Reese Wilkerson x reader where reader gets dared to date Reese and ask him out by senior prom I'm going to write the shit outta this fic everyone hold tight
I AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE WRITING THIS FIC YALL DONT WORRY ITS COMING TRUST 😻 Im planning for it to be chaptered too YIPPEE i’m just a bit busy cause my own prom is literally this wednesday oops (going with my friends cause I went to an all girls school 💀)
Currently dying from hayfever as well like why am I allergic to pollen its gotten to a point where when I eat raw fruit and veg my mouth swells up jeez
Why does everyone always pick the worst quality pictures they can find to try and say that Reese/Justin has "aged poorly" he looks exactly the same to me?? The only thing that's changed is his hair. He aged normally like a normal human being does.
Reese Wilkerson x reader where reader gets dared to date Reese and ask him out by senior prom I'm going to write the shit outta this fic everyone hold tight
𝜗𝜚 Summary: You've liked Reese ever since the day you met him. After failing to confess, you settled to being his best friend instead: watching him fall for other people, standing by his side no matter what. But he always came back to you for comfort—and despite knowing better, you let him. That was, until a fight changes everything.
𝜗𝜚 Pairing: Reese Wilkerson x self insert! reader (fem reader in mind when writing but no mention I think- there's mention of lip gloss though 🙂↕️)
𝜗𝜚 Genre/ warnings: happens around season 4-6, mainly centers around Reese being in the military, angst, fluff, pining! reader, mentions of Reese being dumb, fluff, makeout scene, reader being Reese's only friend, Alison, Beth appearance, I love Alison sm
𝜗𝜚 Word count: 5.2k
𝜗𝜚 Genre/ warnings: I LOVE REESE WILKERSON RAHHHHHh I need exams to finish ASAP I'm so tired of studying 😢 my next fic might take a while bc of them sob. But don't worry everyone I've got so many drafts rn - the Reese Wilkerson tag will not be dying anytime soon!! Anyways, please do tell me if there are any mistakes as English isn't my first language and my grammar is still all over the place :(
Liking Reese Wilkerson was a whole emotional rollercoaster.
In the sense that he was the most oblivious person you have ever met. You could tell by the fact that he hadn’t picked up on your attempts to ask him out ever since you joined in junior year, no matter how painfully obvious you made it.
Several times, all ending horribly wrong from what you had planned. Let's just say you would never ask anyone out during a game of dodgeball ever again.
Ironically, the second you stopped trying to be something more was the moment you became the closest person to him—his best friend. After seeing Malcolm humiliate him in front of your peers, you pitched Reese some ideas to get back at him, and the rest was history.
Your hangouts would vary, sometimes with you cleaning up his wounds after his endless list of shenanigans, to both of you sneaking to the open field near your house in the middle of the night, where you would lie on the ground and whisper embarrassing secrets you've never told anyone to each other.
Most times, it ends with him drifting off. And each time, warmth settles in your chest knowing he felt safe enough to sleep beside you.
You've seen the chaos he's capable of, and yet you still stayed by his side, sometimes even offering him unhinged ideas to act upon on when he was bored.
One day, you always said to yourself. One day in the future I will tell him, and if he rejects me I will eat three whole tubs of ice cream in one go and cry myself to sleep.
But of course, that day never came, because he had asked Alison out.
It was completely out of the blue; you still remember how your heart had soared when he came to you for advice, thinking that he finally opened his eyes and decided it was you he wanted to ask out.
How very naive of you.
"Please, you have to teach me how to do it! How would you like to be asked out and confessed to?" He pouted as he faced you, both of you sat on the flat rim of the water fountain at the local mall.
"I-uh," You began, immediately thinking about all the times you've brainstormed ideas to ask Reese out before you befriended him. Maybe it was time you should lay off those rom-coms.
You listed the criteria you had in mind. "Definitely get flowers when you pick her up, then invite her to a movie-preferably something from the romance genre, get only one bucket of popco-"
"You've really thought this through, haven't you? It's like you've been fantasizing about someone asking you out. Was this another one of your shower thoughts?" Reese smirked, a ribbing glint in his eyes as he stuck out his arm and reached into the bottom of the water fountain.
You responded by chuckling weakly.
"Heh, as if."
He fished out his hand and opened it, seeing a quarter and a small goldfish. He handed the quarter to you.
The fish sputtered water out and flopped sideways helplessly on his palm.
