#malcolm bright x reader

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The Prodigal Son Collection

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Hum Me Something Soothing (Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader) ⊹ When Malcolm's night terrors reveal themselves at the office, you're there to guide them away.

I'll Watch Over You (Malcolm Bright x GN!Caregiver!Reader) ⊹ You're young Malcolm and Ainsley's caregiver when the Whitly's are away. And you can't help feeling protective over the boy who's taken a liking to you.

Little Parts (Malcolm Bright x Fem!Reader) ⊹ With a serial killer on the loose, you join Gil and his team to try and apprehend her, growing closer to a certain consultant in the process. When you're put in harms way, Malcolm does everything he can to save you.

So Be It (Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader) ⊹ Taking care of a sick Malcolm is no simple task, but with everything you've been through together, there's no place you'd rather be. In his moment of vulnerability, he opens up like never before.

Sunny Side (Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader) ⊹ Malcolm tries to surprise you with breakfast, and it may not go so well.

To Make It Through (Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader) ⊹ It's all been hitting you hard. Sometimes it's all just so exhausting. Malcolm sees the signs, and he wants you to know he'll always be there.

[orionsce]

seeing absolutely NO fics of the people i’m dying to read fics for: nobody thinks what I think

so close to just writing them myself

[olives-and-sunshine]

Malcolm x GN!Reader on their period

Summary: Malcolm takes care of you when you’re on your period

Word Count: 599

Content and Warnings: No reader descriptions, 2nd person, no y/n, gender neutral in the sense that no pronouns for reader used, could be read as queerplatonic, romantic, or ambiguous, menstruation, food/eating, mention of medication, let me know if I missed something!

A/N: Got my period for the first time in 3 years and wrote this within the hour. I guess I can have motivation to write sometimes.

You laid on Malcolm’s bed curled up in a ball, wearing a hoodie and hiding under a pile of blankets, facing the window. This was how Malcolm found you when he got home. He couldn’t see your face, or really any of you. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought there was a just a huge pile of blankets on his bed. He walked around the bed so that he could see you and sat on the edge of the bed. You looked up, your eyes meeting his and smiled weakly. “Hey,” you said softly, your throat raspy from not talking for a while.

“Hey,” Malcolm said with softness in his gaze, smiling back at you with the gentle smile he reserved mostly for you. “Are you okay? Or did you just want to become one with the blankets?” he joked, but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“I’m okay. Sort of. I started my period today,” you said with a frown. You tilted your head up to look at him better. “I hope you don’t mind me taking over your bed for the time being.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “No, I don’t mind. You know I never mind,” he leaned over you slightly, gently stroking your cheek. You leaned into his hand. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“The usual.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back then,” he said, smiling at you again before standing up and walking away.

When he came back, he came with a tray of your favorite snacks, especially the ones you prefer on your period. The tray also had a little cup with some medication in it. He moved a cup of water and a cup of tea that was on the tray to the bedside table. He left again and came back with an electric weighted heating pad, which he plugged in.

You sat up with a soft grunt and put the heating pad on your stomach. You took the tray into your lap before eating some of the snacks. “Do you need anything else? Do you need me to pick anything up, do you need any menstrual products?”

You smiled softly. “No, I’m okay though. Thank you, though. All I need is for you to hand me the glass of water and then maybe cuddle with me a bit later.”

“I can do that,” he chuckled, handing you the glass of water. You took the medication and continued to eat and drink the tea he made you. When you were done, he grabbed it all from you, putting it on the bedside table again. “I’ll be right back; I’m going to go change.”

He came back and laid down next to you. He was wearing a blue Harvard sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. He was on his side facing you and opened his arms so you could cuddle into his side. Once you adjusted the heating pad and got comfortable, he wrapped his arms around you and sighed contently. He kissed the crown of your head, letting his eyes drift close.

You nuzzled your face into his neck. “I love you,” you said quietly. “Thank you, for all of this. I really appreciate all you do for me.”

“Of course, it’s the least I can do,” he kissed your head again. “I love you, too. More than anything,” he spoke softly, rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner.

You eventually drifted to sleep. You knew Malcolm wouldn’t, but it was still nice to just be in each other’s presence and rest.

[curseofaphrodite]

girl simps for someone in an underrated show with no fanfics anywhere 25 dead 12 injured

[noforkingclue]

By Any Means Chapter 18 (Malcolm Bright x reader)

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You paused when you exited your apartment building as there was clearly someone waiting for you. She turned to look at you and raised her eyebrows at you.

“So you’re Malcolm’s…” she trailed off as she looked for the right word

“I’m not Malcolm’s anything,” you said as you approached, “and you seem to have me at a disadvantage.”

“Malcolm hasn’t mentioned me?”

“If I don’t know your name how can I know if he’s mentioned you or not?”

“Ainsley, I’m his sister.”

“Ah. He might’ve mentioned you once or twice.”

You stuck your hands in your pockets as you walked towards her.

“So what do I owe this honour?”

“Malcolm hasn’t been himself lately. What happened.”

“Well you don’t beat around the bush do you?”

“I don’t see the point.”

You sighed and ran a hand over your face.

“Come on,” you jerked your head to the side, “there’s a good coffee shop nearby. You can’t buy me an overpriced coffee and pastry.”

“Why should I buy?”

“Because you want answers. Nothing in this world is free.”

Once the two of you were safely tucked into a quiet corner of the shop, and you took a sip of you peppermint tea, you knew you couldn’t escape Ainsley’s questions.

“Malcolm asked me out,” you said, “I refused.”

Ainsley seemed surprised by your answer and you smiled at her shocked expression.

“Not what you were expecting?” you asked

“From what mother was saying I had expected that you two were already together.”

“Jessica talks about me?”

“Not all the time. You’re on first name terms with my mother?”

“We’ve run into each other once or twice.”

“I thought I might find you two here.”

You stiffened at the familiar sound of Malcolm’s voice. He was standing by your table and Ainsley looked amused at your equal discomfort. Malcolm glanced at the empty seat by you side and after a moment’s hesitation sat down next to his sister. An uncomfortable silence settled over you and you looked out of the window. Ainsley took a sip of her drink and looked between the two of you.

