#malcolm mcdowell x reader

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Short Malcolm Mcdowell fic ☕

-This is my first fanfic..thing? hopefully it's somewhat entertaining I tried emulating his charisma and overall personality if not I am so sorry! haha enjoy!-

It has been a long day, she couldn't help but reply it over and over what had been eating away at her, how it got to this point, her brain loved to fixate.

Once she made her way through the front door she felt a wave of nausea bubble up inside her as she bent down to take off her shoes, she waited a few seconds for it to pass and settle before bending back down and putting her shoes out of the way

Malcolm could hear her entire through the front door his head perked up from his newspaper like a meerkat as he looks in the direction of the sound and leans forward a bit on the couch curiously

"Is that you, Dear?"

He calls out to her, she usually announces herself when she comes home and she's been awfully quiet the past few days even for her standards

She creeps into the doorway with that pale look on her face, she crosses the room slowly towards him sheepishly and sits next to him

"Are you alright?..." he asks politely, He tries to peer at her face and study her expression

he doesn't ask what's wrong. He has a feeling he already knows she nods looking completely spent feeling too guilty to bring it all back up again as it's all she's been talking about for the past few days

He sets the newspaper down and turns to her his arm slips around her shoulders he lets out a quiet little sigh, more sympathetic than weary

"Long day?" He asks, more like a long week she thinks.

Feeling her nod, he smiles sadly.

"Mm. I thought as much, c'mere"

He embraces her fully in a hug one hand comes up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers brushing lazily through her hair, His other hand rubs slow circles between her shoulder blades as he rubs his cheek against hers subtly

The room is quiet now, bathed in the soft glow of the television’s flickering light. The hum of an old jazz tune plays from the TV a soundtrack, something from a old James Cagney film Malcolm was barely watching, too busy engrossed with his newspaper just before she came in. He sways gently with her still cradled in his arms like a parent with a child.

Without speaking, he reaches for the remote to the television and turns the volume down further until it's nearly silent, music only playing faintly now then he rests his cheek on top of her head and closes his eyes briefly

"You look pale, have you been eating enough?" He asks softly

"...no...probably not but...I haven't had much of an appetite recently" she mumbles

He responds softly

"My dear girl...

You don't have to explain it all to me again if you don't want to. I already know...

and I know what it does to you." He says softly

Eventually he tipped her chin up just enough to meet her eyes his brow narrows, and she gets full view of those big blue peepers of his, he gently caresses her face his thumb rubbing small circles over her cheek.

and he says sturnly but not unkindly,

"but I don't want you making yourself sick over this, these people they don't matter, and you must eat right if you want to function properly no wonder you look so depressed, we can't have that."

She opens her mouth ready to respond she explains she can't help fixating over it but he's having none of it

"No... you listen to me." He responds his voice deepens slightly

His thumb brushed lightly across her cheek. He begins to speak more softly

"Be good, be good for me, won't you?"

His voice was soft.

"Don't think so much, alright? It hurts me when you worry, making yourself sick for no real reason whatsoever, Seeing you tie yourself in knots over things you can't control..I don't like seeing you like that"

He gave her a gentle kiss to her forehead which she instinctively leans into she liked the parental dynamic they had sometimes it helped ground her in the worst of times having him there looking out for her comforting her

He speaks more softly and smirks

"I'd much rather see you smiling and laughing."

He looks down at her

"look at it this way, your spending all your energy on 'what ifs' when they haven't even happened, you're torturing yourself for no reason I mean what do you gain from it?"

he pulls away slightly looking at her he holds her shoulders firmly as he looks at her trying to figure out if she understands what he is saying or not

"please, stop.

If not for your own sake then for mine.. please? Be good and stop winding yourself up?"

She looks at him her expression softening and she nods.

"if I catch you spiralling again tonight..."

He pointed at her with a playful hint of authority.

"...you'll be sorry"

The stern look lasted only a second before it dissolved into a warm smile and a soft laugh and she smiles back.

"That's better" he nods

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead which she instinctively leans into she liked the parental dynamic they had sometimes it helped ground her in the worst of times having him there looking out for her comforting her he gives her a quick squeeze as he pats her back he smiles

she whispers a soft

"thank you" and he smiles giving her shoulder a comforting rub

He responds with a smirk and warmth in his voice as he pulls away and looks at her

"not at all.... We'll make some tea in a bit... or not! the couch is perfectly respectable medicine too you know!"