"Score! Dewey's gonna freak out—Oh, shit."
You looked up to see what startled him. The mall's security guard, whom Reese had, ahem, quite some history with, glared at him and scowled when his gaze drifted to the poor struggling fish in Reese's hand.
He sighed and shoved the fish in his pocket.
"Anyways, Thanks for the advice. I'll try and ask Alison out tomorrow and hope for the best. See you tomorrow! "
You didn't even have time to respond before he darted away whilst you stilled, staring at the exit where he'd just run out of.
Alison.
Reese clearly still didn't reciprocate your feelings.
Or detect it, as a matter of fact.
You felt like the fish that was desperate to grasp for water in Reese's pocket.
They did suit each other, even though you'd hate to admit it.
They were cute when they finished each other nonsensical sentences. And when Alison would show up to your bench at lunch hand clasped together with Reese's, snugly fit in his oversized hoodie, you could feel a pang of annoyance shoot through you, a constant reminder of your loss.
You were undoubtedly jealous, but what could you do about it other than swallow the tight feeling you have in your throat and masking your heartbreak with a grimace on your face?
What was worse was, as his best friend, you had to distance yourself from him during the course of their relationship.
You didn't want your friendship with him to end in any way, shape or form, but you knew there were boundaries you had to respect. Late night meetings ceased as he would spend the night over at hers instead.
Lunchtimes were accompanied by the sickly display of affection they had for each other that you had to bear through.
Might as well take your heart and stab through it a million times each time you watched them gaze into each other's eyes in their own secret world, giggling and holding hands.
And it wasn't like you didn't get your own choice: you had been asked out plenty of times, but you knew it wasn't fair to your pursuers that you were hung up on someone else. So you just sent them off with an apologetic rejection.
Then came what you were dreading: the school dance.
Reese had let you in on his plan on how he was planning on skipping it so he could save money. You immediately chastised him about how it was every girl's dream, and how he owed Alison that much as her boyfriend.
He was in this perfect relationship—he shouldn't be throwing it away over something trivial.
You attended the dance with a bunch of your other friends, but it just wasn't the same. If it were just you and Reese, one of you would be spiking the punch bowl whilst the other would keep watch.
But instead, he was with Alison, probably blending in with the other couples on the slow dance floor, hands all over and making out with each other.
Between small talks with friends, you tried to spot them in the dance floor expecting a sight that was worthy to cry over, when you took in Reese's slumped posture and red rimmed eyes. Alison had her arms wrapped around his neck, happily muttering about something whilst he just nodded occasionally.
Huh, that's weird, you mused. You were about to excuse yourself from the conversation, when Mr Brightside began playing on the speakers, and your friend practically dragged you into the dance floor. You followed suit, the rest of the night fading away as you enjoyed yourself.
Reese phoned you the day after the dance, sobbing and explained that Alison broke up with him after the failed plan of trying to get out of the dance.
You felt a wave of regret wash over you at the small sense of joy you felt from the news. It was so wrong to feel this way; Alison wasn't your enemy.
Throughout their relationship she had always treated you with respect and kindness. The thing was, you couldn't hate Alison no matter how hard you tried to. She was an angel, and you would feel awful if you hurt her with the sole reason that you wanted Reese for yourself.
You weren't sure whether you should distance yourself from him further to give him space, or rekindle your friendship to what it was like before he started dating Alison.
And all it took was one question over the phone for him to shatter all your initial hesitation.
"I don't want to be alone right now, will you meet me at the field?"
Damn your fragile resolve. So you agreed, and that night you lay on the grass next to him.
Fireflies flickered around you, their gentle glow weaving through the night and blending seamlessly with the stars above. The silent night was interrupted by chirping crickets and the occasional sniffles from a heartbroken Reese.
"I'm sorry about Alison," You started softly, trying to sound as genuine as possible. "You were cute together."
"Thanks." He blew into his tissue.
"I just- maybe, if I'd been a better boyfriend- and didn't try to screw up this dance…" He managed out the best he could with a blocked nose.
You turned your head to look at him. Tears were flowing down from the corner of his eyes as he looked up at the sky that were in hues of dark blue.
His cheeks and nose were pink from the cool night air, hair all messed up and eyes sparkling with tears.
He looked heartbroken.
And really, really gorgeous.
You wished you had a camera to capture this sight, and your heart lurched painfully at the thought that he wasn't yours.