“I’m not interrupting anything,” Malcolm said, “It’s just-“

“I should get going anyway,” you said quickly, “I have a lecture.”

“Wait,” Malcolm said quickly, “what I said-“

“Bye Ainsley, it was nice to meet you. Maybe we can meet up again sometime soon.”

You didn’t have time to hear her reply as you practically bolted out of the café. Ainsley turned to her brother and smirked and said,

“You really fucked up.”

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“What’s wrong?”

You glanced over as Richard sat down next to you. He raised his eyebrows at you and you turned your attention back to the lecturer.

“Nothing.” You said

“Bullshit. You used to sit up here when you had something on your mind.”

“Maybe I just fancied a change.”

“I know you too well,” muttered Richard, “you can tell me what’s wrong. I’m your… I was your friend.”

You turned to look at him, what Malcolm said coming to the surface again. Could he really be the murderer? Someone that you used to trust so dearly?

“Malcolm asked me out.”

“I thought you two were dating already.”

“Ha ha.”

“And what did you say?”

“No.”

“No?”

“We’re too different,” you whispered as you made a few more notes in your book, “it wouldn’t have worked.”

“And here I thought you were getting gout of this life.”

“I am. I want to.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“It’s just-“

“You’re afraid?”

“Yeah.”

“Unusual.”

“This isn’t exactly usual circumstances.”

“When is it with us? You seemed happy with him.”

“I do like him but we’re too different. In the long run it just wouldn’t work.”

“Do you genuinely believe that or are you just telling yourself that? Look, after all the shit we’ve been through we deserve something good.”

“Is this you telling me that I fucked up?”

“Yeah?”

“Dick?”

“What?”

“If you were in trouble, you’d tell me right? Even after everything we’ve been through.”

“Where has this come from?”

“Or if you’ve fucked up. You’d tell me so I could tell you.”

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, thought you wouldn’t.”

[fansformentalydistroyedmen]

Last Names

A Malcolm Bright x Reader Fan fic

Your last name is a secret his is hidden can this love start and survive with two traumatized people. Dumb parents

Chapter 1- The Meeting

“Hold on Sam! Don’t let go! I’m trying, the rope just won’t cut. No Sam! Sam! Mom! Dad!” I sit up fast panting and hot tears running. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. I rub my eyes and look at the clock. It was about 5 in the morning. An hour of sleep is not too bad. I roll out of bed and straight into the shower. Trying to be as fast as possible I don’t even bother trying to warm up the shower. It’s not the day to try and get over my fear of water. As I watch my hands shake as I try to scrub my hair I close my eyes and as always, there they are just like always, haunting me. “Go away.” I whisper desperately. Opening my eyes and being blinded by sunlight as it floods my bathroom. I finish up and get out, quickly getting ready for work. I grab my phone and walk out of my apartment. As soon as the door opens I can hear the busy city of New York. The loud car horns, the screaming people, and of course the sound of construction. I wave down a taxi and get in thanking the driver. As he drives away I stare out the window letting my leg bounce up and down. It’s a bright day, the sun is way too bright, not a cloud in sight. This city is terrible to live in with constant migraine but you learn to deal with the pounding in your head. I rummage through my purse and pop a couple of my daily meds, an anti anxiety, some to help with the migrain, then a few for panic attacks, and so on and so just anything they claim will help, they never really do. The rest of the taxi ride is quiet as I let my head fall back. Once my ride comes to a stop I pay and get out. I walk into the police precinct. Immediately I am flooded with familiar sounds and faces making me relax. I walk over to my desk throwing my stuff on the table. I slump into my chair and rub my face. Soon someone taps me on my shoulder, my friend Dani.

“You look tired.” She hands me a cup of coffee. I am immediately overwhelmed with the smell of terrible coffee. I smile and take a sip, is it disgusting, yes, will it only be one of thirteen, again yes.

“Thanks.” I take another sip

“You look tired, late night?” She smirks.

“Yep you know the fun stuff, insomnia, nightmares, and the occasional attack from my cat, Penny.”

“Boring you really got me excited in the beginning.” She says with a slight frown. I raise my eyebrow.

“Really you had even the slightest of hopes my night went different. Do you even know me.” I laugh. She rolls her eyes at me and walks to her desk. I start to fill out some boring paperwork and continue with my coffee. Until my Boss and Mentor Gill walks out.

“We’ve got a case!” He yells out as he throws a coat over his shoulders. With that everyone on my team gets up and leaves. I jump into Gill's car and he starts driving while Dani and my other team member JT follow behind us.

“So how are you doing?” Gill starts with his usual questions.

“You know, fine nothing exciting.” I shrug.

“How's the nightmares?” Again with the questions.

“Preventing me from sleeping but I got a whole hour last night.” With that Gills chuckles.

“So what about the migraine?” Listen, all these questions are sweet but my answers never change.

“Painful but bearable.” Once again I reply now for the lecture.

“You know if you drank more water instead of the, what is that your fifth cup of coffee this morning?”

“6th thanks for underestimating me.” I can see his eye roll. The rest of the car ride is quiet besides the tap of my foot on the floor. Once we arrive I get out but Gill stays.

“I’ll be back, just head upstairs.” I look at him weirdly but follow his instructions. I walk up the stairs and show my I.D. I see Dani and JT so I walk up to them.

“So what do we have?”

A single homicide looks pretty straight forward.” JT claims.

“Boring.” I groan realizing that was said out loud and not just in my head.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean that I just mean it shouldn't be too bad. No no of course her murder was bad I...never mind.” I bite my lip trying to shut up as JT shakes his head. We all start examining her body. Something felt wrong with this case. It was just a feeling but something was off. A couple minutes later I hear Gill talking to Dani and JT and they do not seem happy. I must of zoned out and missed something. I look straight forward only to be met with bright blue eyes.

“Holy!” My hand goes for my heart.

“Sorry you scared me.’ I shake my head.

“Oh sorry ma’am.” The strange man says. My head tilts in curiosity. Who was he and why was he so comfortable in a crime scene. I watch the wheels in his head turn as he stares at the lady.

