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⭑.ᐟ about me

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

⭑.ᐟ main ;; f1/motorsports

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one degree of separation (malcolm wilkerson)

summary: the morning after a night out wouldn't be complete without waking up in a bed you've never been in before with no memory of the night prior.

pairing: malcolm wilkerson x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

cw: none!

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author's note: so sorry that this took like a month for me to write ??? idk wtf happened. anyway this is sort of a filler chapter :/ i promise i have plans for this story i just have NO idea on how i wanna pace it as always, enjoy !!

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you woke up the next morning with the biggest headache of your life. you stretched your arms above you as you sat up. when you took in your surroundings, however, it was completely unfamiliar. 

you were in a bed similar to yours, but the sheets were blue. there were posters on the wall depicting superheroes, basketball stars, and other boyish interests. the desk near you was littered with stray papers with messily scrawled notes on them. 

from what you could see, you were the only person in the room. the opposite side of the room was plastered with soccer posters and other memorabilia from the sport. 

“good morning,” you whipped your head towards the familiar voice. it was malcolm entering the small dorm. he handed you some tylenol and a glass of water, which you happily took. 

“where am i?” you asked groggily. 

“my room.”

your cheeks went red. of course they did, you couldn’t remember a thing about the night before and you woke up in your dorm neighbor’s bed. 

“did we—”

“no. you were drunk, you kicked a rock, and the rock won,” malcolm explained. 

part of you felt relieved. you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with malcolm. the other part of you felt a little disappointed. if you were going to make your move, it would have to be while drunk. 

alcohol always gave you the confidence you needed. 

malcolm sat on the bed near you. the room was silent, except for a small fan that was whirring near his desk. 

“sorry about last night,” you muttered. malcolm shrugged. 

“don’t be sorry. i wasn’t sober either,” he joked. you gave him a halfhearted chuckle before trying to get off his bed. the second you moved, however, you felt the stinging pain in both your foot and your head. 

“fuck,” you winced, placing your hand on your head. 

“be careful,” malcolm advised, getting up and offering his arm to you. you gratefully grabbed onto it and used it to help you get off of the bed. 

“i’ll walk you to your room,” he said, leading you out of the small dorm. your grip remained tight on his arm as he helped keep you steady. you had no memory of where your bag, shoes, or keys went. 

malcolm softly knocked on the door. 

but there was no response. 

he waited a few minutes before knocking harder. again, no one answered the door. 

“i don’t even know where my shit is,” you groaned quietly. malcolm helped you lean against the wall. 

“i know where it is. i’ll be right back,” he said before disappearing back into his dorm. he was out within seconds, your shoes and bag in hand, as he dug through the tiny purse in search of your keys.

he found them and unlocked the door before he returned to help you inside the room. on the bed in the corner, alex and charles were wrapped up in each other’s arms. they were dead asleep with soft snores coming from the both of them. 

“that explains why no one answered,” you muttered. malcolm dropped your shoes to the floor carefully as you quietly tiptoed to your desk. you collected your textbooks and other materials you were using to write your paper and turned to the boy who helped you in here. 

“can i stay with you?” you whispered. “i don’t want to wake up alex and charles.”

malcolm nodded. 

“sure, we can go to the cafe,” he replied. you dumped your stuff in a bookbag and grabbed a change of clothes. you quickly dipped into the bathroom to change out of the clothes you were currently wearing, and then you and malcolm were off. 

you and malcolm worked quietly in the cafe. hours passed and paper cups littered your small table. but you two finished your papers. 

“so what are you going to do for winter break?” malcolm asked as he carefully read over your rough draft. you shrugged. 

“probably go home. i miss my parents, i miss my friends,” you explained. he nodded before placing your paper down. 

“i’ll miss you,” he said, giving you a soft smile. you felt your face get warm at his words. 

“what about you? what do you plan on doing?” you asked, taking a sip from your drink. 

“i’ll probably stay here, at least until christmas,” he sighed. “i got an offer from one of my biology professors for a mentorship. i can’t pass it up.”

“that’ll be good for you,” you said. you didn’t know how else to respond, not when you were still thinking about how he said he’ll miss you. 

of course, you didn’t want to think too much into it. he was your friend after all, friends miss each other. 

but it still made your stomach flip. 

malcolm nodded in response to your words before he handed your paper back to you. 

“it looks good,” he said with a soft smile. “i think you’ll be fine if you turn it in like this.”

“thanks,” you gleefully took your paper back. you both sat in the comfortable silence for a minute or so. 

“y’know,” you said, avoiding malcolm’s gaze. “you can call me whenever you feel lonely here. i’m sure i’ll pick up if i’m not busy.”

he smiled, though you weren’t looking. 

“yeah, i’d like that,” he responded. you took a sip of your coffee, wincing at the bitterness of it. the once warm drink was now cold. 

malcolm laughed at your reaction. the way your nose scrunched up was adorable in his eyes. 

“think we should head back now?” he asked. you nodded, collecting your things and standing. you tossed out the rest of your drink on the way out, malcolm close behind. 

back at your dorm building, outside your room, you could hear the muffled voices of alex and charles from inside.

“i guess they’re up,” you said. you turned around, not realizing how close malcolm was behind you. you almost bumped into him, your face was so close to his that you could see the colored flecks in his eyes. 

you couldn’t tell who started to lean in first, but you quickly took a step backwards once you realized what was happening, your back hitting the door. 

“sorry, i didn’t mean to bump into you,” you stammered. malcolm’s face was red, and you were certain yours was a similar shade. 

“don’t worry about it, i didn’t realize how close i was to you,” he said, his eyes avoiding your face. “i’ll see you in class?”

“you’ll see me in class,” you confirmed, nodding your head. walking inside the room, alex practically jumped on you. 

“where have you been?” she asked, grabbing you by the shoulders. she leaned in towards your neck and sniffed you. “this is a guy’s cologne. it smells familiar, who did you sleep with?”

“oh my god,” you laughed, gently pushing her away from you. you dumped your stuff on your desk before sitting on your bed. “i didn’t sleep with anyone. i got really drunk, malcolm let me sleep in his bed. i probably smell like him.”

“you reek of him,” she responded while going back to her bed and sitting next to charles. you rolled your eyes and scoffed, but secretly, you were happy to smell like him. 

when malcolm entered his room, his roommate had questions of course. malcolm closed the door behind him, not noticing carlos was in the room.

“so,” carlos said, alerting the boy who just entered. “who was that girl?”

“no one,” malcolm answered while shrugging his shoulders. “she’s just a friend.”

carlos rolled his eyes before returning to the book he was reading for class. 

“whatever, dude. so you won’t care if i ask her out then?” he asked, hoping to catch him off guard. 

malcolm tensed. he didn’t know why, but the idea of carlos dating you made him feel sick. he pushed past it though. carlos was his friend, you were his friend, why should he care?