You spent the next few weeks consoling him and soon enough, everything returned to how they used to be— you being the mastermind of his pranks, and tending to his injuries after.
This was perfect, and you fell even harder for him.
Your own fault, really.
Some time had passed by since he dated Alison, and you stayed by his side through all the events that occurred in the Wilkerson household.
You were there when Reese was devastated as Dewey ignored him for a few days until his Grandma's failed wedding.
You were there when Lois and Hal kicked him out, visiting his temporary apartment as much as you could, just so he would have company.
You were there to console him when he cried under the bleachers after Cheryl, the girl he had a crush on, didn't know his name when he asked her out with that confession letter you had helped him write.
"You're the best friend anyone could ask for." He hiccuped through sobs each time you soothed him. Other people might find this scene amusing, but all you could focus on at the time was the two words 'best friend'.
That's all you think you'll ever be. But you didn't mind. If he didn't want you, you would never force him to.
As long as he was a part of your life, you were content. Even if lately every second you spent with him left a hollow longing in your heart that was unexplainable.
You'd just have to get over it, eventually.
At the beginning of summer, he started dating Beth. You distanced yourself once again, both of you acting like your previous friendship was non existent, as the once frequent phone calls and meetups stopped entirely again.
You often spent your time staring blankly at your room's walls listening to heartbreak related songs on your Walkman, and the incomprehensible feeling did not fade fading as days passed.
The loneliness you felt disappeared in an instant when the phone rang, and Reese's voice echoed out in the speaker inviting you over for a favor.
Fifteen minutes later, you were in his room with him looking at you with those puppy eyes and adorable pout you could never resist.
"I'm gonna tell her I love her tonight. Do you want to help me set up?"
Love.
It was like time slowed. Your mind latched onto that single word, replaying it over and over.
You blinked quickly, trying to process his words.
Suddenly, it was like a veil had lifted in front of you.
The realization settled heavily in your chest.
The mysterious feeling you had was love.
You were in love with him.
And he was in love with someone else.
"Listen, I've got such a great plan— you good?" He tilted his head at your strange reaction.
"Y-yeah, I'm go fine." You coughed into your fist to try and clear your throat that felt tightened. "What's the plan?"
His concerned frown shifted to wide excited eyes as he explained to you how you were going to help him acquire a horse, doves, and a street performer who played the violin.
Anything to keep that smile on his face.
That night, you did as told and prepared everything Reese asked for. You stayed below Beth's window, keeping watch and holding the ladder as well as the horse in place in case anything went wrong.
You watched as he jumped into her room and spoke his small rehearsed speech, flinching with each word.
The street performer squinted at you from the ground, where he sat cross legged.
"You love him."
You bitterly grinned, longingly looking at the open window whilst stroking the horse's mane.
"Even you can see it, huh?"
He just brushed you off and picked up the violin, playing a different song than what was planned. It was a melancholic melody with a few notes that were out of tune, perfectly reflecting what you were feeling at the moment.
You could see Reese waving his hand out, a signal for you to release the doves.
"Be free." You murmured dramatically as you opened the cage door, "Live your tiny little bird lives and don't be a coward like me."
A few minutes passed and you picked up the sound of commotion, followed by Reese descending from the ladder, head hung low.
"Reese, what ha-?"
Without letting you finish your sentence, he had taken the horse's reins from your hands, mounted it clumsily and rode away.
You stood there, confounded.
"Well, my job here is done," The street performer groaned and stood up, packing his violin back into the case.
He took off, leaving you alone.
You were tired, and you stunk of bird poop and hay. You were going to go home and take a well deserved bath.
Your parents were away at a business trip, so you didn't have to worry about getting told off for breaking curfew rules. By the time you got back, it was practically early morning.
You turned off the tap as the tub filled, and you went downstairs to the storage room to find a preferable bath bomb.
A knock on your front door echoed, breaking the deafening silence of your house.
Your eyes widened and picked up the closest thing you could use to use as self defense, a packet of goldfish biscuits.
You looked through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Reese. You hurriedly opened the door, and was met with the sight of him with a tear stricken face, two full duffel bags in each hand.
"What's going on?" You gestured to the two bags he was holding. The dim yellow porch light flickered behind him as he stumbled his way in, standing in the door frame.
What you heard next was something you've never expected him to say.