“Can I help you?” His eyes shoot up to look me dead in the eye.

“Oh sorry, I just haven’t seen you around here before. Normally it's all the same people. I’m Y/N by the way, not that it matters.’ I smile

“Hi Y/N, I'm Malcolm Bright, a Consultant.” He smiles softly but as soon as he said his last name something went off in my head.

“Not to be blunt but why did you just lie to me about your last name?” I ask as curiosity takes over.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry when you said your last name you blinked a few extra times, that's a tell for when people lie.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You just did it again, the whole blinking thing.”

“I’m not lying, you must be mistaken.” He looks down at the body again.

“Why do you keep lying, you must be a terrible liar.”

“Listen, ignore the blinking thing, why did you introduce yourself with just your first name is the question? People normally use their last name.” I bite my lip at that.

“I don’t like being called by my last name, that’s my parents name not mine.”

“If you won’t tell me the truth I won’t tell you either.” He looks back at the body, I narrow my eyes at the strange man in front of me. Who was he? Why was he here? Questions flooded my head. I was caught off guard when he stood up quickly. He looked angry, I hope I didn’t upset him. Just then he starts going off about how this was a copycat of the surgeon. He went into the surgeon with a fine tooth comb. It was crazy the amount of details he knew about this case. He later stormed out of the apartment and Gill followed. I closely trailed him. He was my ride back and if he was leaving I was too. I could see them arguing. Soon Gill caught a glimpse of me so I walked out.

“Time to go back to the precinct?” Gill rubbed his face.

“Yeah, Bright gets to sit up front he’s older.” My eyes widened but I did not have the energy to argue as my head started to pound even harder.

“Fine whatever.” I exclaim as I rub my eyes and get into the back of the car. Malcolm stares at me weirdly as he gets into his seat. The car ride is quiet which I accept gratefully as it now felt like my head was going to burst open all over the backseats. Once we arrive at the precinct everyone trails into the conference room and starts talking over the case. I sit in my chair with my knees pulled up to my chest as Malcolm goes over a Profile of the killer. Once he is finished people start to trail out of the room as I stare at the board soaking in everything. Malcolm shows up behind me.

“So see anything?’ I gasp at the sudden person and noise behind me.

“Sorry, no, geez what do you have with scaring me.” I rub my eyes viciously.

“I don’t do it on purpose, just Y/N.” He says snarkily.

“Oh so that's how it's going to be Malcolm. So you're a profiler?”

“Yep and I can profile you and anyone else.”

“Ah really.” I laugh

“Yep like I can tell that either you're high on anxiety or that’s your 9th cup of coffee. Which is because you haven’t slept because of something that obviously haunts you. Family issues, financial struggle no your to put together for that, medical issues would explain the migraine you have. So what is it?” My eyes widen and my anxiety picks up as my legs shakes more viscously.

“None.” I say as I stand up way too quickly. The world starts to spin and I feel my legs start to give out. I grab onto the table as he reaches for me. I grab my head as he hesitantly places a hand on my shoulder.

“You good?” He stares with scared eyes. I blink a couple of times.

“I’m fine, sorry I stood up too quickly.”

“Maybe you should sit down or drink something other than coffee.”

“I’m fine but thank you.” I walk out of the room quickly and go to the bathroom knowing its the only place he can’t follow me. I quickly lock the door and slide down it covering my face.

[make-me-imagine]

12 Days of Christmas 2022 - Masterlist

Here are the links to everyting I posted for Christmas this year.

(Christmas Masterlist Post)

Key:

❄ Not Christmas At All (Just Winter/Vibes) 🎁 Christmas Mentioned/Vibes (But not part of the plot) 🌲 Kind of Christmas 🧑‍🎄 Christmas

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Day 1: 'Christmas Surprise'; Darry Curtis x Reader + The Boys & Reader; cute/fluff [🧑‍🎄]

Day 2: 'Stress Relief'; Leverage Crew + Eliot Spencer x Reader; fun/humor [❄] Bonus: Top Gun Christmas Scenario Game [🧑‍🎄]

Day 3: 'Mistletoe Distraction'; Lou Ransone x Reader; cute/fluff [❄🎁]

Day 4: 'Home For Christmas'; Joaquin Torres x Reader; mild angst/fluff [🧑‍🎄]

Day 5: 'Cozy Winter Evening'; Malcolm Bright x Reader; cute/fluff [🌲❄]

Day 6: 'First Christmas'; Jonas Quinn x Reader; cute/fluff [🧑‍🎄]

Day 7: 'White Christmas'; Christopher Pike x Reader; cute/domestic fluff [🌲❄] Bonus: 911 Christmas Scenario Game [🧑‍🎄]

Day 8: 'A Christmas Rose'; Cavill!Sherlock Holmes x Reader; cute/fluff [🌲] - Part Two Coming New Years Eve/Day

Day 9: 'Christmas Proposal'; Steve Rogers x Reader; romance [🌲]

Day 10: 'Secret Santa: Part One'; Top Gun; ? x Reader; fun/anticipation [🌲🎁]

Day 11: 'Secret Santa: Choose Your Own Character Ending' - Day One; Bobs Ending [🎁] Fanboy's Ending [🎁]

Day 12 (Christmas): 'Secret Santa: Choose Your Own Character Ending' - Day Two; Hangmans Ending [❄🎁] Roosters Ending [❄] Mavericks Ending [❄🎁]

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shout out to tumblr. for flagging one of my Malcolm Bright gif imagines from 2020 for... sexual themes...

what?

anyway, it was a gif imagine about Malcolm hallucinating and then getting hot chocolate after because I was 17 and was trying to show my fav some comfort.