“i mean, she’s just a friend. why would i care?” 

again, carlos rolled his eyes, but malcolm couldn’t see behind the book. he decided to leave it at that. carlos wouldn’t lie to himself—you were a pretty girl and he wouldn’t mind taking you out on a date.

but he wasn’t going to push malcolm any further. 

on the other side of the room, malcolm shook the thoughts of you out of his head. besides, it’s normal to find your friends attractive, and it’s normal for your stomach to get butterflies when your friend smiles at you. 

right?

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i've been reformatting some images on some of my fics while also writing but i'm also grieving the loss of argentina rn so please respect my privacy at this time

i'm not argentine but franco colapinto is and i'm an honorary argentine through him

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i love the reese halloween idea 😊

i love it too !!!

i know this is sooo far in the future but i was thinking of MAYBEEEE doing some short version of kinktober, this kinda just confirmed that i wanna do it lol

we'll see !!!

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i'm your night prowler (reese wilkerson)

summary: you were excited for your annual tradition of binge watching horror movies with your boyfriend on halloween. he had other ideas, however.

pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

cw: smut, mask kink ?!, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), sliiiight hair pulling, sliiiight overstimulation, creampie, kinda breeding kink ???, not proofread i'm tired

author's note: SLASHER SUMMER IS IN FULL EFFECT !!!! this was so self indulgent i love halloween and scary movies, i think this is lowkey the dirtiest thing i've ever written sorry my demons came out. as always enjoy !!

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“trick or treat!”

you smiled at the children at your door, complimenting their costumes before dumping handfuls of candy in their bags. they gleefully thanked you before moving to the next house as you closed the door. 

it was getting late, the time between kids coming to your door was increasing. all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend on the couch and watch horror movies until you couldn't physically stay awake any longer. 

you were so excited for the perfect end to your favorite holiday. 

you and reese liked to go all out for halloween. your tiny house was decorated to the nines, and you both loved to dress up for the occasion.

this particular halloween, you were dressed like a vampire and reese was dressed like ghostface. 

you wore a red, velvet dress that fell to your mid thigh and had a neckline just low enough to leave your boyfriend staring and wanting more. your face was covered with a white foundation, heavy eye makeup, and wine-colored lip gloss. 

besides the ghostface mask, reese was wearing a tight fitting black shirt that clung to his body in just the right way. he had been working out lately, and you could tell by the definition of his muscles that showed through the fabric.

matching with his shirt was a pair of dark colored sweatpants. whenever you opened the door for the kids, reese was in the background, carefully “stalking” you. for the kids who noticed, it freaked them out. many of them laughed, however, when reese would jump out while yelling “boo.”

you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist. you felt the cold plastic of his mask tickle your ear. 

“what’s your favorite scary movie?” reese asked, voice slightly muffled by the mask he had on.

you softly sighed as his hands started to travel up your ribcage, one of them holding a plastic knife that you didn't even notice until it was dragging against your costume. 

“i know you want me to say scream because of your mask,” you hummed, a small smile appearing on your face. “but honestly? it might be evil dead.”

reese let out a defeated huff from behind the mask. you spun around to face him, placing your hands on his shoulder. 

“i can’t even argue with that. evil dead’s pretty good,” he sighed. you placed a kiss to the cheek of his mask, leaving a dark red mark in your wake. you pulled away from him, and he placed his knife next to the candy bowl before grabbing a piece. 

“you think that’s the last of them?” reese asked, popping the sugary sweet into his mouth. 

“god, i hope so,” you answered. “i just wanna get started on our horror marathon.”

again, his hands found their way to your waist. he rubbed his thumbs against the velvet of your dress soothingly. you couldn’t tell because of the mask, but his eyes were focused on how well your tits looked in your dress. 

reese had been holding back all night, but watching your figure move as you handed out candy to kids was doing something to him. he didn’t know if it was because of the costume or if it was just hormones. 

all reese knew was that he needed you. 

“i was thinking,” he said, tilting his head. “maybe we can skip the movies tonight.”

you scrunched your nose up at him. the movie binge was your favorite halloween tradition to share with him. 

“what? why?” you asked, your red lips pulling into a frown. he pulled you closer to his body and leaned towards your ear. 

“you look so damn good, i don’t think i’d be able to focus on a movie,” he whispered. he pulled your hips flush against his own, and you felt his already hard length through his pants. you bit your lip, running through the options in your mind. 

your primal urges took over, and you turned off the porch light and locked the door. you started to reach for his mask, but reese grabbed your wrist. 

“don’t,” he warned. you could practically see the lightbulb over his head before he spoke his next words. 

“if you see who i am, i’ll have to kill you.”

you bit your lip and smiled, picking up what he was putting down. 

“please don’t kill me, mr. ghostface,” you whined, pouting your lips and looking up at your masked boyfriend. “i wanna be in the sequel.”

reese felt his dick twitch at your words. he didn’t expect to get turned on by the simple roleplay so much, but he was so hard it was starting to hurt. 

he quickly picked you up, placing you over his shoulder before grabbing the cheap knife. you playfully kicked your legs and softly hit his back as he walked into the bedroom. he tossed you onto the bed before he caged you in, holding the knife above your head. 

“i guess i can spare you,” he said between soft chuckles, already laughing at his joke before he even said it. “but i am gonna murder this pussy.”

you tilted your head back and covered your face with your hands. 

“that was so stupid,” you giggled. you jokingly tried to push him off you. even if you tried your hardest, reese was heavier than you.

“you love me,” he said. you couldn’t see through the mask, but you could hear the smile in his voice. 

“i guess,” you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. “can we get back to what we were doing? i was getting turned on until you said that.”

he sat back on his knees, admiring your sprawled figure in front of him. he pushed the hem of your dress upwards, revealing the lacy black panties you were wearing under. 

“what a nice surprise,” he cooed. “expecting someone?”

“maybe i was expecting you, mr. ghostface,” you answered, spreading your legs slowly. reese took the knife, lodging it under the waistband of your panties. you hissed softly at the cold plastic meeting your skin. 

he angled the knife and pulled, using the prop to drag your panties down your legs. you gasped lightly when the cold air hit your folds. 

“already so wet,” reese muttered while staring at your core. he reached out, gently prodding at your entrance with his fingers. he collected your arousal before sliding his fingers inside of you.

you moaned softly as he stretched you out with his digits. 

“oh my god,” you whimpered, bucking your hips slightly against his hand. 

“not god,” reese corrected, curling his fingers upwards. “ghostface.”

he took the plastic knife by the blade, pressing the cold handle on your clit. you gripped the sheets tightly at the added sensation. he started to twist the knife in small circles, pushing against your bundle of nerves in a way that was driving you crazy. 

“i’m so close,” you whined, throwing your head backwards into the pillow and closing your eyes.

“look at me,” reese demanded. your eyes shot open as you stared at the mask man between your legs. “want you to look at me when you cum.”

your walls clenched around his fingers as you came undone. you tried your hardest to keep your gaze on reese as he ripped your orgasm from you. he pulled his fingers out of you and reached under his mask. 

