being complete opposites, he would drop anything for you. he was obsessed with you.
pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader
wc: 1.4k
cw: smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, just overall soft morning sex lol
author's note: the actual smut in this is veryy brief i apologize, anyway i still hope you enjoy !!
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you and reese were complete opposites.
you were currently studying in college, you smiled at everyone, you made friends everywhere you went.
reese was working as a janitor at the high school you both graduated from, he scowled when people got too close to him, and he swore you were his only friend.
but you two loved each other. he helped support you on those nights when your assignments were a little too rough and you were there for him when he complained about the dirtiness of north high school and the students who attended.
the alarm on reese’s bedside table rang, waking you both up. you groaned as you rubbed your eyes. he was already sitting on the side of the bed, his feet hanging over the edge.
“don’t go,” you murmured, still half asleep. he chuckled.
“i have to, baby,” he turned his head slightly to look at you. “i need to get ready.”
you reached out for his figure, your hands barely brushing against his back. reese shivered at the touch. he looked at the clock, weighing his options. he was already pushing it, having stayed up late with you the night before to finish a movie.
but he was obsessed with you. whatever you asked, he delivered. you had him wrapped around your finger.
“i can’t be late again,” he sighed. “i’m on my final strike.”
you pouted, your eyes still closed, and whined.
“you should be getting up too,” he said, standing up. he knew if he sat in bed next to you any longer, he would cave.
“you have classes today,” he reminded you. you let out another whine, the sound going straight to reese’s stomach.
“i was gonna skip,” you mumbled. he shook his head softly, mainly trying to get the thought of you out of his head. you were laid between the sheets wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of panties.
“you shouldn't," he said, more so to himself than to you. you sat up, stretching your arms over your head.
“why not,” you yawned. “i haven’t skipped these classes yet, so i should be fine.”
reese was at the closet, digging around for something to wear. you stared at his back while he looked, his muscles flexing slightly as he moved.
“can’t you just call off?” you asked. you and reese have been so busy this week. you missed your boyfriend, you missed his touch. he grabbed a shirt, tossing it on the bed in your direction, before cracking the joints in his neck that locked in his sleep.
you hated when he did that.
“reese!” you exclaimed, catching his shirt. “knock it off. i hate that sound.”
he turned to look at you. you were sitting up, his shirt in your lap. your hair was messy and the sun barely peaked through the blinds, illuminating your tired eyes and soft pout. he sighed and bit his lip, deep in thought.
“i guess i can say i woke up with a fever,” he said. your face lit up as you beamed at him. you clapped your hands together excitedly.
“oh my god, yay!” you exclaimed. you quickly removed the sheets off of your lap. you handed reese his t-shirt before pushing him away from the closet and towards the door. he looked at you with a dopey smile on his face.
“okay, okay,” he laughed, putting his hands up in defeat. “i’ll go call off. wait here for me.”
he shuffled out of the bedroom and you returned to the unmade bed. when reese returned, he brought two cups of coffee.
you delicately took the cup from him before sipping the hot drink. it was the exact way you liked it. you sighed contentedly as you savored the beverage.
“so,” reese broke the silence, looking at you. “what did you want to do today?”
you placed the half finished cup on your bedside table before turning to look at reese, fluttering your eyelashes.
“well,” you said, drawing out the word. you started to drag a manicured finger up his arm. “i was thinking we could wake ourselves up in other ways.”
reese looked completely dumbfounded.
“yeah?” he finally managed to utter after a few seconds. “what did you have in mind?”
he placed his cup down, the steam emanating into the air. you bit your lip and looked at him through your eyelashes. his sleepy eyes met your gaze.
“i want you inside of me,” you lilted. reese’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the words to say.
instead, he impatiently planted his lips on yours, kissing you like it was his dying wish.
“god, i’ve missed this,” reese groaned into your mouth, his breath warm on your lips. he snaked his tongue into your mouth, and you could taste the bitterness of the coffee he was previously drinking.
his hands roamed your curves, sliding under the large t-shirt you wore. you shifted, moving to straddle your boyfriend. reese’s hands cupped and squeezed at your boobs underneath the t-shirt. he trailed his hands down to the hem before pulling it off your head, throwing it somewhere in the room.
“that’s your shirt y’know,” you said against his lips. he hummed in response.
“i know,” he returned to rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, pulling soft gasps from your mouth.
you could feel his length growing beneath you, your noises going straight to his dick. you finally pulled away from reese, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. you started to play with the waistband of his pajama pants.