[twistnet]

for you [ malcolm bright ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; on the way back home from a case, malcolm stumbles across something that reminds him of you

⋯ PROMPT ; strange artifact — your lover gifts you something odd they found at a secondhand store simply because “it reminded me of you” 

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, slight angst [ mention of murder scene ] + general fluff [ gift-giving, soft!malcolm + kisses ]

“... and that’s what i’m saying! it was a crime of passion! there is no way you could make clean and precise cuts like that without taking some sort of pride in your work!” malcolm states happily, smile beaming across his lips as the rest of his team look at him worriedly -- however, he’s grow far used to their reactions now and he wonders briefly why they haven’t done the same.

but as he walks back towards gil’s car, he slides to a stop in front of the large antique shop window, looking over the display with peaked interest, “hey, do you mind if i stop in for a little bit?” he questions to his mentor, bright eyes catching the confusion as girl towards to face him, “doesn’t this have something to do with the case?”

malcolm quickly shakes his head, “no... but i’ll be quick.” he states, ducking into the shop when girl nods his head and gives him permission. malcolm stumbles right in, hooking the corner and looking over the item he had seen on the other side of the window.

a small part of him realizes that the little antique is corny, and rightfully so. but it’s too adorable to pass up and he knows you would find the gesture to be sweet -- even if he might have to explain it to you when he gifts it to you later tonight.

it’s so perfect that he quickly calls the shopkeeper over, “how much for the little pin?” he questions kindly, pointing the pin in question with a bright smile. the shopkeeper gets him all settled, tying it up in a small box before waving him off with a kind gesture.

“did you... get what you needed?” gil questions him the second he exits, eyeing the little gift bag settled between his fingers, “yes, i did. are dani and jt already back at the percent? i just realized something else...” malcolm states, before delving into a full explanation as gil drives the two of them back to the precinct.

the second the case is solved and the suspect is in custody, he’s making his way back to his loft apartment in search of you. if he timed it right, you’d already be home and well relaxed from your long shift at work. the perfect time for him to give you his gift.

“oh, you’re home!” you exclaim, surprised to see your boyfriend come walking through the front door of his apartment, “i finished my case, and i’m just waiting for gil or dani to call me when a new one comes in.” he smiles, and you nod happily, “congratulations to you, always good to hear that you solved one.”

malcolm smiles, watching as you clean up you dinner mess. since the two of you had begun dating, you had always been enthusiastic and encouraging of malcolm’s case solving. sure, you did get concerned when he wouldn’t sleep or turned every ounce of his focus onto getting this case solve, but you were happy he found something he enjoyed doing.

“i got you something...” he utters softly, dropping the gift bag onto the counter as you look up, “oh, you didn’t have to get me anything.” you state, drying your hands as you come around the island to stand beside him.

“i saw it, and i thought of you. thought maybe you could have a little something to remember when i’m gone for so long...” he trails off, embarrassment flashing across his cheeks before you softly caress his cheek, “i’m sure i’ll love it...”

malcolm watches intently as you open the gift, pulling out all the paper before popping open the little box to keep the pin from getting damaged, “this is so cute...” you utter, picking up the little red lollipop pin from the box, “i love it...”

malcolm sighs in relief, smiling as you lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss to his cheek, “i’ll put it on my work vest!” you smile, removing yourself from his embrace to find your work vest, and pin the pin to the fabric by your name tag.

there’s no way to describe the happily that warms his heart the next morning when you’re leaving for work, and he catches the little lollipop pin just above your name tag when you lean down to kiss him, “i’ll see you later, babe.” you utter, not missing the bright smile that comes across his lips when he gaze floods down to the pin.

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Hi ;) I don't know if you're currently accepting requests, but if you do, may I request a Malcolm Bright x Reader fic please ? TW : Self-h*rm, anxiety, depression, ED, mental illness.

Reader and Malcolm are very close friends so they both lovingly care about each other. Reader hasn't been answering any of his calls and messages for a few days, which is unlike her 'cause she always picks up the phone when he calls her. He starts to grow more and more worried, especially because he knows about her mental health struggles. So naturally he decides to go check on her. When he arrives he finds her in a very bad state : depression, anxiety, ED and Self h*rm have been hitting her harder that usual. He stays in at her house for a few days to take care of her, which includes reassuring her when she gets panic attacks, telling her that he strongly cares about her and that nothing will make him leave her, laying beside her to help her sleep, hugging her etc. Eventually she starts to feel a bit better.

I know it's very emotionally charged, both with dark stuff and comfort/care stuff, so if you feel like you can't do it, it's totally okay, I understand. Do whatever makes you feel the most comfortable.

Please take care 🤍 Sending you hugs.

To Make It Through

(Malcolm Bright x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Insinuations of self-harm, ED, depression, anxiety, and mental illness.

Word Count: 1203

A/N: I wasn’t sure how to begin writing this. The most important goal for me was writing this with respect to those who suffer from self-harm, depression, mental illness, ED, and anxiety. I have never experienced the first four, but I’ve dealt with mild to moderate anxiety, I believe since I was young (I’d like to add, I’ve never been diagnosed by a doctor for anxiety). I have no idea what someone who lives with these struggles goes through. I wanted this to be a comforting story, one that hopefully brings a little light to everyone who reads it.

I didn't want to include too many details that could be triggering or potentially disrespectful to those who deal with the topics above.

And to anyone who is suffering and in need of help, below are different hotlines and resources.

National Eating Disorders Association

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline

The Trevor Project

National Institute of Mental Health

Malcolm unlocked your front door with the extra key you gave him.

It’d been three days since he last heard from you—no responses to his texts. No calls or video chats, not even a dumbass meme. And he was worried.

You were religious in your response time to him. Honestly, he had no idea how you could send a text off so quickly.

First, he noticed the dishes on your counter. A few days' worth. Then, the blanket was on the floor instead of folded neatly over the couch. Your curtains were drawn tight, and the couple of plants you had were a little less lively than when he was here last week.

He slowly pushed your bedroom door open so as not to startle you.

It was difficult to see through the darkness, but from what he could tell, clothes were thrown around the room. And he could make out a thin layer of dust on your bookshelf.

He took in your curled state under your comforter. Only the top of your head peeked out.

He didn’t need to ask you what was wrong. You’d known each other long enough for him to recognize the signs.

After slipping his shoes and coat off, he gently lowered himself beside you. He didn’t move the covers or speak, only placed a hand close enough to your back so you could feel him while not being touched. 