"I'm going to join the army." He announced sullenly. "It turns out that Beth was cheating on me with Malcolm. Can you believe it? My own brother!" his voice was thick with anger, and his eyebrows were pulled together in a scowl.
"What." You uttered out, throat dry.
"I just want to get away from all this for a while."
He tone turned timid as he waited for you to answer, only to be met with silence.
"Just thought I'd tell you first." He added.
You stood there, trying to register what he had just said, before words began uncontrollably rushing out.
"What is your problem? You're not even 18 yet, for god's sake! You could die! Do you care about anyone other than yourself?" Panic was evident in your voice.
You couldn't lose him. Military would mean no contact except for the occasional letters. And it definitely wasn't going to be a while— you've read somewhere that it four years at the least.
“I care about you.” He said softly. "That's why I'm only telling you this. My family doesn't know," He flinched. "Well, yet."
“This isn’t fair! You don't just get to say goodbye randomly!” You could feel tears begin to well up as your vision blurred. You didn't want him to leave, especially not to a dangerous place that could lead to losing him.
"Hey- hey, don't cry. Please don't cry." Seeing your tears clearly caught him off guard. He reached his hand hesitantly out to wipe the tears rapidly that were now uncontrollably streaming down your cheeks.
This was the first time he had ever seen you cry, you realized. Usually it was the opposite way around, you reassuring him after every situation he got himself stuck in.
"I'm sorry. I did some thinking and came to the conclusion that this would be the best thing for me- to make something of myself."
Just tell him that you love him.
"Why did you even come here? To rub it in my face that my best friend is leaving me for god knows how long? Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself? God you're so stupid!" Was what came out instead.
The instant those words left your mouth you regretted it.
You're an idiot.
"You were the only one who didn't call me that," He croaked out, voice full of hurt and he took a step back like your words physically pained him. "You told me to ignore everyone who called me dumb and now you're acting just like them. My own best friend, of all people."
His words sent a painful jolt to your heart. It felt like you've betrayed him and he was straying further away from your grasp with every sentence leaving your mouth.
"You know what? You've made your choice of leaving, and I can't force you to stay no matter what I say anyway." You trembled out, staring at his blurry figure in the low light.
"Whatever. I just wanted to give my only friend a warning that I was going to be leaving. Was hoping to get a few comforting words, too." he spat out angrily, hastily picking up his bags and headed back outside to your porch.
You could make out that his own eyes were glistening, and your chest tightened with guilt.
The guilt quickly gave way to the anger and resentment you'd been burying for years when you dissected his sentence. This was so unfair of him. Coming to you every time something went wrong because he was counting for you to be there. Like your only role in his life was to reassure him and help him get out of tricky situations.
“You don't get to do this. I've always been here and the one time I need you, you turn this back on me?" Your voice cracked halfway through your sentence.
"I'm sick and tired of always being the person who picks up the pieces of the aftermath. Goodbye, Reese.” You gave his shoulder a firm shove and forcefully slammed your front door, shutting him outside. But not before you caught a shadow of disappointment and devastation flashing across his features.
You crumpled to the floor, pressing your palms to your eyes as if that could somehow stop the tears. That could've possibly been the last time you ever spoke to him. What if he got sent to an active war zone and got killed? Dozens of scenarios regarding Reese possibly dying clouded your mind.
You wanted to say you didn't care, but you did. You cared too much.
For the next few weeks of summer vacation, you threw yourself into different, random hobbies. Every time Reese crossed your mind, worry would begin to coil in your stomach. And so, you tried your best to push any thoughts of your previous best friend to the back of your mind.
Even after surrounding yourself with distractions, you still occasionally felt the dull ache of something-
no, someone missing.
You were stuck at home, only occasionally leaving your room to face your parents who came home late every night due to their jobs. The Wilkerson household was where you would usually be spending time before he dated Beth, but you've been avoiding his family like the plague since the day Reese left.
You knew they needed all the help they could get when you heard that Hal had been put on house arrest. But you just couldn't face them right now, harboring guilt about being the final straw of driving Reese away to the military when you could've stopped him that day. It didn’t help that you were livid at what Malcolm had done to push Reese into this situation in the first place
Summer was almost over, and all you've done was wallow in self-pity, whereas everyone your age was on a beach or at least had done something more interesting than you.
The night was quiet as you sat in the midst of the quiet of you and Reese's usual meetup place on the field. The spot around it was full of tall grass, making the space look especially cozy and secretive.