“what are you doing?” you panted. 

“savoring the taste,” he replied, voice husky. you sat up, desperately trying to take your dress off as quickly as possible. 

you needed reese, and you needed him now. 

“woah, calm down, baby,” reese laughed. “we have all night.”

you managed to get the velvet fabric over your head, and you tossed the dress into some corner of the room. under your dress was a bra that matched your lacy panties. reese nearly came on the spot as he watched your tits spill out of the garment as you unclasped it. 

he reached out, cupping his hands under your breasts and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. you leaned into his touch, moaning out his name with a breathy whine. you winced when he removed his hands. 

“not reese,” he said. his hands traveled to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down and kicking them onto the floor. his boxers sported an obvious tent. 

“i’m sorry, mr. ghostface,” you panted, looking at your boyfriend through your lashes. “you just remind me so much of someone i know.”

“i guess i can accept your apology,” he groaned, palming himself through his boxers. you crawled towards him seductively, reaching out towards his boxers. 

“let me help you with that,” you offered, pulling his boxers down and freeing his cock from the restraint. you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly pumping him. 

“tell me what you want,” you said, pouting your lips slightly. you tried to make out reese’s eyes from behind the mask, but you were too consumed by your own primal urges. 

all you could see was the mask. 

“i want to feel your insides,” he moaned, referencing the movie but with his own twist. you bit your lip excitedly, spinning around so your ass was facing him. you slid down on your chest slowly, raising your hips in his direction. 

“then come get it,” you teased, shaking your hips at him. you heard shuffling before feeling reese’s tip poking at your entrance. you thought he would ease in, like he normally did. 

but he slammed his hips against yours. you jolted forwards, a loud cry escaping your lips. he fucked into you at a brutal pace, gripping your hips for stability. 

“pussy’s so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned. you reached for something—anything—to hold on to while he ravaged your insides. “it’s like it was made for me.”

“it was made for you,” you cried out. “it was made for your dick, ghostface.”

reese reached forwards, collecting your hair in a ponytail before giving it a tug. he pulled you backwards, arching your back as he leaned close to your ear. the cool plastic of his mask sent a chill down your spine. 

“yeah? this perfect fucking cunt was made for me? what a lucky guy i am,” he muttered. he hoisted your hips upwards, giving himself deeper access. the new angle had you seeing stars, and if you weren’t drunk off your boyfriend’s cock, you would be certain that the neighbors could hear you. 

he pounded into you faster as he leaned over, his chest pressing against your back. his hand snaked under your body, quickly finding your clit. 

as expertly as he always was, reese rubbed at the bundle of nerves between your folds. his calloused fingers knew you better than yourself, and you were soon shaking beneath him. 

“gonna cum,” you whimpered. he moved his fingers faster, thrusted even deeper—anything to bring you over the edge. reese needed to feel you spasming around his dick like he needed air to breathe. 

“do it then,” he moaned. his thrusts were getting sloppy. “cum around my cock and i won’t kill you.”

with a choked sob, you clenched around him. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your brain went fuzzy from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm. it crashed through you harder than your first while you babbled out a string of nonsense. 

reese didn’t stop. 

he was desperately fucking into you, chasing his own release. you felt him twitch inside of you. 

you turned around to face him, the white mask staring back at you. reese was still wearing the tight-fitting shirt that hugged his body perfectly. the sight alone was enough to make you soaked. 

“where?” he groaned. you were so full of reese and still coming down from your second orgasm, but you needed more. you were so sensitive from your past two orgasms, you were already close to a third. 

“inside,” you whimpered. “please cum inside me, ghostface.”

“fuck,” he grunted, snapping against you harder. he was pounding you so hard into the mattress, you were scared the bed would break. you desperately tried to meet his thrusts with your own hips.

“need it so bad,” you moaned. reese continued to lazily rub at your clit, too focused on chasing his own high. you reached down to guide his hand, to move it faster. 

and then you were coming undone again. 

you cried out reese’s name loudly, completely forgetting about whatever roleplay you two were engaged in. you coated his dick and abdomen in your juices as you shook and moaned like a woman possessed. 

with a loud string of curses and a couple more thrusts, reese came deep inside of you. he pulled out, watching the mixture of his cum and your arousal seep out of you. without thinking, he scooped as much as he could with his fingers and pushed it back inside of you. 

you panted, totally and utterly exhausted from the most mindbending fuck of your life. reese pulled off the mask, tossing it to the side. he collapsed next to you, breathing deeply as he tried to catch his breath. 

you slowly turned to look at him. his face was flush and damp, his hair was flat, but he had the most loving smile on his face. he turned to meet your gaze. 

“that was so fucking hot,” he panted. you let out a breathy laugh, rolling over so you were in his arms. he moved to spoon you, holding you close to his chest. 

“i don’t know, i think the movie marathon would’ve been better,” you teased. reese placed a kiss to your hair, which was still slightly matted. 

“the movies can’t fuck you like that,” he replied. you softly elbowed him. your eyes were heavy and your body was sore—all you wanted to do was sleep. 

“reese,” you gently called. your voice was almost gone. he hummed in response. 

“can you get my makeup remover wipes? i don’t want to sleep like this,” you requested. you felt the bed shift as he rolled out of it, running off to the bathroom. he returned with your makeup wipes, but also a glass of water. 

he tenderly wiped at your face, removing the now ruined vampire look. 

“y’know,” he commented, wiping off the mascara that streaked your cheeks. “you weren’t really in character.”

“what do you mean?” you scoffed and crossed your arms. reese smiled at you as he dabbed at your face. 

“you didn’t really act like a vampire,” he teased. you rolled your eyes as he chuckled lightly. “but it’s okay. i love you either way.”

your lips pulled upwards against your will, and your face felt warm. 

“i love you too,” you said, taking a sip of the water he brought you. once he finished cleaning off your makeup, he pressed a kiss to your nose and pulled you back into the bed with him. 

you fell asleep that night in your boyfriend’s arms, not ghostface’s, as teenagers roamed the streets looking for the next house to egg and children dared each other to watch the scariest movie they knew. 

it was the perfect end to your favorite holiday. 

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[reeselings]

woooould you be willing to write a part 2 to "such a lovely day",,,, that shits been on my MIND 🥹🥹

here it isss !!!

such a lovely day was my first ever male!reader and i was soso scaredddd i really hope i've improved at writing for male!reader <3 enjoyy !

[reeselings]

something more than ordinary (francis wilkerson)

summary: after spending most of your hours with francis wilkerson, you started to wonder about the true nature of your relationship with the boy.

pairing: francis wilkerson x male!reader

wc: 1.1k

cw: relationship doubt

(part 2 to such a lovely day)

author's note: two fics in one day ?!?! i'm on a roll guys (no one ask me about my malcolm series... the writer's block for that is serious) as always, enjoy !!