He didn’t know if you were awake, but that didn’t matter. He’d wait however long it took until you were ready to acknowledge him.

He wondered when you last ate—those dishes were probably older than he thought. He tried to recall if there were any warning signs he should’ve picked up on when he was here last time. But you seemed fine.

You were also very good at hiding it.

About an hour later, you shifted to face him, still beneath the blankets.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

He whispered your name. You didn’t move.

He tried again. “Can I do anything for you?”

You sniffled, and his heart nearly broke.

“Can I move the blanket, honey?” he asked.

The top of your head moved slowly in a nod.

He hooked a finger and pulled down carefully, revealing water-lined eyes with bags under them.

He thought as much. When things worsened, you never slept well.

“What do you need?” he whispered as gently as he could.

You didn’t look at him as your hand emerged to clutch your pillowcase.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled.

He nodded. He couldn’t let you stay like this.

“Then, could you do something for me? I know you won’t want to, but you can come right back. I promise.”

You glanced at him, then looked away. As much of an acknowledgment as he would get.

“Go take a shower. Take as long as you need,” he said.

You didn’t fight him, didn’t argue, and he took that as more of a bad sign than anything.

Once your bathroom door closed, he stripped the bed and threw everything in the washer. After replacing the sheets, he put the discarded clothes in your hamper and tossed any trash he spotted. He kept the blinds closed. Baby steps.

He was finishing putting the dishes away when you walked out in a towel and back into your room to change.

You didn’t ask what he was doing or tell him he didn’t have to do it. You almost ignored him.

You had already returned to bed when he entered. This time, you were against the headboard, staring off into space.

He sat beside you.

Your hands rested above the covers, wrists on display, and his shoulders relaxed.

It hadn’t gotten that bad.

He let you have your silence. Sometimes it was what you needed.

“Why are you friends with me?”

Sometimes it wasn’t.

“Because I need you,” he said.

It was all he thought to say. Superficial compliments wouldn’t stop your mind from spiraling. Hopefully, you’d believe him.

You shook your head. “You deserve better.”

He wanted to shield you from your own words. 

“(Y/N), I need you to look at me,” he said. And when you didn’t, he repeated himself. “Please?”

You glanced at him, rubbing the hem of your shirt between your fingers.

“Have I ever lied to you?” he asked gently.

You shook your head slowly, hunching your shoulders.

“I will always always tell you the truth,” he said. “You’re my best friend. That’s never going to change, okay?” He carefully pulled your hand between his. “I care about you so much, (Y/N). You’re never going to get rid of me.”

You sniffled, glancing at him through your lashes.

Tears lined his own eyes, threatening to spill forth.

You were his best friend. He’d be lost without you, and he needed you to know that he’d never go anywhere, that he belonged by your side. You made him feel seen. You made him feel sane.

Whatever you needed from him, he would give.

“Can you…Can you hold me?” you whispered, trying to keep your voice from breaking.

He answered by laying on his back, waiting for you to settle on his chest, hands still connected.

“Get some rest,” he whispered. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

—

Malcolm stayed with you for the next few days. He even called Gil and said he had to take a personal day, much to Gil’s surprise and pleasure. Thankfully, Gil didn’t ask any questions. Malcolm never would’ve broken your trust like that.

Today was the first day you had gotten dressed. Malcolm considered that a massive sign you were starting to feel more like yourself.

“How’re you feeling?” He took in every feature of your face, searching for the most minute twitch.

“I’m…I’m better.” You nodded slowly. “I’m not okay. I know that, but I’m better than I was. Not everything’s as…dark.”

The corner of his mouth tilted up in a sympathetic smile. His fingers found yours, holding them lightly.

“All healing takes time. And I’ll be right here whenever you need me.” His eyes stayed locked with yours, nothing but sincerity in them.

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

He shook his head slightly. “You never need to thank me for doing something I want to do.”

It brought tears to your eyes—how kind he was. Malcolm was the only person you could trust with everything. He knew what it was like to be trapped in your own mind, to hate so many parts of yourself that you want to rip out.

And each time you were on the verge of relapsing, he’d pull you away from the edge. As you’d done for him.

“Why don’t we take a walk? See how many squirrels we can feed,” he said, offering you his arm.

Your face lifted, not a smile, but not so melancholy as it had been.

“Okay.”

Grasping the crook of his elbow, you interlocked your fingers there and let him lead you outside.

The sun's warmth sunk into your skin as Malcolm launched into what his mother was trying to rope him into. And when the first chuckle in a week passed your lips, the darkness didn’t feel so encompassing anymore.

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Three Drinks, Two Texts, and a Phone Number

Here we go! My first new fic since December! This is for @make-me-imagine 's 5th Anniversary Challenge

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x gn!reader (I reread it to double check, but if you spot any runaway pronouns please let me know)

Prompt: “Meet up for a blind date and getting along very well, only to realize halfway through you met up with the wrong person on accident.”

Length: just over 1200 words

Warnings: the reader does do a bit of drinking in this, and maybe mild language warning?

A/N: This is my first time writing in this fandom! I've wanted to write for this for awhile, but haven't gotten around to it. I also messed up with the prompt a bit, so that probably disqualifies me. But I wrote it anyway!

Three Drinks, Two Texts, and a Phone Number

You’d just gotten off work when your best friend called with an usual question.

“You’re single, right? Please tell me you are.”

“Ummm, yeah?” They’d been by your side after your most recent, and rather painful, breakup, so they had to have known this.

“And you still owe me for getting you an advance copy of that book?” You couldn’t lie, having a friend with a job at a bookstore had its perks.

“You’ve held that over my head since you did. Let me guess, you finally figured out how you want to cash in that favor?”

God, you hope it’s not something bad. Or illegal.

“You’re going on a date tomorrow night. Consider it a gift.”

“What?” You’re a little taken aback. “No.”

“You owe me. I’m not saying you have to marry the man, just go out with him. One date won’t kill you. Look at it this way, you’re getting a free meal out of this too.”

“If I do go, which is a big if, can I ask who I’m going on this date with?” You question, still a little hesitant.