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[droogiesanddiscourse]

Can you do Alex headcanons for seeing his girlfriend beat up another girl because she saw her flirting with Alex in the Korova?

For this HC series, Alex is kinda a huge asshole but what else do we expect from him?  Also this is angst central so be warned, I’m just in one of those angsty moods tonight. 

Warnings: Alex being an in-character dick to you, angst, violence, toxic relationships, this hURTS 

• Alex tends to do a lot of things to spite you, he is someone who is always looking to get a reaction whether it’s good or bad. In his eyes, all attention is good attention. 

• So if he sees someone flirting with him deliberately in front of you, he may just play along with the act, throwing a few flirtacious remarks back her way. Some suggestive touches eventually give way. 

• I don’t think Alex really understands the concept of being tied down to one person. Alex’s life revolves around fast, cheap sex any way he can get it. He knows how attractive he is, how charming he is and uses it to his advantage. 

• You really, really try to not notice what’s going on, and focus your attention on talking to Pete, Georgie, and Dim at the other side of the Korova Milk Bar, The droogs just, tend to expect this behavior from Alex and ignore it. But they can 

• And he’ll always glance back at you, making sure you’re watching, might even give you a knowing wink. That absolute bastard...

• Yet, you stay calm at first. You didn’t come into this relationship not knowing Alex’s very scandalous playboy past. He’s given himself a reputation, and you always tell yourself that, well, maybe he’s not used to being in a commited relationship. False hopes, but somehow those ideas comfort you. So you just brush it off at first, making sure Alex doesn’t think it’s getting to you. If you ever learned something, it’s that if you don’t give the reaction Alex is looking for, he’ll stop doing it once he realises it’s no longer fun. 

• But, you also think about how unfair this whole situation is, and you know deep down that if the roles were reversed, Alex wouldn’t tolerate you, or anyone else for that matter to you, flirting. You notice you find yourself getting more and more angry. Your rational brain kicks in, realizing that this is really, really wrong. You don’t have to tolerate this! Fuck this! 

• You jerk back instinctively as your thoughts continue to race, trying to stand up and confront the two of them. Pete grabs your hand, and looks you in your eyes. He knows how hard this is, and honestly? He thinks you deserve so much better than Alex. He’s been very quiet about your relationship so far, but he sees how hurt you get over his actions. 

• He gives you a sympatheic look -- “ (Y/N), is this really what you want to do? Is it worth it?” He notices the tears welling up in your eyes, he gets it. A brief twinge in your heart makes you second guess yourself, maybe even realizing you’re dating the wrong person? “Maybe it’s time that you reali-”

• You shake that thought out of your head, yanking your hand away from Pete. He sighs, sinking back into the booth next to Georgie and Dim.

• Your heart rate feels the fastest it’s ever been, pounding in your ears as you walk towards the two of them - they’re practically fucking each other with their mouths in the corner. You feel like you’re moving in slow motion, that time has almost come to a stand still as you walk down the long hallway. 

• You reach for the small dagger in your pocket. Ironic, it’s a gift from Alex. One of his older ones that he realized he no longer needed. You’ve never felt the need to use it before, usually being a non-confrontational individual yourself. Yet, here you are. Any maybe, just maybe for the first time, you can really show Alex that you are not to be messed around with any longer. 

• You pull the strange girl off of Alex, and give a quick slash to the side of her arm with the dagger. She cries out in pain, and you hold the knife against her throat. She looks at you, wide eyed and terrified. 

• At first, I think Alex would have a genuine look of shock on his face. Because, let’s face it, he’s done this many times before without a single quip from you. Your fear always got the best of you, and you just let him walk all over you. Not anymore. You we’re So. Fucking. Tired of his shit. 

• The tears that were welling up in your eyes earlier slowly start to leak out, your voice trembling. “I’m not quite sure if you, k-know who you were uh, making out with in the corner here but. That’s....” your voice barely even registers as a whisper, “my boyfriend.” 

• You hesitate for a moment, yet push the dagger closer to her throat, now allowing the tip to gently graze against her skin. “And, if you don’t w-want anything to happen to you, I suggest that,” your confidence grows a little bit, now facing her dead in the eye. If looks could kill, she’d already be dead on the floor now. “I’d suggest you get the fuck out of here,” you spit, the words coming out like venom. 