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over the past few weeks, you and francis had grown incredibly close. despite marlin academy being a military school meant to reform you from your troublesome ways, you can say with certainty that was not happening. 

in fact, you both seemingly have gotten worse. especially in each other’s company. many late nights were spent sneaking out and pulling pranks on the other boys and spangler. 

almost every call to your parents was spent giving half-assed apologies with a cigarette hanging out of your mouth. half of the time, francis would steal it from your mouth before taking a drag himself. 

all the other boys didn’t think much of it. they just assumed that you and francis were close friends who bonded over getting off on other people’s misery. 

however, your relationship with the blonde, curly-headed boy was a lot deeper than that. 

you two didn’t put a label on it, but friends certainly didn’t spend night after night cuddled in each other’s arms or swapping spit. 

you didn’t think much of it, but a conversation with eric sent you spiraling. he was the only one who knew about your true relationship with francis, and of course he had his questions. 

“so like, what are you two?” eric asked one day. you both were hanging out in the common room playing pool. the other boys were too preoccupied with their own activities to even notice the finer details of your conversation with eric. 

you two would usually be accompanied by francis, but he was currently in spangler’s office getting an earful from the commandant. 

“what do you mean?” you asked, lining up your shot. you hit the ball right into the pocket you aimed at. 

“you and francis,” eric answered, standing off to the side as you lined up your next shot. he studied the way you angled your cue stick. “are you guys boyfriends or friends with benefits or something else? what’s the deal?”

the question made you lose your focus, just a little bit. you had never thought about the finer details of your relationship with the troublesome boy. you hit the cue ball, missing your target entirely. 

“fuck,” you hissed under your breath. you could feel your face heating up from the question. you honestly didn’t know the answer to it. before you could answer eric, however, francis called out your name. 

you turned to see him walking into the common area, the grin on his face was brighter than the sun. but instead of making your heart skip a beat, you felt an uneasiness in your stomach. he greeted eric with a clap on the back. 

“who’s winning here?” he asked, gesturing towards the pool table. 

“he is,” eric said, nodding his head in your direction. 

“that’s my boy,” francis said with a wink. eric raised his eyebrows at you, and you sighed. you shoved your cue stick into francis’ hands. 

“take it. i quit,” you said before storming out of the room. the two boys stared at you as you left. part of you wanted francis to follow you, to chase after you and ask what was wrong. 

but he didn’t. 

you stayed locked in your dorm room. when the lights out bell rang, you snuck outside. you left a convenient pile of pillows under your blankets to make it look like you were already asleep so spangler wouldn’t get suspicious when he did his nightly checks. 

you also snuck out so you wouldn’t have to see francis. 

you sat outside, just below your window. you lit up a newport and took a drag. you stared up at the stars above you, wondering if you went back to the city where you came from if they would shine as bright. 

you knew they wouldn’t. marlin academy was in the middle-of-nowhere alabama. there was virtually no light pollution compared to the urban area where you hailed from.

there were very few things you liked about marlin academy—the stars shined brightly, it was peaceful at night, and most importantly, it was where francis was. 

you took another drag. you came outside to ignore the nagging voice in the back of your mind that kept reminding you of francis. 

“can i join you out here?” francis asked quietly, pulling you from your thoughts. you turned around to see him already halfway out the window. the moonlight reflected off his blue eyes as he looked at you hopefully. 

you shrugged in response. he fully climbed out of the window, sitting down beside you. he was close enough that you could smell his shampoo and body wash. without saying a word, you handed him your already lit cigarette. 

he took it, bringing the half-smoked square to his lips. 

“why’d you run out earlier?” he asked, the smoke coming out of his nostrils when he spoke. you shrugged again, and he nudged his knee against yours. 

“c’mon, i know something’s wrong,” he urged. he always knew when something was wrong. at least when it came to you. he took another drag from the cigarette before handing it back to you. 

“what are we, francis?” you asked after taking a hit. you refused to look at him, instead staring at the smoke that just came from your mouth. 

“what do you mean?” he asked, looking at your face for any sort of clues. you dropped the cigarette butt on the ground, snuffing it out with your shoe. 

“i mean like,” you finally turned to look at him. “am i just a friend? just a hook up for you to toss out later? what are we?”

francis answered you by pressing his lips against yours. he tasted of mint toothpaste and cigarette smoke. you closed your eyes and kissed him back, mentally cursing yourself for giving into him so quickly. 

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. 

“i want you to be my boyfriend. there’s no one else, you’re not just a hook up i’ll toss out,” he whispered. he placed another gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth. “please say yes.”

you laughed softly at his sudden desperation. 

“i guess i can be your boyfriend,” you teased. you leaned in, kissing francis tenderly. you could feel him smiling against your lips. 

“we should head inside,” he said once he pulled away from you. you nodded in agreement. 

“we should,” you muttered. you could see a mischievous glint in francis’ eyes. 

“or,” he started, a smirk slowly appearing on his face. “we can ditch this place for the night.”

you smiled at his words, nodding your head again. he grabbed your hand before helping you to your feet. 

“where to?” you asked. francis dragged you away from the building. 

“wherever the night takes us,” he responded, looking back at you with eyes full of love. 

any doubt you felt earlier was washed away the second he looked at you. you squeezed his hand a little bit tighter as you both ran down the empty alabama streets, eager for what the night had to offer. 

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taglist: @liketheriverr ;; @cyanide-sodapop

[reeselings]

francis x new hire at the ranch

he’s training her to do lots of different tasks and stuff and they’ve had a lot of chemistry and tension from being so close for hours at time. they end up hooking up on the job and almost get caught by otto (you can choose the situation/setting/smut)

SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

i loved this request so much though, i love cowboys and i love ranch francis soso much <33 thank youuuu for requesting !!

[reeselings]

save a horse (francis wilkerson)

summary: francis wilkerson didn't know what to expect when otto and gretchen told him he had to train the new hire. he certainly didn't think that he would be hooking up with her while on the clock.

pairing: francis wilkerson x fem!reader

wc: 4.0k

cw: smut, exhibitionism, dry humping, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, unprotected p in v, creampie

author's note: SAVE A HORSE RIDEEEE A COWBOYYYYYY !! anyway i started working on this on thursday it is now tuesday apologies for taking so long </33 i hope you enjoy !!

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you followed gretchen and otto as they gave you a quick tour through the ranch. you were their newest hire, and while you haven’t received your training yet, they still wanted you to be familiar with the place.

they ended the tour at the stables. inside, a blonde boy was brushing one of the horses. 

“ah, and here is francis,” otto said, gesturing towards the said blonde boy. “he will be the one to train you.”

francis looked you up and down before giving you a smirk. 

“hey,” he nodded at you. his blue eyes were piercing, and you didn’t know if it was the ranch heat that was making you feel warm or the stare of the cute foreman in front of you. 

you gave him your name, extending your hand for him to take. francis took your hand, shaking it with a tight grip. when he let go, you physically felt the absence of his warmth. you wish he held on longer. 