“That would ruin the surprise, it’s called a blind date for a reason. And you are going, even if it means I have to drag you to the restaurant myself.” You knew she was being sarcastic, but something also told you that there was a bit of truth in that.

Eh, what the hell. Why not.

As you straighten your shirt, you can’t help but wonder if you’re overdressed for this.

“That’s nonsense. You’re still used to the work-from-home sweatpants. This is absolutely perfect for a date at a fancy restaurant.” Your best friend continued to babble over the video call, but nothing really stuck. You were busy being stuck in your own head.

*ding*

The sound of your phone jolted you back into reality.

“Okay. I sent you the address of the restaurant. Remember, 6 PM. No later.”

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You arrive at the restaurant a little early, choosing to wait in the lobby than take up a table before whoever your date was showed up.

But that was exactly the problem. He never seemed to show up. You waited until 7 before giving up and asking the hostess if there were any seats available at the bar. Sitting down, you checked your phone in case your friend texted you that something happened to your date.

No text. You managed to get stood up by a blind date. 

“Date gone bad?” The man to your left asked.

“How’d you know?”

“You’re sitting in the bar of a fancy restaurant, clearly overdressed for a bar, constantly checking your phone.” He continued on, “Plus, I have yet to see you do anything but scowl at that phone you keep checking and order what I assume is a very strong drink.”

“So you know my story then. What about you? Do you just wait for sad girls to show up at the bar so you can hit on them?”

He made a bit of a face. “Annual mother’s day gift. She hates that I’m not in a relationship, so every year I let her set me up on a date. This one never showed.”

“Not exactly the same as me, but similar enough.” You explained to him. “Best friend set me up with this ‘blind date’ disaster. So here’s to being stood up by strangers.” You raise your glass in his direction. 

“At least we can still tell our attempted matchmakers that we met someone for drinks.” You say as you finish your drink. “You know, we’ve been sitting here complaining for a while now and I still don’t know your name.”

“Malcolm Bright. You?”

“y/n. Nice to officially meet you. What do you do for a living?”

“I mostly work with the police, but I’m not actually a cop or anything. Just a consultant.”

Starting on your second drink, you tell him about your job. Your very boring, same shit different day, type job. He acted interested, but not even you were interested in your job.

“I know it’s boring, but it’s nice while I finish grad school. Then I’ll have something interesting to say on first dates.”

A number of other topics came up in conversation that night.You mentioned that you’d always wanted to try roller derby, to which he was able to randomly recite the very high injury potential/rate.

“Yeah, I know. But it’d still be fun to try, right?”

Malcolm  mentioned his weapons collection, then got absolutely giddy when you asked further questions on it.

“Most people find my collection strange or unsettling. I usually don’t tell people I’ve just met, but what the hell tonight.” He announced to the bar, raising his glass and prompting you to raise yours as well.

Yeah. What the hell indeed, you think, finishing your drink and ordering a third. You never drink this much, but getting stood up by a blind date seemed as good of a reason as any.

It was that exact same attitude, and possibly the drinks, that led you to write your number down before you left. Handing it to him as you got up from the bar, you smirked.

“This was nice. Text me sometime. Maybe we could go on, you know, an actual date?”

Realizing you’d just given a stranger your number and all but asked him on a date, you turn and leave before he can say anything. After all, if he did have something to say, he did have your number now.

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You woke up with the worst headache you’d had in years. How many drinks did you have last night?

As usual, the first thing you did was look at your phone. There were two text messages.

One from your best friend

“WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?”

And one from a number you didn’t know

“Tonight was nice. Dinner on Saturday?”

“Oh, and this is Malcolm by the way. The guy you gave your number to at the bar last night.”

You start replying to your friend

“What do you mean? I was at the restaurant you gave me the address to. When whoever it was didn’t show up within an hour, I decided to sit at the bar and order some drinks.”

“Shit. I mixed two of the numbers in the address. Shit. Now Steve is pissed at me.”

“STEVE? YOU SET ME UP WITH YOUR ASSHOLE COWORKER?”

Now you were actually thankful you were sort of stood up. That guy was a piece of work. You’d picked  your friend up from work all of twice, but apparently he’d been obsessed with you since.

“Yeah. You know the concert I have tickets for in three weeks? My boss decided to schedule me that night. Steve told me he’d trade shifts with me if I set him up on a date with him.”

You couldn’t deal with that right now. Just couldn’t. So, rather than letting your temper get the best of you and saying something you know you’ll regret, you take a deep breath and turn to the other pair of texts. And say something you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t regret.

“Sounds wonderful. Same place, just with actual food this time?”

“And at least this time we both know what we’re headed into, right? No more surprises?”

“I can’t promise there’ll be no surprises, but yeah.”

The next deep breath you took wasn’t in trying to suppress your anger, but in trying to quell the butterflies quickly forming in your stomach. 

You can’t wait for Saturday.

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[noforkingclue]

By Any Means Chapter 22 (Malcolm Bright x reader)

Not long now until the end of this fic! Thank you to everyone who stuck with me :)

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“Are you ok?”

“What do you think?”

“Well in the way you’re tidying up I’d say that you’re pretty pissed.”

“Observant as always, Dick.”

“Richard.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a towel as you began the drying up. Richard winced when you almost dropped a mug and slowly approached you. You jumped slightly as he put his hand on top of your and gently lowered it.

“Why don’t you put that down?” he suggested

“Why? Nervous I’ll drop it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I bet you’re happy I’m not holding a knife.”

“I’m always happy about that.”

Richard moved closer and took the mug from your grip. You sighed in defeat and sat down at the kitchen table. You watched as Richard started on the pile of drying up and you said,

“Sorry about what Malc said.”

Richard shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, “I’ve certainly had worse things said about me.”

“Worse than being accused of being a murderer?”

“It’s more about who said it. Why should I care about the opinion of someone I don’t know. I know that the two of you are… close.”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked at you. You felt your face get hot and looked away.

“But Malc and I aren’t. So why should the opinion of a virtual stranger hold any weight on me?”

You smiled and stood up. You walked towards the window and looked out at the view of the city.