“want these off,” you whined. he laughed, moving you off of his lap to pull his pajamas off. again, they were tossed in some random corner, his boxers soon following. you did the same, quickly removing your panties.
you were both still tired, not even worrying about protection. the birds were chirping outside and the sun was peaking a bit brighter. you carefully aligned his hardened dick to your entrance. you were already soaking wet.
when you sank down slowly, reese tilted his head back and his breath hitched. the pads of his fingers dug into the fleshy part of your hips as he helped guide you down.
“god,” he muttered. “y’feel so fuckin’ good.”
you stayed there for a moment, adjusting to his length, before you slowly started to grind your hips back and forth. soft whimpers fell from your lips as you gently rode your boyfriend, hands splayed across his chest to steady yourself.
reese looked up at you, his tired eyes alternating between watching the bounce of your chest and the way your face contorted with pleasure. his hips started to buck against yours. it wasn’t anything crazy, just a natural reaction to how good you were making him feel.
“reese—fuck—just like that,” you whined his name like it was the only word you knew. you started to pick up the pace ever so slightly, chasing your release.
he continued to meet the roll of your hips with his own tender thrusts. his hand moved to rub soft circles onto your clit, the other stayed steady on your hip to guide you.
the added sensation of his calloused fingers pushed you over the edge and you shook above him with a cry of his name. he groaned loudly at the feeling of you clenching around him.
“don’t stop,” he panted. “keep going, ‘m so close.”
with a few more rolls of your hips, reese came deep inside of you with a low groan. he held your hips tight as he spilled into you. you both stayed where you were for a moment, attempting to catch your breaths.
when you finally got off of reese, he whined at the loss of warmth around his dick. he placed his arm over his eyes, still breathless. you reached for the coffee you had set aside and took a sip. you scrunched your face, the once warm beverage now cold.
you placed it back to where it was before and quickly ran into the bathroom to clean yourself up. when you returned, soft snores were coming from reese. he had fallen back asleep. you tiptoed back into bed with him and cuddled up close.
his arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling your naked body closer to his. with limbs tangled together, the warmth from his body eventually lulled you back to sleep.
you two slept in while the rest of the world woke up and got ready for work or school—just like you two should have been doing.
instead, wrapped in each other beneath the sheets, you and reese planned on savoring this day off.
hi friend 38) I wanna req a reese x fem!reader where they play a pvp game together at the wilkersons house!! PS reader has never held a controller like. ever. And Reese doesnt realize he gradually stops going easy on her, probably just used to playing against malcolm.
Reader doesnt mind with reeses competitive talk. That was! until! He kept dragging it. Saying how much reader sucked and was lame was playing sum liek dat shit idk. She was less lively than reese now and even a malcolm who was just passing noticed. sum time later she made up an excused to leave early and when reese tried asking if she could stay for dinner she immediately tcut him off and shut the door too hard infront of his face.
the day after reese noticed she was being too cold and started whining about it in his bedroom until malcolm shutted his ass up and hinted him it was most likely because of yesterday. When it finally clicked to reese he left the house to go apologize in person. even though hes grounded LOL you can do what you want with the ending
okay oh my god this feels so specific???????? this is genuinely my second time requesting a fanfic so i have mo idea if im doing too much. I hope it wont be too much pressure if uou wanna write this… i adore your fics so much on my soul i will love any outcome you’ll give
here it is !!
never apologize for being too specific, it helps me out greatly so i don't have to worry on disappointing anyone LOL
this was so cute i loved writing it, i hope you enjoy !!
summary: you had never played a video game before in your life, but because you loved your boyfriend oh so much, you played his newest game with him. when he let the harmful comments slip, however, you had enough.
pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader
wc: 1.0k
cw: none!
author's note: #yas guys i had to stop the nerd from escaping me cuz any mention of cod gets me excited like a dog. anyway i hope you enjoy !!
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you were currently sitting between reese’s legs—your back against his chest and a playstation controller in your hands.
reese had just gotten his hands on the newest call of duty and wanted to play it with you despite the fact that you’ve never played before in your life. in fact, you’ve never even held a controller. you weren’t the type to play video games.
he had set up a custom match between the two of you. the first few matches were perfect: reese taught you the controls and he went easy on you. he let you shoot at him, with most of your bullets missing, but he didn’t shoot back.
of course, he still teased you. it wasn’t harmful, at least not at first. he would plant a kiss on your nape after every kill, encouraging you with his words. he would throw in some comments whenever he killed you, asking if you let him get the jump on you.
then, his comments started to turn mean. reese started playing more seriously, attempting ridiculous trickshots on you and hitting them.