“your training will start tomorrow,” gretchen said, interrupting whatever moment you had going on with your new coworker. “let’s show you where you’ll be staying.”

you waved goodbye to francis, a soft smile on your face. he knew then and there that you would be trouble for him. 

it didn’t matter if it was love at first sight or lust, francis couldn’t wait to spend more time with you. 

after three days of training, you thought you were going to die. every look, every touch, every word—it all felt purposeful and electric. you and francis had undeniable chemistry. you could tell he felt it too. 

every chance he got, he put his hands on you with the excuse that he was “helping” you. of course, you didn’t mind. you loved the feeling of his large hands on your arms when he showed you how to properly clean the stables, or the feeling of them on your waist as he helped you mount a horse. 

currently, francis was leading the horse you were riding. he walked ahead of you, cowboy hat on his head and a strong grip on the reins. every so often, he turned around to make sure you were doing okay. 

and every single time, he tossed you a wink. you could feel a burning between your thighs and it certainly wasn’t from the saddle. 

“you doing good up there?” he called out to you, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“yup,” you responded, nodding your head. you wiped the sweat from your brow as francis led you and the horse into the stables. he offered his hand to you, which you gladly took, as he helped you down.

his touch lingered longer than normal. 

“thanks,” you said softly. his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. 

“of course,” he replied, leaning in slightly. your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned in closer. you could practically feel his breath on your face. 

“ah, here you both are,” otto interrupted. you and francis separated quickly, putting as much distance between the two of you so your boss wouldn’t be suspicious. 

luckily, he was none the wiser. 

“i’ve been looking for you two,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder and francis’. 

“what’dya need?” francis asked.

“i wanted to treat you two to a dinner. gretchen is cooking now,” otto answered, leading you both back to the main ranch building. francis looked at you and raised his eyebrows. you smiled knowingly back at him. 

that little moment between you two was only the beginning, and you both knew it. 

the dinner was wonderful. gretchen cooked up a delicious traditional dish, and you shared laughter with the couple and francis for a few hours before you headed back to your own room. 

that night, the almost kiss you shared with the attractive blonde boy you met only days before replayed over and over again in your head. 

francis was so close to you, yet so far at the same time. you loved otto, and you were so incredibly thankful for the opportunity he and gretchen provided for you, but you couldn’t help but wish he didn’t show up at that moment. 

what you didn’t know was that francis was also thinking the same thing. the image of your sweat-glistened skin and pouty lips as you complained about the heat kept him awake these past few nights. 

all he wanted to do was kiss you. 

as well as other unsavory thoughts, but those were for himself. 

but that wouldn’t be the last time otto ruined a moment between you and francis. 

during your next training session, you and francis were closer than ever. he was teaching you the proper way to stock the bags of animal feed. inside the small closet, you two were almost on top of each other. 

when you were finishing up, he rested his hand on your waist while you restocked on your own. his touch was comforting, and when you turned to grab the next bag, your face was mere inches from his. 

“a little close there,” he commented, a smirk slowly appearing on his face. you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. francis pulled your body close against his. he leaned close, and his lips ghosted your ear. 

“but i don’t mind,” he whispered. he placed a quick kiss on your cheek. 

“francis,” otto called. the boy practically jumped away from you. “are you in here?”

“yeah, otto. we’re finishing up for today,” he responded. he glanced at you, a mischievous smile on his face. “i’m showing her how to properly stack the feed.”

otto walked into the closet you two were in. 

“ah, it looks beautiful,” he commented upon seeing your work. he turned to you with a large grin. “you have picked up on the ranch work so quickly.”

you smiled back at him. 

“all thanks to the great teacher i have,” you said while leaning over to nudge francis with your elbow. he gave you a quick wink, which of course sent butterflies to your stomach. 

every interaction with francis, along with the summer heat, was intoxicating. it kept you up at night—every night since you first started your training. 

and it only got worse. 

another couple of days passed with you and francis spending hours close together, but nothing happened. you had almost given up.

that was until the last day of training. 

the day soon approached, and you were sad that it would be the last day with an excuse to spend so much time close to francis. the weather forecast called for extreme heat, so you opted for shorter denim shorts and a smaller, tighter shirt. 

you didn’t think much of it—you just wanted to escape the heat. 

you met francis at the stables to start your final day. despite the heat, he wore his usual clothes. he had on a pair of jeans and a red flannel top. just like that first day he met you, his eyes raked over your figure. 

francis couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his stare trailed down to your chest, your exposed stomach, and finally, your bare legs. his imagination ran wild. the subtle glisten from the sweat on your skin didn’t help. 

he could already feel the blood rushing to his crotch. 

“we’ll start today with some more wrangling training,” he said as he cleared his throat and peeled his eyes away from you. he walked over to a horse, the same horse you’ve grown fond of over these past few days. 

francis nodded his head towards the horse. 

“c’mon. i’ll help you up.” 

once again, his large hands gripped your waist tightly as he helped hoist you onto the horse. they remained on your waist as you got yourself situated. it was only after you cleared your throat did francis stop holding onto you. 

he muttered a quick sorry before leading the horse out of the stables. he went back to get a horse of his own, and you two were off. 

the day was spent riding through the hiking trails with francis explaining to you the best way to guide your horse through it. he spoke so intelligently about the trail, you could’ve sworn he was born at the ranch. 

“so, how long have you been doing all of this?” you asked, bringing your hand above your eyes to shield yourself from the sun. 

“only a few months now. when i first got here, i had never even been on a horse before,” francis responded, chuckling to himself at the absurdity of it all. 

“no way, you’re so good at this,” you said in disbelief. francis was ahead of you, his broad shoulders moving with each step of the horse. he turned to look at you. 

“you’re not too bad yourself. in no time, you’ll be an expert,” he complimented. he was such a sweet talker, it made your knees weak. 

“we’ll ride back to the stables. there’s a few more things i need to teach you regarding the storage units,” he continued, turning back around to the path in front of him. you were thankful that you were going back to the ranch, the heat was becoming unbearable. 

you could barely stay focused with francis riding in front of you. he looked so good riding the horse like an expert. you couldn’t believe he had only started riding a few months ago. it made you wonder what else he was good at. 

back at the stables, you hopped off your horse and led it inside the stables. francis did the same with his. while he did so, you found your water bottle and practically chugged it. 

for the second time today, francis couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his mouth was slightly open as he watched you down the water like it was nothing. 

“like what you see?” you teased when you noticed him. you screwed the lid back on the bottle. he immediately looked away. 

“sorry,” he stammered out. you couldn’t help but smile. francis had been full of confidence and certainty over the past few days, but for the first time, he seemed nervous. he placed his hand gently on the small of your back and led you to a storage room. 

this room was somehow even smaller compared to the one you two were in a few days prior. so small in fact that when you turned around to see where francis was, your face was inches away from his. 

yet again, you found yourself so close to the blonde man in a cramped room. 

he smirked at you, eyes flickering down to your lips. 