“I wish I was able to be a bit more like that,” you said, “guess I hold onto grudges too easily.”

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and pulled it out. You saw a text from Malcolm but before you could reply your phone was knocked out of your hands. You stiffened as a pair of arms wrapped around you and a cloth was pressed against your lips.

“Besides,” Richard said against your ear as your vision because to swim, “it is true after all.”

*

“Something’s wrong,” said Malcolm as he paced about, “y/n hasn’t picked up her phone.”

“Well can you blame her?” asked JT, “you did accuse her friend of being a serial killer.”

“No,” Malcolm looked down at his phone, “this… this feels different. Usually she’d reply by now.”

“Do you think something has happened to her?” asked Dani

Malcolm hesitated for a second before nodding. If you opened a text you always replied to it immediately, even if it was just a brief message. You didn’t like to leave people (although Malcolm suspected that you just did this with him) hanging. 

“Yes. I do. I have a bad feeling that something very bad is about to happen and that we need to find her now.”

*

You were vaguely aware of being lowered into water however you were too weak to open your eyes. You shifted slightly and a cool hand gently stroked your forehead.

“Damn it,” a familiar voice said, “you’re waking up. I was hoping that you wouldn’t. I didn’t want you to be awake for this. I just wanted you to slip away quietly. For you to know nothing about what was going to happen to you.”

“Di-”

“Shh, relax. For once, just relax. You don’t have to worry about anything ever again.”

You heard someone get into the water beside you. You fought to keep yourself awake and not fall into the inky, welcoming darkness.

“And then, this’ll be all over and I can finally move on with my life.”

[fansformentalydistroyedmen]

Last Names

A Malcolm Bright x Reader

What could go wrong at a dinner with a nosy mom?

Chapter 3, Part 3- Disaster Dinner

Suddenly I was in a gorgeous dining room, I was stunned until Malcolm pulled my chair out for me. I quickly sat down and thanked him awkwardly, not being used to such gentle men like actions. Lets just say I haven’t been on a date since I was 17 and now I’m 25, not that this is a date of course. The first few minutes of dinner was quiet as everyone slowly nibbled on the roasted ham that was being served. Slowly things started to dissolve into an argument between Malcolm and his mother. Arguing about how he saw his dad in prison to solve the previous case. I just sat quietly as they continued to argue about this topic. I could see where she was coming from but I definitely can see where he is coming from. Ainsley looks at me and rolls her eyes, “Guys why don’t we argue about Malcolms poor decision making later when we don’t have a guest.”

“Your right Ainsley even though Malcolms actions were totally reckless, Y/N I heard you and Malcolm work together, both profilers I believe?” She questioned. 

“Oh yeah I am a profiler, I have been for a good eight years I believe.” I answered 

“Oh wow, umm what a young age to start in such a gruesome job.” She looked at me strangely. 

“Yeah, I graduated college young so I decided just not to wait to pursue my dreams.” I responded as she nodded her head. Slowly we all finished eating and Malcolm and I were preparing to leave. 

“Hey Malcolm, can you come help me with something upstairs?” Ainsley asked.

“Oh yeah sure, Y/N I will be right back.” He said as I nodded. I watched as they headed upstairs as I stood there awkwardly. His mom looked at me as if she was examining me. 

“I know who you are Y/N.” She said blatantly, my eyes widened in shock as I was taken aback.

“Excuse me?” I questioned.

“You are Y/N Scott, daughter of the serial killer duo and experimental child abusers.” She stated as my breathing started to hitch and speed up.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” I lied. 

“Stop with your lies, I can see right through you. This is what's going to happen: stay away from my son. He does not need any more dark things in his life. Let alone a whole trauma basket case, or else I will tell him.” My mouth opened but nothing came out. I heard Malcolm walking down the stairs.

“Alright let's get going,'' he stated. He quickly hugged his mother and opened the door for me. I was speechless, blinking away tears trying to hold myself together. I slowly walked out the door and down the steps.

“Hey, whatever my mom said to you, just ignore her, she can be very intense sometimes.” He looked at my eyes with pure care. I nodded slowly as he opened the passenger door for me as I slid in. Almost the whole car ride was quiet which I was grateful for because my voice would have broken if I said anything. As he pulled up to my apartment and parked his car, he looked at me. “What did she say?” He looked concerned.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” I nodded, blinking back tears. I quickly opened the car door and got out.

“Have a goodnight Malcolm, thanks for everything.” I closed the door before he could say anything and ran up to my front door. Quickly opening it and closing it to hide myself as I crumbled. 

[make-me-imagine]

Cozy Winter Evening

12 Days of Christmas: Day 5

Plot: You and Malcolm take a break from crime and death to have a cozy Christmas movie marathon.

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None~

Words: 768; short and sweet

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"Got the cookies?" Malcolm asked as he stirred the hot cocoa.

Setting the cookies onto a small dish you grinned "Yep, and they're perfect." You looked over at him and smiled "Ready?"

He smiled and nodded, following you back into the living room. Malcolm smiled at your obvious giddiness as you set the cookies down.

You had been looking forward to tonight for over a week. It got pushed back due to a murder case, but now you finally had your evening to relax and watch Christmas movies.

Sitting on the couch, he chuckled as he lifted the pile of blankets you brought with you "Think we have enough?"

"Not nearly" You said jokingly as you sat beside him, grabbing the blankets and lying them across you.

As you cuddled into Malcolm's side, he stretched his arm back across the couch behind you. The fireplace was crackling nearby as the rain pattered lightly outside.

Grabbing the remote you hummed "Alright, which one first?"

Malcolm shrugged "Home Alone?"

"Or Elf? Which I cannot believe you have never seen."

He shrugged his head "Eh, I wasn't too into Christmas at the time."

"That's fair" You commented before you looked over at him "Elf, Home Alone, and then How the Grinch Stole Christmas?"

"What about Die Hard?"

You tilted your head "We're not watching Die Hard, Malcolm."

"It's a Christmas movie!"

"Not a cozy night on the couch Christmas movie" You laughed.

He pouted playfully and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, we can watch Die Hard, if, we watch a Muppet's Christmas Carol too."