“yes! another 360 no-scope!” he exclaimed. “learn how to use the map. you’re really walking right into these easy plays.”
you bit your lip and stayed quiet. you wanted him to have fun, but you couldn’t stop the tears that were starting to form in your eyes.
malcolm noticed this too. he walked past and saw reese throwing knives in your direction, hitting you with ease. you attempted to fire back, but reese laughed after he killed you with a particularly nasty shot.
“you suck, babe. you’re missing more shots than a stormtrooper,” he said.
he kept going until the match ended. his words stung, and you were close to tears for the entirety of the match. malcolm couldn’t look away. he knew reese loved you, but if anyone else heard the words coming from his mouth, they wouldn’t believe it.
you stood up abruptly, placing the controller on the coffee table.
“i have to go,” you mumbled, picking up your bag and walking to the door. reese raised an eyebrow at you.
“how come? it’s still early, you’re supposed to stay for dinner,” he said, getting up to follow you. you ignored him, continuing your walk to the door. he chased after you.
“let me drive you home—”
you slammed the door in his face. malcolm, who watched the entire thing go down, sighed before returning to his room.
the next day, reese had called your home phone insistently. you ignored it every time.
when the call went straight to your answering machine for what must’ve been the hundredth time, reese slammed the phone on the wall with a sigh. he stomped back into his shared bedroom, flopping on his bed.
“still no response?” malcolm asked from his desk. he didn’t even spare reese a glance, he was too focused on his homework.
“yes,” reese said. “i don’t know why she’s acting like this. it’s like it came out of nowhere.”
malcolm rolled his eyes and continued working.
“her parents must’ve made her mad. i didn’t do anything—”
“reese,” malcolm cut him off. he turned to face his older brother, completely fed up with his stupidity.
“maybe she’s ignoring you because of how you treated her yesterday. just a thought,” he exasperated.
reese stared blankly at malcolm for a minute before it finally clicked. he was incredibly mean to you yesterday. he just got so caught up in the game, he forgot he was playing against his girlfriend and not his brothers.
he quickly got up and rushed out of the room. malcolm sighed.
“you’re grounded, ya know,” he called out. but reese was already gone.
he arrived at your house within minutes. on his way over, he picked random flowers from the neighbor's house. he had a small, mismatched bouquet in his hands when he knocked on your door.
reese prayed to any god out there that you would open the door, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him when you did.
“what do you want,” you muttered. he tried to hand the flowers to you, but you just stared at them.
“listen, i’m so sorry about yesterday,” he started. “i didn’t mean the things i said. i got too comfortable, i forgot i was playing against you and not malcolm or dewey.”
he urged the flowers closer to you again.
“you don’t have to forgive me, but i truly am sorry,” he finished. you gnawed on your bottom lip as you stared at the flowers. you tentatively reached out, accepting the small bundle.
“i guess i can forgive you,” you said. a large grin spread on reese’s face. he scooped you up in a bear hug, squeezing you tight. he placed kisses all over your face.
“thank you, thank you,” he said in between his kisses. “i love you.”
you laughed at his enthusiasm.
“i love you too, but can you please put me down,” you asked. he gently placed you back on the ground. you smiled softly at him before looking at the flowers in your hand. they were nice, too nice.
“reese, where did you get these?” you asked. when you looked back at him, he avoided your gaze. a blush crept up his cheeks.
“nowhere, don’t worry about it,” he answered. reese quickly kissed your cheek in an attempt to distract you.
“so,” he said nervously. “my house? you skipped out on dinner last night.”
you chuckled softly and shook your head.
“sure, i’ll come over for dinner,” you responded. he grabbed your hand and started to pull you in the direction of his house.
“we better leave now then,” he said, looking at you with a smile.
“and maybe, we can have a rematch,” he suggested mischievously. you scoffed.
“i’ll just watch, you can play against malcolm,” you said. his hand was intertwined with yours as you walked, slightly swinging between the two of you.
“nah, i’m good,” he said. “unless you really wanna hear some gross things.”
you nudged him with your shoulder.
“watch it,” you warned with a laugh. reese placed a kiss to your temple.
“i promise i’ll be on my best behavior,” he said.