“i really wanna kiss you right now,” francis admitted quietly. you could feel the heat rising to your face, and it definitely wasn’t from the sun. 

“then why don’t you?” you answered.

and in a flash, francis’ lips were on yours.

his large hands grasped at your waist. but instead of using them to place you on a horse, he pulled you close to him. you could feel his already hardened length against your thigh. 

“someone’s excited,” you said against his lips. he chuckled in response, pulling away slightly. 

“i’ve been waiting for this since i first saw you. of course i’m excited,” he explained before his lips were back on you. he started to leave open kisses down your neck. you tilted your head to the side to give him better access and closed your eyes. 

he pushed the strap of your top to the side as he worked on leaving a hickey near your collarbone. you sighed softly, hands tangling in his blonde curls. 

“francis,” you moaned quietly. his hands made their way down to your ass, hoisting you up against a wall that wasn’t covered by a shelf. 

francis started to hump against you. he buried his face into your neck, groaning faintly into your ear. you couldn’t stop the small noises spilling from your mouth. he was rubbing right against your core. 

you whimpered his name repeatedly—like it was a mantra—as he continued to buck against your clothed pussy like a dog in heat. 

“francis, want you inside,” you whined. he placed a kiss against your neck before pulling himself off of you. 

“are you sure?” he panted. “don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

you bit your lip and nodded. you didn't care about anything or anyone at that current moment. all you wanted was francis. 

he worked to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles. you kicked them off as he then worked on removing his belt. your hands traveled to his shirt, unbuttoning the flannel quickly. 

francis kissed you gently as you both continued shedding your clothes. when he pulled off your top, he felt himself go into a trance at the sight of your chest. you instinctively crossed your arms, covering your boobs in the process. 

“baby, don’t be shy,” he cooed. his voice sounded like honey, yet you still scoffed. he was still wearing his boxers—with an obvious tent—while you were almost completely bare.

his hands reached your and held your wrists. you gave no resistance as he moved your hands over your head, holding them steady while he hungrily kissed you. his free hand traveled down your ribcage, resting gently where the hem of your panties laid. 

“can i take these off?” he asked between kisses. you nodded desperately, and within seconds, your panties were discarded somewhere in the small storage room. 

francis pulled away to fully take you in. he physically felt his dick twitch at the sight of you. he palmed himself through his boxers, and you sank to your knees. 

“fuck,” francis groaned, tilting his head back. he couldn’t believe his luck. you reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, freeing him from the constraint of the fabric. 

you stroked him a few times before giving his tip a few kitten licks. 

“god, you’re so hot—” francis let out a choked groan halfway through his compliment when you took him fully inside your mouth. you started bobbing your head around his length with hollowed cheeks while you stared up at him through your lashes. 

he gripped at your hair, guiding your head while you swirled your tongue around his length. soft groans were spilling from his lips. he pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva connecting you to his head. 

“gonna cum, wanna be inside of you first,” he muttered. he helped you up and again, hoisted you against the wall. your legs locked around his waist, and you could feel him poking at your entrance. 

francis aligned himself up before pushing in slowly. your mouth fell open as you stretched around him. 

“holy shit, francis,” you moaned. “you’re so big.”

he smirked at your words, seemingly proud of himself for being well endowed. your hands gripped at his shoulders as he started to thrust into you. his head fell into your neck, and he left small bites to hold back his groans. 

you, on the other hand, bit your lip to keep your own sounds back. you whimpered his name with each precise thrust as he fucked you against the wall. 

“fuck, you’re so tight,” francis groaned into your neck. he started to move faster, fucking you with such precision you were already seeing stars. curses and whines fell from your lips when he started to hit that one specific spot inside of you. 

but just when you were about to cum, you heard the sweet voice of your boss. 

“francis, where are you?” otto called. he sounded like he was a few feet from the storage unit. francis placed a hand over your mouth as his thrusts slowed. 

but they didn’t stop. 

“inside one of the storage units,” he replied, voice slightly strained. you clenched around francis, the thrill of almost being caught turning you on so much. he groaned softly at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. 

“ah, i see. well, when you’re done, i need your help back at the ranch,” otto said. “which unit are you in? maybe i can help.”

francis’ eyes grew wide. he didn’t falter, though. his hips grinded against yours as he continued to thrust into you. you could feel yourself getting closer. 

“we got it under control. don’t worry about it,” francis answered. if your brain wasn’t fuzzy from the pleasure, you certainly would’ve noticed how raspy his voice sounded. his hand traveled between your bodies, rubbing soft circles around your clit. 

the added sensation was enough to snap the coil in your stomach. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you shook around francis, crying out his name in the process. he pushed his hand against your mouth harder to try and conceal your noises. 

otto called out your name. 

“is that her? is she okay?” he asked. francis winced, but not from pain. you were stretched around him so tight as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. your walls spasmed around him in a way that almost had him breaking composure. 

“she’s all good,” he almost groaned. “something fell on her foot.”

“francis,” you whined quietly. “need more. please.”

“ah, very well,” otto said. “i’ll leave you to it, then.”

and with that, you heard him walking away. when you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, francis removed his hand. you let out a loud groan. 

“fuck, you’re so wet,” francis moaned. “did almost getting caught really turn you on that much?”

you nodded, biting your lip to hold back your whines. he swore his dick somehow got harder at the sight. he slowly pulled out of you, and you winced at the empty feeling. francis gently set you down on the ground before attempting to move around in the small space. 

he found his shirt and laid it down on the ground before lying on top of it. 

“c’mon,” he urged. “need you to ride me. been dreaming of this.”

you felt yourself clench at his words. you don’t think you’ve ever been more turned on in your life. 

so, you straddled francis. you aligned his dick to your sopping cunt and sank down on him. you let out breathy moans with each inch that stretched you out. your thighs squeezed around his waist—the same way they did when you mounted a horse—when he was fully inside. 

his hands gripped at your waist as he started to guide your movements against his cock. he watched the way your tits moved with each roll of your hips. your hands were splayed out on his chest as you moaned out his name. 

“quiet,” he panted. “don’t want otto to come back and catch us.”

he was using your turn ons against you, but you were too far gone to even realize. the thought of being caught just spurred you on, and you grinded against him faster. 

“shit,” francis hissed. his eyes flickered from your face to your chest. he didn’t know what he wanted to look at more—the way your breasts bounce with each movement or the way your face contorted with pleasure as you moaned out his name. 

he was getting close. you could feel him twitching inside of you, the same way he twitched inside of your mouth when you blew him earlier. 

so, you started to bounce on his dick instead of grinding against it. he held your hips so tight, you were certain there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers by tomorrow. he held you still as he thrusted upwards. 

francis’ thrusts were precise, and the curve of his dick was hitting that one spot inside of you yet again. 