You laid down on the slightly damp ground, slipped one of your earbuds in and gazed at the sky above, thinking about him. He could be staring at the sky right now, sharing the same view in a completely different country.
Your heart sank, weighed down by how much you missed him.
You heard footsteps echo near you and you perked up.
This was strange.
No one else knew about this place, and the only person you've led here was-
“Of course you're here.”
The familiar, snarky tone that you adored.
Oh how you've missed it.
You sat up and whipped your head around to be met with Reese standing there, in a plain dark blue t-shirt, smirking like he hadn't been gone for two months at all. His usually spiked hair was flattened, probably from a shower before he came to find you.
You stared at him, blinking and unable to move a single muscle. Looking at him more properly, you've noticed that he's lost quite a bit of weight since you last saw him.
"Wh-" You interrupted him by flinging yourself onto him with a crushing hug.
He let out a yelp of surprise as your arms flew around his neck and he stumbles back, trying to balance but failing. The two of you fell to the soft grass together, and you ended up lying on top of him as you refused to let go. His arms lifted hesitantly, then wrapped around your waist in a gentle manner, and your heart skipped a beat.
The most you've come in contact with him previously were joking punches and the occasional head on each other's shoulder during vulnerable conversations, so this was certainly new.
"Great to see you too."
His tone was sarcastic, but you could hear a hidden layer of affection in his tone. A hint of softness that you've never seen directed at you.
Huh.
"Shut up, jerk." You mumbled into his chest before looking up at him shyly. He smelled like cheap dove soap, his usual scent.
"Great," He playfully sighed. "You got my favorite shirt dirty. I can feel the dirt and grass sticking to the back of my shirt. "
You rolled your eyes, a wide grin stretched across your face that didn’t seem like it had any intention of fading. You've missed him so much.
"Your hair's shorter." You noted. You liked his hair back when it was frosted, but you had to admit, he looked more mature and handsome once he stopped dyeing it.
"They forced me to shave it." He pouted and shuddered. "I'm so glad you didn't see it. I was hoping that it would be salvageable."
"Did you at least have fun? Make new friends? How are you here now? I mean, I thought basic training was like three months?"
Questions poured from you endlessly, eager for any excuse to hear the voice you had missed for far too long.
"Whoa, slow down. We've got time. I'll tell you later." He chuckled and his hand came up to ruffle your hair affectionately.
You were about to retort back when you felt something underneath his t-shirt nudge the bottom of your chin. You frowned and traced your finger over the unexpected nudge that lead to a chain on his neck.
"What's this? A necklace?"
"Please, you'll never catch me wearing one of those. This is a dog tag. It's for identification for when soldiers get deployed, just in case we-"
"Don't finish that sentence," You warned as memories of nightmares from the previous few weeks washed over you. You fished the dog tag out from the t shirt's neckline, fingers tracing the ridges of the engraved words.
Jetson, it read.
You rose an eyebrow and looked at him in mock disappointment "Jetson. Are you actually just a Reese doppelgänger?"
His cheeks reddened. "I used the name from my fake driver's license. The army was surprisingly bad at detecting these things."
You shook your head amusedly, dropping the chain as an uncomfortable silence took over, a reminder of the fight from when he departed.
You knew you would have to talk about it eventually. It would be better to rip the band-aid off quickly, and there was no time like now. You carefully moved off his chest and rolled onto your side, propping on one elbow. He adjusted as well, matching your position until you were lying face-to-face in the quiet.
"Reese, I'm so sorry about the fight from when you left- I didn't actually mean what I said." You apologized.
His eyes softened.
"Don't worry, I get it. I know why you were acting like that."
You froze. "You do?"
"Yeah, I mean, I would be mad too if you always came to me for comfort constantly. Looking back, I realized how it was always you who end up caring for me at my worst times. I'm sorry I haven't paid enough attention to you whenever I started dating someone new. I really am stupid, aren't I." He chuckled bitterly and avoided eye contact with you.
Oh. So he didn't actually know.
"Reese, there's another reason." You sucked in a deep breath and his gaze snapped back to you.
"I'd rather get it out now in one go so if you get too weirded out and decided not to keep me in your life, I completely understand." You stared at him, trying to detect any hint of his reaction to your ranmbling.
"I have liked you since the first day we met." You finally admitted, your fingers pulled on the grass beneath it nervously.