“i doubt that,” you teased.
the rest of the walk over was filled with soft laughter and gentle touches—as if the incident from yesterday didn’t even happen—which was all you wanted from your boyfriend.
summary: reese was the most perfect husband—he cooked, he cleaned, and he cared for the kids while you were at work. what more could you ask for? another child, of course.
pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader
wc: 1.4k
cw: suggestive
author's note: if you like mushrooms... sorry you hate them now. in the few fics i've written with children, i've left the kids unnamed. didn't do that here, sorry </3 as always, enjoy !!
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“daaaaaad.”
the sound of arthur’s voice echoed off the walls. reese was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. he was cutting away at the vegetables he planned to turn into a stir fry.
“charles hit me!” arthur said, running into the kitchen. charles was close behind him.
“no i did not!” he retorted. reese sighed as he placed the knife down. he turned to look at the two boys.
charles was the oldest of the two, but only by two years. he was seven years old and stood a little bit taller than arthur. his messy brown hair sat atop his head, and he had hazel eyes similar to that of his father.
but everything else looked like you.
his eye shape, facial structure, nose—charles was your spitting image. he really only inherited his father’s hair and eye color.
arthur stood next to him. he, on the other hand, looked nothing like you. he was practically reese’s twin. you and reese often joked that your genes didn’t even try or that arthur was born through mitosis.
when you compared baby pictures, you couldn’t tell who was reese and who was arthur.
reese looked at charles, raising an eyebrow.
“did you hit your brother?” he asked. charles shook his head no.
“yes you did!” arthur argued. charles whipped his head towards his little brother.
“no i didn’t, arthur. you got in my way,” charles shouted. reese sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“charles, what do you mean he got in your way?” he asked calmly.
“i was spinning, playing airplanes, and arthur got caught in my blades,” charles explained, sticking his arms out as a demonstration.
before reese could even think about scolding the older boy, the sound of the garage opening alerted everyone that you were home from work. when you walked through the door, the fight was long forgotten.
charles and arthur ran towards you, hugging your legs.
“mom!” they both yelled. “we missed you!”
“i missed you boys too,” you laughed. you ruffled each boy’s head and placed your purse on the kitchen counter. you gave reese a quick peck, his hand lingering on your waist.
“how was work?” he asked. you groaned and rolled your eyes.
“annoying. i couldn’t wait to get home,” you said. he leaned in again, kissing you longer this time.
“ewww,” charles gagged. you and reese pulled apart, laughing at charles’ disdain for any affection between you two. reese returned his focus back on making dinner, and you worked on taking your shoes off.
you were so excited to see your husband and kids that you didn’t bother taking them off by the door. arthur pulled at your hand, tugging you towards his room.
“mom,” he called as he softly dragged you down the hall.
“yes, sweetheart?” you said between soft giggles. arthur was adorable, and he was growing up so fast—already five years old. you felt like it was just yesterday when you gave birth to him.
“i cleaned my room today,” he said, opening the door to his bedroom. just like he said, the room was tidier than it was when you left. you noticed the floor was vacuumed, something the small toddler couldn’t quite do on his own.
“did dad help?” you asked. arthur nodded as he ran over to the small toy box in the corner. he started digging around in it, looking for what you assumed was his favorite action figure.
and you were right.
arthur pulled out the small toy—an expensive figurine that was a gift from dewey—before he ran back towards the kitchen, leaving you behind. you smiled as you watched him, feeling a soft warmth in your heart.
you walked back into the kitchen just as reese was finishing up dinner. the boys were playing with each other on the floor, acting out some insane action plot with their figures. you started to set the table, leaving the plates near where reese was cooking.
“thanks, honey,” he said without even looking at you. he grabbed the plates you left and started serving the stir fry.
“boys,” you said, catching your children’s attention. “time to eat.”
they eagerly dropped their toys and ran towards where reese was loading up the plates. your heart melted at their tiny “thank you”s when reese handed them their plates.
he handed a plate to you, which you accepted with a kiss on his cheek. when you sat down, you noticed the boys had mushrooms in their stir fry, but yours had none.
“reese,” you said as he sat down. he raised his eyebrows at you.
“what’s up,” he said between chewing his food.
“did you take the mushrooms out of my food?”
he nodded at you like it was obvious.
“duh? you hate mushrooms, but the boys love them. i wasn’t gonna force you to eat them,” he explained. if you two were alone—and arguably younger—you would’ve taken him then and there. but instead, you smiled softly at him.