“holy shit, francis,” you cried. “i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah?” he spurred you on. “gonna cum on my cock?”

you babbled out what sounded like a yes as you continued to ride him. your brain was hazy and entirely consumed with francis. your skin glistened with sweat, but for the first time in days, it wasn’t from the heat of the sun. 

“god, you’re so hot,” francis groaned. “so hot bouncing on my dick like this.”

you couldn’t form the proper words to respond, so instead you cried out a string of moans and clenched around him. his words were bringing you oh so close, and you were sure you were going to cum any second now. 

“i’ve been thinking about this since i first saw you, been thinking about the way you’d feel wrapped around my dick,” he whined, tilting his head back as he snapped his hips against you. he was just as close as you were, and the filth that spewed from his mouth showed it. 

“fuck, francis,” you let out a choked sob as you came for the second time around his cock. he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. you couldn’t even focus on the words he was saying as your orgasm crashed through you. 

he came soon after, shooting his load deep inside your cunt with a string of curses leaving his mouth. francis didn’t believe in god, not with what he’s been through. but your pussy felt like heaven, and you looked like an angel on top of him. 

after this, he just might have to start going to church.

you fell on top of him, and he held you close against his chest. 

“holy shit,” you panted out. you could feel his seed seeping out of your entrance and around his dick. “i don’t think i’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

he let out a breathy laugh. 

“same.”

you both sat there for a moment, trying to catch your breaths. francis traced shapes against your skin absentmindedly. 

your little moment in paradise was soon interrupted, however, by otto calling out yours and francis’ name. 

“are you two almost finished with training?” he asked. “i need your help inside. some guests are being quite rowdy.”

you and francis laughed softly together. 

“we’ll be there soon, otto. we just need to clean up the rest of the mess in here,” francis replied. his voice was slightly shaky and definitely raspy. 

“ah, okay. i will see you both soon,” otto said. and again, you heard his footsteps fade away. francis helped you up, handing you your clothes. while you got dressed, he pulled on his jeans.

he then stood there, shirtless, as he tried to wipe away all the wood chippings that covered his flannel shirt. you stared at him lovingly as he desperately tried to wipe away the chippings.

the man in front of you had just given you the best sex of your entire life, and he was losing the battle against his own shirt. 

“francis, just wear it. we’re gonna be late,” you teased. he sighed before putting the shirt on, wood chips and all. you helped pick off some of the more stubborn chips as he quickly buttoned up the flannel. 

he then placed a soft kiss to your cheek before grabbing your hand. 

“c’mon, before otto interrupts us for a third time,” he said, dragging you out of the storage unit. 

back at the ranch, you and francis ran in to help otto with the customers. it seemed to be a couple that was giving otto problems. 

“oh boy, look at this one. his face is redder than a tomato,” the husband said when looking at francis. of course, francis was sporting red cheeks. to everyone else, that could be excused by being in the scorching sun all day. 

but you knew better. 

he rolled his eyes at the man. if it were any other day, francis would give him a piece of his mind. but knowing that you were standing right there with his own load stuffed inside your pussy, he couldn’t be all that mad. 

he turned to look at you, and you gave him a sympathetic smile. 

and in that moment, he knew it was love at first sight, and not just lust. 

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taglist: @liketheriverr ;; @cyanide-sodapop

[reeselings]

just read a chapter of one of my old fanfics and it pissed me off because fym that stupid ass fic had 5k reads and it was ass

i promise you this next francis one shot is gonna be my magnum opus i'm fueled by anger

the look on my face as i write rn

[reeselings]

okay i know u guys are def sick of me and my excuses but lore drop time !! my mom and step dad moved to texas near the end of 2025 and on saturday, me and my brother flew down here to come hang out with her for a week or two so i've been a bittt busy (i haven't been down here since like a month after they first moved in lol)

HOWEVER this francis one shot is at 2.4k words and counting i HAVE been working on it when i get the chances

hopefulllyyyyyy it will be published later today when i finish it it's called "save a horse" so do with that what you will

thank you for your patience, if you sent in a req i promise i will get to it i just suck :/ (i set deadlines for myself and then get sad when i don't meet them)

i love you all <3

[reeselings]

#needthat

[reeselings]

just read a chapter of one of my old fanfics and it pissed me off because fym that stupid ass fic had 5k reads and it was ass

i promise you this next francis one shot is gonna be my magnum opus i'm fueled by anger

the look on my face as i write rn

[reeselings]

i was hopefully gonna publish a francis one shot tonight but i lost the war against my cramps i offer you this pic of francis with a pig as an apology

thanks guys love you all <3

[reeselings]

could i please request francis x reader fluff with some angst on the side? hurt/comfort type shit

thank you in advance i binged all your francis fics already 🫶🫶

here it isss <3

i hope you enjoy it dearly i always tend to write a million bajillion words when it comes to francis he is my KRYPTONITE

[reeselings]

the only hope for me is you (francis wilkerson)

summary: francis took matters into his own hands after finding out about the cruel pranks the girls at school have been pulling on you.

pairing: francis wilkerson x fem!reader

wc: 1.8k

cw: bullying, nonlinear storytelling

author's note: inspired by that time lois said her "eldest lit a dog house on fire." also sooo tmi but in the middle of writing this i got my period #thanksfrancis as alwayssss enjoy <3 !!

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“you did what?” lois yelled in absolute disbelief. francis—who was not one to usually shy away—looked sheepish. his eyes were filled with guilt and his hands were behind his back, not by his own choice though. 

a police officer stood behind him, holding the cuffs that linked his wrists together. 

“we caught your son attempting to set fire to a dog house after the neighbors called the cops,” the officer explained. 

“what is the matter with you?” lois scolded through gritted teeth, grabbing francis by the ear and dragging him into the house. hal worriedly rushed out to deal with the police officer and any fees they would have to pay to cover francis’ actions. 

in all honesty, francis didn’t care about whatever punishment was about to come his way. he didn’t care about the cops or the screaming lecture he would get from his mom. 

all he cared about was you. 

just hours before, francis laid in your arms and in your bed. your fingers played with his curls anxiously, and he knew something was wrong. 

“what’s wrong?” he asked, turning his head towards you. you pursed your lips to the side as you were deep in thought, thinking about if you wanted to bother francis with your woes or not. 

“nothing,” you answered quietly. he rolled over, sitting up completely now, and placed his hands on your thighs. 

“c’mon, i can tell something is up,” he urged. he rubbed his fingers gently over your exposed skin. “what’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

you smiled softly at francis’ compliment, but the smile wasn’t there for long. it fell as soon as you opened your mouth to describe what was bothering you. 

“some girls at school are being kind of mean,” you admitted as you stared at your hands like they were the most interesting things in the world. it felt childish to say out loud. francis reached for your hands, bringing them to his lips as he softly kissed your knuckles. 

“what did they do?”

“what didn’t they do,” you sighed, finally meeting your boyfriend’s stare. you could feel the tears already forming in the corners of your eyes as you continued.