• Before you know it, she’s out the door. And you’re left standing there. You wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.  

• Alex smirks, looking up at you from his still seated position, giving you a little golf clap. You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. He looks up to you, smiling in an almost endearing way. Such as a father figure would do. “Welly welly welly well! Looks like this koshka has, like claws, right right right?” He smiles and pulls you onto his lap, “I always knew there was something I liked about thou.” Alex tries to kiss your cheek, but you pull away from him almost immediately.  

• “Aww my malenky dove, don’t act all bezoomny with me,” he places gentle kisses to your neck, “that sodding devotchka didn’t mean anything to uncle Alex, yes? Not like how you mean to me, no no no...” he continues his ministrations on your neck. 

• He puts on his sweet act again, trying to woo you like he has many times before after he knew he “messed up”. Noticing your anger towards him, he starts to realize how serious you were being this time. He grabs your chin and turns your head towards him, making you look in his eyes. “Your my doll, aren’t you?” He gives you a rough kiss on the lips, and you try to push him off of you. But, you sink into it. Like you always do. He pulls away again, gently stroking your cheek “Can thou ever truly forgive me, I know I have made such a badiwad mistake, and hurt my most beauteous devotchka dearest...I promise it will never, never happen again...”

•  Your mouth opens and you let out an automatic “yes” before your mind can even catch up to you. You don’t even know if you want to say yes, but it just...happens. 

•  Alex smirks placing his lips back on yours, knowing that once again, he’s won. Lying through his teeth, Alex knows his silvertounge could convince him out of trouble. He could do anything he wanted, and you’d always end up right here, crawling back to him. Right where he wants you. He really can have his cake and eat it too. 

[headoverhiddles]

Sheriff Brackett and Dr. Loomis Fighting Over You Would Include

Thanks to @chari-koopa for supplying me with gold British insults 👌

So Brackett is your main daddy, since you grew up in Haddonfield and you’ve been seeing him for just over a year now

But then this charming mf in the form of Dr. Loomis comes into town talking about an escaped killer, and you’re like 👀

The first time Loomis notices you, he pulls his sunglasses down to look at you over them like dammmmn

Brackett is still your #1 tho, like he’d do anything for you and you’d do anything for him

But you can’t help but tease him, thinking of how fun it would be to have the two sexy older guys fighting over you

You’d tell Brackett about how hot you think Loomis is. He’d be stunned and more than a little vocal about how this was not a Good Idea

“Put plainly hun, he’s a raging asshole!”

You see Loomis one day on your way down the street to babysit, and you tell him Brackett doesn’t like him

“…he called me a raging asshole, didn’t he? The bloody tosser.”

Loomis trying to talk to you and Brackett having none of it, always interjecting/talking over him/telling him you’re busy

Actually one day you were talking to Loomis by the side of the road, and he was asking what you do, what you study, etc etc (“So, darling… I’ve got to know what you do.”) and Sheriff Brackett pulls over in his fucking cop car and honks so long, loudly, and obnoxiously that Loomis has to shut up and glare over

“Oh, sorry doctor, didn’t see you there. y/n, need a ride, sweetie?”

Actually they both talk over each other when they’re talking to you at the same time

You visit the police station one evening to find Loomis there discussing that Myers guy with Brackett, and you end up chatting with them both

Loomis is like, “What are you doing tomorrow night, love?” Brackett is, as usual, having none of it. “Tomorrow night is our movie night, kindly fuck off.” “Yes, but isn’t that frightfully boring? I mean, wouldn’t you like to–” “She would NOT–” “Asking her, you wanker!” “Did you just call me a wanker in my own office?! DiD yOu–”

Sex with Brackett gets reeeally athletic and rougher than usual, and you have to blame it on jealousy. He denies this vehemently tho

“It must be the moon cycle, sweetheart.”

“Really? Are you a fucking werewolf?”

Seriously tho, whenever you have an encounter with Loomis and Brackett catches a glimpse of his eyes taking you in, he fucks you hard right after

It’s super hot

Loomis asks if you want to come over to the motel he’s staying in. He says to "bring your Sheriff– let him watch me steal his girl."