Reader Telling Malcolm Shes Pregnante

Reader telling Malcolm shes pregnante 💖

You had every piece of evidence in a bag, and it was going in the picnic basket you were making up for your scheduled afternoon date in Central Park. The team had given you an actual evidence bag, because if you couldn’t laugh about this sort of thing, well, you might just break down in fear.

You wanted a pretty place to tell him, something special, but nothing too elaborate or too public in case of the potential subsequent meltdown. You had Gil, Jessica, pretty much everyone on standby, and a radio for communication if things went well for his family to come in and celebrate….or in case things went horribly wrong. Jessica’s driver would be on the scene in case he ran. Gil’s was there in case he needed to get away with a father figure. Various types of alcohol were being packed in case he needed a drink, and she had his fast acting anxiety pills as a back up. As a group, they’d thought of everything.

Operation Baby Heist (it was JT’s idea) was in full effect.

You knew he’d fight it. You knew him that well. Each piece of evidence saying you were pregnant wouldn’t be enough to convince him on its own. Your weapons of choice were a photo of your last period cycle in your tracking app,  three sanitized and capped off pregnancy tests, of different brands (because science? More variables drawing the same conclusion would help), a urine analysis test result, a blood test result, paperwork with an estimated due date (you’d even waited past the normal safety window to make sure things were even more solid and set in stone) and finally, a sonogram with “Hi, Dad!” typed up on it, and to make it even more clear, an arrow pointed to the little splotch that was in fact, a baby. Your baby…and Malcolm’s.

Evidence bag on hand, Malcolm Bright wouldn’t be able to deny he was going to be a father

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This is the infamous Judging Snek. He is believed to be Loki in disguise and is very rare. Reblog for clear skin since he only appears once in an hour (very rare!) to judge you and stab Thor.

Icy Magic (8/10)

Originally posted on my AO3 (as Ice & Magic) this is an edited version of that story

Summary: Y/N ends up injured after a mission. She’s forced to spend the next month on medical leave and babysitting Loki. The two have more in common than they think…

Loki followed you back into the room, only to find you locked in the bathroom. 

“Darling, please let me in.” he pleaded. 

You unlocked the door then sat back down on the floor of the bathroom. He walked in and sat next to you, and didn’t say anything. He just held your hand and let you rest your head on his shoulder. You just wanted to stay like this for a while, but the world had other thoughts. 

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Concept: Cinderella but the fairy godmother is Loki 

Mischief, Meet Your Match (Masterlist) COMPLETED

WARNINGS: Violence, Swearing, Smut, Loki

SUMMARY:

Being caught in the cross hairs of The God of Mischief would scare a saner person but not you, you enjoy it. There’s just something about Loki that draws you to him, and you couldn’t help it even if you wanted to. Tricking the Trickster is exhilarating but you quickly find yourself becoming attached to him as you’re unwillingly dragged on the adventure of a lifetime.

While The Avengers race to get you out of Loki’s clutches, you find yourself teaming up with him to try and defeat an enemy who threatens everything you hold dear.

When you’re tangled up with the God of Chaos, there’s no way of winning and it’s anyone’s guess which you’ll lose first, your heart or your life?