“carmen pushed me into my own locker on monday when i was grabbing my books. she played it off like she just accidentally bumped me, but i could tell it was on purpose by the way she laughed with her friends,” you explained. francis nodded along as you continued to recount your past week at school. 

he was always afraid of this—of the girls being mean to you while he wasn’t there to protect you. carmen and her friends ruled north high school with an iron fist. they were mean to anyone who crossed their path, and unfortunately, you got caught in their crossfire when you stood up to her one day. 

that day was over a year ago.

they had been tormenting you since, but it was stuff you could deal with. this past week, however, they ramped it up. 

“then, on wednesday, her and her friends got everyone to call me a whore. i don’t even know what they said to people, but reese had to get involved,” you said. your lip started to tremble and you could already feel the tears running down your face. 

it was horrible—something straight out of a movie. 

you had walked into school on wednesday, excited that the weekend was only a few days away. francis was coming home from military school, and it had been at least a month since you last saw him. 

when you were walking to your locker, however, you noticed the stares and laughs from the other students as they secretly pointed at you. someone called you a whore, disguised by a fake cough, and the hallway burst into laughter. 

more nicknames flew before reese quickly showed up by your side, threatening to beat up anyone who said anything else about you. but the damage was already done. 

but the way carmen and her friends stared you down and laughed? you knew they were behind it. they were always behind it. 

“what if they’re right, francis?” you cried. “what if i am a good for nothing whore? i’m not good enough for you.”

francis pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly as you cried into his shirt. he soothingly rubbed your back and placed kisses to your head. 

“they’re all wrong. if anything, i’m not good enough for you,” he said as his hold on you got tighter. he pulled you away from him to look at you.

you had black lines running down your face from your mascara, your glossy lip jutted out, and your eyes were filled with tears. you looked so hurt. 

“i’ll fix this,” he promised, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “don’t worry about it.”

he kissed away your tears before pulling you close into him again. he had no plans on going home anytime soon, not when you were in this state.

of course, he had revenge to exact, but until then, he was going to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you felt better. 

before francis left your house, he kissed you tenderly. 

“i’ll call you later, although it might be from the police station,” he warned. 

you cocked an eyebrow at the blonde boy in front of you and crossed your arms. 

“why would you be calling from the station?” you asked. but francis was already down your driveway. 

“don’t worry about it! love you!” he called, waving at you while he ran backwards. 

only moments later was he in the richest neighborhood in town. he was in carmen’s front yard, lighter in hand. he looked around sneakily for something to light.

not something that would set the whole house on fire or cause damage to someone, but something that was suitable for revenge. 

that’s when he saw the dog house. for being a dog house, it looked extremely fancy. still made of wood, but hand painted and adorned with fancy jewels. 

carmen’s family was rich and snooty, so everything about them had to match their personalities. 

francis double checked to make sure the dog wasn’t in the house, and when he confirmed it wasn’t, he tossed his open lighter inside. 

the house quickly went up in flames, a lot faster than he initially assumed.

panic started to set in.

piles of leaves near the small house started to also catch on fire, and francis turned around to try and escape the scene of the crime. he heard the shriek of a young woman, presumably carmen, as he ran down the street. 

minutes later, francis heard the familiar sound of police sirens. 

“damnit,” he hissed, dodging into a bush nearby. it wasn't his brightest idea. the bush was thinning and frail, and it was obvious a teenage boy had just jumped inside of it. 

the police car slowly pulled up and francis was quickly apprehended. 

“i don’t know what you were thinking, francis,” lois reprimanded, pointing a finger at francis. he sat at the dinner table, free from the handcuffs, as his mother paced around the kitchen. his father stood off to the side. “but your father and i did not raise you to act like this.”

she continued on for what felt like hours. in reality, it was only minutes. reese, malcolm, and dewey watched on while hidden in the hallway. they heard the commotion, and of course had to see what trouble francis would get into. 

“mom,” francis shouted, interrupting lois’ rambling. “let me explain myself.”

“you have two minutes, young man,” she warned. francis sighed and almost rolled his eyes, but he knew those two minutes would turn into two seconds if he did that. 

“some girls called my girlfriend a whore, they made her cry and bullied her all week, so i thought i’d teach the ringleader a lesson,” he explained.

lois didn’t flinch. she loved you, she truly did, but that did not excuse arson. 

“i didn’t think the whole yard would be that flammable. i only wanted to burn the dog house,” francis continued. 

“francis,” lois started to say, but he cut her off. 

“i’m sorry.”

now, lois was in shock. her eyebrow twitched as francis stared expectedly at her and hal. she looked to her husband, who looked just as stunned as she did. 

“son, did you say you’re sorry?” hal asked, not believing the words that came out of his eldest’s mouth. francis nodded. 

“i promised her i’ll fix things,” he explained, referring to you. “i guess my anger just took over. y’know, no one treats her like that and gets away with it.”

hal placed a hand on lois’ shoulder and pulled her off to the side. 

“i think she’s the antidote,” he whispered into her ear. lois rolled her eyes and scoffed. 

“honey, francis apologized. if it didn’t have to do with her, he wouldn’t have done that,” hal continued. he was right, but lois wasn’t going to play into hal’s antidote theory right now. 

she shrugged hal’s hand off of her shoulder before turning back to francis. 

“you’re not getting out of that academy anytime soon,” she warned, but her expression softened. “but don’t you ever start a fire again. do you hear me?”

francis stood up, a huge smile painted across his face. 

“loud and clear, mom.”

and then he was gone. 

“what am i gonna do with that boy?” lois muttered to herself as she watched francis run out the front door. 

within minutes, he was banging on your door. you answered, confusion on your face as to why francis was knocking on your door at this hour. you were thankful your parents weren’t home, they would have his head on a stick for coming over so late. 

“francis? what are you doing here?” you asked. you were about to fall asleep—you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a comfortable pair of pajamas on. he let himself inside, kissing you softly on the cheek as he entered. 

“carmen won’t be giving you anymore issues,” he said as he placed a hand on the small of your back. he led you back into your bedroom. 

“what do you mean?” 

“i took care of it,” he said, pulling you into your bed. he kicked off his shoes and pulled you close to his chest, just like he did when he was over earlier. 

you didn’t push him any further, you were certain you would hear about it later. you were too tired to even question why your boyfriend smelled like smoke and ash. 

you were just thankful he was there. 

your eyelids were heavy, and they got even heavier when francis started to run his fingers up and down your back. within moments, you were knocked out in his arms. 

he was close to falling asleep too. your scent filled his nose and your rhythmic breathing lulled him to sleep. 

but not before he whispered “i love you.”

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[reeselings]

i have 3 francis reqs and then 5 reese reqs coming up and then MAYBEEE i will open reqs again, i feel bad closing them but i literally feel like i take so long to write them i don't want people waiting forever </33

[reeselings]

went to edit my masterlist to add that new reese one shot and my shit literally lagged