“i love you,” you mused. he grinned back at you, still chewing his food.
“love you too,” he said after swallowing.
the rest of the night went by swimmingly. the boys didn’t fight reese when he gave them their baths, and they actually went down at their bed time.
you and reese cuddled together on the couch, savoring the peace and quiet. the tv played some random movie that you weren’t paying much attention to. your mind has been elsewhere for some time now.
reese’s fingers drew soft shapes into your arm, his touch almost lulling you to sleep. you hummed softly before speaking.
“have you ever thought about giving charles and arthur a friend?” you asked.
“depends, do you mean like dropping them off at day care or getting a pet?” he asked. “because if it’s a pet, then yes. if it’s day care, then no. i like watching them during the day.”
you laughed at his response.
“no, i mean another kid,” you explained. you felt his heart speed up at your words. he placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“then definitely yes. i think about it every day,” he said. “especially the part where we make the baby.”
you lightly nudge him.
“hey, knock it off. i’m being serious here,” you whined.
“i know, i know,” he squeezed you closer to him. “i wouldn’t mind having another one.”
you placed your hand on his chest as you sat up, stars in your eyes.
“really?” you asked, a faint smile appearing on your face. reese had a similar look.
“anything for you,” he said. you leaned in and kissed him. his hands traveled to your waist as he deepened the kiss. you groaned softly into his mouth, readjusting your body to be more on top of his.
“mom? dad?” arthur asked, interrupting whatever was about to happen between you and reese. he was holding a plushie in his hands, and his eyes were welling up with tears. you quickly got off of reese—who sighed at the loss of your weight on his lap.
“what’s wrong?” reese asked. arthur ambled closer to the two of you.
“i had a nightmare,” he sniffled. reese opened his arms, and arthur crawled in. he rocked his son gently. soon enough, arthur was soothed to sleep by reese’s movements. reese turned to look at you.
“are you sure you want another one?” he whispered, careful to not wake up the sleeping child. you nodded eagerly. in fact, you wanted one even more after seeing the way reese handled arthur.
“absolutely certain,” you responded. he smiled at you, leaning forwards and pursing his lips jokingly. you laughed quietly and placed a quick peck on his lips.
“we’ll start trying tomorrow,” he said with a wink. you scoffed playfully.
“not if arthur has any ideas,” you joked, gently placing your hand on the sleeping boy’s head.
“don’t speak it into existence,” reese warned. you kissed his cheek before getting up, making sure to swing your hips when you walked.
“where are you going?” he asked. you turned your head, tilting it towards your shared bedroom.
“gonna slip into something more…comfortable,” you teased. you heard reese quickly get up, followed by a string of hissed curse words.
“i’ll be there soon,” he whispered to you when he walked past you with the sleeping toddler in his arms. you laughed to yourself softly while you watched him rush into arthur’s bedroom.
summary: you were sick of the men who came into the pub late at night. their words disgusted you. you didn't expect your savior to be a small woman with a bottle, however.
pairing: piama tananahaakna x fem!reader
wc: 1.2k
cw: sexism, brief violence
author's note: francis can't handle allat. anyway this goes out to me and the three other piama fans, i hope you enjoy !!
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you hated alaska. all you wanted to do was run away. you had a dead end job as a bartender in some shady pub close to the lodging camp. the men there were horrible.
many of them came to the pub to get shitfaced drunk and verbally harass you. it was always the older men too. the younger guys were a little more sympathetic towards you, but still made comments from time to time.
friday nights were the worst. you cleaned a glass as fast as you could. it was crowded in the place—as crowded as a bar in alaska could be—and you were the only barista working.
“hey, hot stuff,” one of the usuals yelled towards you. “i want jack daniels. neat.”
you rolled your eyes but poured the drink anyway. you served it quickly, turning around to tend to the next patron. but that wasn’t enough for the man, apparently.
“don’t give me an attitude, girl,” he slurred, referring to the way you rolled your eyes. “the customer is always right, don’t you forget that.”
you put on the fakest smile you could muster.
“sorry about that,” you said through gritted teeth. the sound of a hand slamming on the bar surface grabbed your attention.
“c’mon,” a younger man yelled. “we’ve been waiting for ages over here.”
you rushed over, serving them with the drinks they ordered only mere minutes ago. the environment was incredibly overwhelming, the smell of alcohol and smoke filling your nostrils. if you had to deal with one more condescending man, you might break a bottle over his head.
as if god heard your thoughts, a new group of men walked in through the entrance. behind them followed a small woman. she looked upset, like she didn’t want to be there.
one of the men slid a five dollar bill towards you.