Malcolm tilted his head back as he stared at you for a moment, contemplating your offer. Letting out a soft smile he nodded "Deal."

You grinned as you turned back to the tv "But we're still watching Elf first."

He chuckled as he looked at you adoringly, "Fine with me."

Three movies, Chinese take out, and too many eaten Christmas cookies later, you stretched as you stood up from the couch as the credits rolled.

"Die Hard next right?"

You looked down at him before placing out your closed fist "One round. Winner get's to pick."

Malcolm eyed your hand and smirked "Alright."

Reaching out his own fist, you locked yes before you began moving your hands, and speaking in sync.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors, shoot!"

Seeing Malcolm's fist remain closed, as your fingers shot out, you let out a groan as he fist pumped "Yes!"

"Alright alright, Die Hard next" You said with a pout, but your tone gave away your amusement. "I'm gonna get some more cocoa first, do you want some."

Handing you his mug he smiled "Yes please."

Walking towards the kitchen, your eyes passed over the window. Stopping, you let out a soft gasp "It's snowing!"

Malcolm looked over at you before looking out the window, seeing the soft snow replacing the previous rain drops.

Getting up, he walked over to where you were now in front of the window. The small flakes melted as they hit the street below, but you still smiled brightly at the sight of them.

"First snow of the season." Malcolm said softly.

"Now it really feels like Christmas" You said with a smile.

Malcolm looked over at your face, seeing the obvious glee in the wrinkles at your eyes. No matter how many winters you saw, you always loved the first snow.

Malcolm really took in how he was feeling for the first time as he watched you. At first he did not feel the Christmas spirit, after everything that had been happening in his life. But you came bustling into his house with decorations and a tree. Even bringing decorations for Sunshine's cage.

You made him cocoa, and cookies and made him watch Christmas movies, and he loved every minute of it. In between the uncertainty and drama in his life, there was always you. And just as you looked at the first snow in awe, he looked at you the same way.

Reaching over, he rested his hand on your back as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

After another moment of watching the snow in silence, he finally broke the silence with an amused smile. "Okay, now go get the cocoa, John McClane is waiting."

You let out a soft laugh as you stepped away from the window "Alright, alright, sheesh. You and your Die Hard." You finished jokingly under your breath as you headed into the kitchen.

Malcolm watched you for another moment, with a grin on his face., before he returned to the couch and your ridiculous amount of blankets.

xx End xx

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I'll Love You When the Oceans Dry - Malcolm Bright Imagine (Prodigal Son)

Title: I'll Love You When the Oceans Dry

Pairing: Malcolm Bright X Reader

Based On: She Calls Me Back

Word Count: 653 words

Warning(s): subtle reference to insecurities

Summary: Malcolm wasn't one to go out looking for love. When he met (Y/n), it simply hit him like a train. He felt like he was balancing on the line between healthy and obsessive. Maybe that balancing act wasn't as scary as he originally thought it was.

Author's Note: It has been a while since I've written for this character. I hope people still like how I write him because I've missed him.

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**Written in third person**

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It would be reckless to claim that one person could repair any problem that one had with their sleep cycle.

However, Malcolm would be lying if he tried to claim that having (Y/n) next to him didn't help him a little bit.

Maybe it was because being able to wake up and see them was very comforting.

Now... it was thoughts like that that worried him about his feelings for them.

He couldn't help but feel obsessive at times. He would find himself awake far earlier than he should've been and let himself relax next to (Y/n) like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His hand would cup the side of (Y/n)'s face as he scanned every part of their face.

Malcolm knew that they loved him, but he couldn't help but wonder if it felt like it did for him. If it felt like one touch could calm them in a moment. If it felt like being away from them made it just a little bit harder to breathe. If their mind couldn't help but wander to him and wonder about what he was doing when he wasn't with them.

He wanted to know how much of their mind he occupied.

(Y/n)'s eyes would slowly open a little while after Malcolm's. They would grin at him, tilting toward the palm of his hand. The skin offered them a sense of comfort and safety.

"Morning," (Y/n) muttered before looking over Malcolm's shoulder to the window. "Well... almost."

It was still dark outside. The best light source at the time was the streetlight outside of the window. It barely managed to graze part of Malcolm's arm.

"How'd you sleep," they asked.

"Fine," Malcolm said. (Y/n), through tired glances and a yawn, raised an eyebrow at him. 'Fine' was rarely a good answer from Malcolm. "Better."

(Y/n) chuckled. They reached up and grabbed his hand, moving it enough so they could press a kiss to his palm. He took a deep breath as they did. How could one small motion bring him so much comfort?

(Y/n) kept Malcolm's hand in theirs. Their lips rested against the side, a small grin forming as they watched his eyes study them.

"What's on your mind?"

Malcolm almost didn't hear the question. He was just so focused on committing every detail of them to memory.

"Malcolm?"

He blinked a few times, feeling like he was tuning back into the moment in front of him. (Y/n) had leaned back a bit, their thumb still running over the skin of his hand.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You," he replied. He was well aware of how sappy that sounded. He saw it in the amused look on (Y/n)'s face. "Sometimes I think I'm too in love with you."

(Y/n) furrowed their eyebrows.

"When does it become obsessive," he asked. "When does you constantly being on my mind go from sweet to creepy?"

He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against theirs. (Y/n) wasn't sure if he wanted a real answer or not.

In all honesty, Malcolm wasn't quite sure either. He just felt like his heart was being pulled to them. A constant state of longing that he grew to adore. He couldn't imagine his life without that feeling at this point.

(Y/n) pressed their lips to his.

It was a gentle kiss. Gentle and slow. Malcolm felt like he couldn't kiss them back fast enough before they pulled away again.

"I love you," they mumbled to him, face mere inches from his. "I love you so much. I couldn't see you loving me as 'creepy'. I just want to love and be loved by you."

Malcolm's smile grew again. "I love you too."

(Y/n) leaned forward and kissed him again.

He could live his entire life with that longing feeling in his chest as long as he knew that he could always come back to moments like this.

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Author's Note: Not gonna lie, I really like this. It's just so gentle and loving.

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