"Liked? as in, past tense?" He asked after a second passed.
"I think it turned to love by the time you decided to leave." You corrected him with a timid smile. "I know, I know, it's not something people would say first, especially not when we're still so young- I'm sorry I'm making things awkward-"
"-You know, after I deserted my post and got stranded in Afghanistan , the only person that was constantly on my mind was you." He gently cut you off before you could finish, his words pulling your attention back to him.
"How I was going to come back to you intact after our argument. I knew I couldn't leave you alone without sorting things out between us. You were probably the reason why survived long enough when I got lost in the desert ," He joked. "Mr Waffles was just a bonus."
"And from all that time I spent alone, it dawned on me." The lightheartedness left his face, replaced by a solemn expression.
It was your turn to gaze back at him intently.
"I think I love you too." He breathed out.
"What?"
"I don't even know how, or why, maybe it was because we have been apart for so long- I was probably overthinking—mmph!"
Boldly, you yanked on the dangling dog tag lightly and pressed your mouth against his. His lips were how exactly you've imagined them to be, warm and soft and pillowy against yours. They began moving gently, and you felt his hand cup your cheek as you lost yourself in his breath that tasted like- was it mint?
It wasn't anything like the passionate first kisses from the movies, but it was perfect to you.
You could feel your heart pounding in your ears as you parted reluctantly. He was breathing heavily, pupils dilated as his tongue flicked out to lick his lips sensually.
You breathed out. "Is that mint I taste?"
He sat up, eyes never leaving your face, and shrugged.
"I guess I swallowed a few mints before I came here. Had a vision this was g'na happen." He muttered in a dazed state.
"Oh, really?" A teasing smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
You leaned up towards him. His eyes flickered down to your lips and back up, and your stomach fluttered wildly.
"I'll let you taste again if you don't believe me." He offered, need obvious in his eyes.
Your response never came, because your back was pushed onto the ground as Reese pinned you down, one of his warm hands cupping your cheek firmly. His lips was on yours once again, this time the kiss more heated than your first.
He nipped at your bottom lip, as if asking for permission. Your mouth parted in return, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues swirled against each other with gentle pressure, and you swore you heard a tiny whimper escape him.
His t-shirt rode up from the front as you slid your left hand beneath his shirt, brushing over his surprisingly muscular back, palm tingling from where you came in contact with the feverish bare skin. Your other hand tenderly gripped the back of his neck, before sliding to ruffle through the damp hair.
You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on his uneven, ragged breath as you sucked and kissed each others mouths. The feeling of his other hand on the back of your head acting as a cushion sent a thrill of pleasure down your spine. He was acting gentlemanly, and you were finally at the receiving end of it after a year of hopelessly pining.
You whined when you parted for air eventually, staring at each others flushed face and reddened lips. The tinted lip gloss you applied when you left the house left a pink stain on the side of his lips and it looked like he had just fought someone. Combined with his disheveled hair, the sight before you was downright sinful, and it took everything in you to restrain yourself from pouncing on him like a starved animal.
"Yep. It has to be mint." You managed to mumble out. You felt lightheaded, but it wasn't from the lack of oxygen of the kiss.
Or was it? You couldn't tell. The entire situation felt like a fever dream that you never wanted to end.
Shortly afterwards, You both sat the way you always used to in the nights out before he left for the army—legs extended and leaning back on your arms, except now Reese had his arm around your waist and your head settled comfortably on his shoulder, having conversations on topics that you've never discussed before.
"Do you remember when I tripped in the cafeteria? When that beaker exploded on me in chemistry? And when you had to go to the nurse after that dodgeball incident?" You questioned, listing out all the times you've tried to ask him out and failed.
"So you were trying to ask me out? I can't believe I couldn't see what was in front of me. You should've punched me or something." He nodded, eyes widening as realization set in.
"I was so stupid, forgive me?" He then proceeded to plead jokingly as he gripped your waist tighter, eliciting giggles from you.
"You know what, maybe we're both stupid. In this whole feelings thing. But we've got time to explore." You suggested coyly.
He responded by pressing a soft kiss to the side of your temple, beaming smiles on both of your faces.
Finally got to this scene I was like thirsting over Reese at first but then the background story for why he is naked (Except for the bow) is actually diabolical this is crazy im actually CRYINGGG THIS SHOW IS LITERALLY MY EVERYTHING
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.
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