“be a good girl,” he started. you bit your tongue to hold back the string of curses that wanted to spill from your mouth. “and get us a round of your best tequila.”
your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes when you responded.
“sorry, it’ll cost more than five for a round,” you explained. in this pub, five dollars couldn’t even buy you a shot.
the man stared you down.
“listen, bitch,” the words left his mouth like venom. “you’re gonna get us a round, and it’s gonna cost five. you understand?”
this was your breaking point. you could feel it.
“sorry, but that’s not happening. for all of you,” you counted the amount in his group quickly. “a round of my best is gonna be a hundred.”
the man started to move, obviously trying to get close to you to either attack you or scare you, but he was quickly subdued.
the girl who was with the group hit him over the head with a stray beer bottle. the sound of glass shattering stopped all conversations, everyone turning to look towards the source of the noise.
you took the chance to hop over the bar and hold the man back while he was still stumbling from the impact. you called for security, who rushed over to take the man from you.
you looked at the girl, appreciation in your eyes. you mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before you helped security escort the man and the rest of his group out.
when you returned, she was sitting at the bar waiting. the chatter that filled the air had returned, albeit a bit quieter after what had occurred. she smiled at you when she saw you.
“you didn’t have to do that,” you said. “but i really appreciate it. thank you.”
“i was getting sick of his shit anyway,” she responded. “i’m piama, by the way.”
you gave her your name and offered to pour her a drink. she declined.
“i don’t want to end up like the men in here,” she said with a soft chuckle.
you two spent the next few hours talking while you served the other guests. after piama hit that man over the head, the other patrons were a lot more respectful towards you. especially with her sitting right there.
by closing time, many of the guests had funneled out. but piama stayed. she helped you tidy up the place. in just your company, she was a completely different person compared to the woman who hit that man.
“so, how did you end up here?” she asked while you finished restocking the liquors on the shelf.
“what do you mean?” you asked.
“i can tell you’re not from alaska. how did you end up here?” she explained. you blushed at her words, was it that obvious? you thought you had assimilated pretty well.
“my parents kicked me out when i was sixteen,” you sighed. “i bought a bus ticket with the money i had, and it took me here.”
piama nodded along with your story. in your years of being in alaska, you never told anyone the story of how you got there.
“my parents kicked me out too,” she replied. “actually, my dad kicked me out. my mom left when i was three.”
you placed the last bottle on the shelf before turning around to face her.
“parents suck sometimes. we’re better than them anyway,” you said while giving piama a warm smile. you finished the last of your closing duties before clocking out.
“were you living with that guy?” you asked piama, referring to the man from earlier. you started putting your jacket on as she sighed.
“something like that,” she rolled her eyes.
“you can stay with me if you want,” you suggested. “my place is really small though.”
she smiled and nodded.
“i’d like that, thanks,” she replied, grabbing her jacket she had left on a chair.
back in your tiny cabin, you attempted to start the small fireplace you had. piama shrugged off her jacket.
“where can i place this?” she asked. you gestured to the lone chair in the kitchen where your jacket already laid.
“over there’s fine. sorry about the space,” you said. the fire finally ignited, and the cabin was filled with a familiar warmth.
you sat on the couch, and piama soon joined you. the tv screen displayed a rerun episode of twin peaks—at least that’s what you assumed was playing through the static.
you could feel the warmth radiating off her skin from how close you two were. you were almost touching on the small loveseat.
you didn’t know if the heat you felt creeping up your cheeks was from the fire or from the butterflies in your stomach.
it certainly didn’t help when you felt piama’s head fall gently on your shoulder, soft snores coming from her mouth.
you froze in place. you didn’t want to move out of fear of waking her. you had planned on letting piama sleep on your bed while you took the couch. you didn’t plan on her falling asleep on you.
you got as comfortable as you could without disturbing her and rested your head softly against hers. you fell asleep almost instantly, the day’s events catching up to you.
you didn’t expect to go home that night with a woman who stung like she meant it, but you sure as hell were glad that you did.
Could you do Reese x male reader? And add some stuff about coming out with the family and stuff? 😊
here it is !!!
i mentioned this in the author's note but because im fem i find it harder to write for male readers just because i don't have that first hand experience so if i ever fall short PLEASE tell me or send another req <3 i hope you enjoy !!