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Word Count -  124,127k

Chapter One - Meet and Greet 

Chapter Two - The King Of Hearts 

Chapter Three - The Best Laid Plans 

Chapter Four - The Distillers Planet 

Chapter Five - Protection Detail

Chapter Six - Trust Fall

Chapter Seven - Abandonment Issues

Chapter Eight - Poison Planet

Chapter Nine - Marital Bliss

Chapter Ten - Mischief, I’ll Make a Meme Out Of You 

Chapter Eleven - Worst Nightmares 

Chapter Twelve - Curiosity and the Kitten 

Chapter Thirteen - Mischief Squared

Chapter Fourteen - Outfitted For War 

Chapter Fifteen - The Pits Of Hell

Chapter Sixteen - Gladiator 

Chapter Seventeen - WarChylde 

Chapter Eighteen - They’re Taking The Kitten To Asgard 

Chapter Nineteen -  Home Is Where The Heart Breaks 

Chapter Twenty - Mind Games 

Chapter Twenty-One - One Door Closes 

Chapter Twenty-Two - Another Door Opens 

Chapter Twenty-Three - Claimed 

Chapter Twenty-Four - Run, Kitten, Run

Chapter Twenty-Five - Silent Treatment 

Chapter Twenty-Six - Family Matters

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Adjustment Period

Chapter Twenty-Eight - For Sale, One Soul

Chapter Twenty-Nine - You’re As Cold As Ice

Chapter Thirty - Nuke Em’, Nuke The Bastards 

Chapter Thirty-One - The Cost Of War

Chapter Thirty-Two - Death In The Tower

Chapter Thirty-Three - The Final Chapter

Sleepover (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN 

The first time you ever slept over at Malcolm’s was after a long case, it was late and his house was closest to the police station.

You were rather surprised to see he had restraints on either side of the bed. Either this man was kinky as hell, or he was into some fucked up shit.

Turns out, it was neither.

You’d only known Malcolm for a short time, and he wasn’t exactly the best at sharing his feelings. So, when he noticed your hesitation, he quickly tried to explain.

“I have night terrors,” he spoke, a little weary, “if I don’t strap myself down I could hurt myself or someone else.”

Malcolm waited for you to laugh, or run out the door screaming, but you didn’t, you just shrugged.

“Everybody has their own issues,” you said, smiling, “Guess this means were not sharing the bed?”

Malcolm smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “You’re still welcome to stay, the couch is…okay,” he told you.

“I’ll stay, it’s too late to walk home anyway,” you said, pulling off your coat and laying it on the back of the couch.

You sat as Malcolm hurried to the other room, grabbing some extra sheets, a blanket, and a pillow. He helped you make up a little bed and also handed you a t-shirt and sweatpants.

Taking the clothes from him you smiled, “Bathroom?” you asked.

Malcolm pointed you in the right direction and you headed inside to change.

When you came back out, your work clothes slung over your arm, you saw Malcolm changed as well, sitting on the edge of the bed, slipping one of the restraints on his left wrist, tightening it.

You watched curiously, “Do they hurt?” you asked, Malcolm looked up, smiling softly.

“Not really, I’ve gotten used to them, I’ve usually got marks after a particularly rough night though,” he explained.

“Need any help?” you asked, motioning to the other cuff.

Malcolm chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ve got it, don’t worry, get some sleep,” he said, motioning to the couch.

You nodded, “Night Malcolm,” you told him.

“Night,” he said, switching off his bedside table lamp when you finally climbed onto the couch.

You settled in, it was a bit awkward, both of you listening to each other’s falling asleep noises. Malcolm waited till he heard your breathing slow as you snored softly to even try and get comfortable.

He didn’t really want you to have to witness him thrashing around in his bed, and hopefully he wouldn’t be screaming in his sleep tonight, if he did sleep at all.

It was only about an hour after you’d fallen asleep that you were woken up by a loud thump. You shot up on the couch, hand instinctively going for your side where your gun sat during your job.

After realizing you were still in Malcolm’s apartment, you quickly looked towards the bedroom, realizing the thumping was Malcolm, in the light shining in from the large window you could see him thrashing around, pulling hard against the restraints chained to the wall.

Getting up from the couch you hurried over to the bed, Malcolm was drenched in sweat, his face contorted in pain. He was also wearing a mouth guard, probably so he didn’t break his teeth from clenching his jaw.

You had no idea what to do in this situation, you couldn’t just sit and watch him suffer, there had to be a way to help.

People had nightmares all the time, when your little sibling used to have them you’d wake them up and comfort them as best you could, hugging them and reassuring them it’d be okay. So that’s what you did.

You carefully began shaking him, not really knowing how effective it would be considering he was already thrashing around.

“Malcolm,” you began, your voice gentle but hopefully loud enough to wake him, “Malcolm wake up, come on, it’s just a dream.”

Continuing to shake him, you ran a hand through his sweaty hair, even slapping his cheek a bit, you nearly screamed when he finally shot up in bed, breathing hard.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you said, composing yourself quickly as you wrapped your arms around him, drawing him close to you, he was still pulling against the restraints.

Carefully, you undid them and once you did his own arms snaked around you and he spit on his mouth guard before resting his chin on your shoulder.

His breathing was still uneven, and he gripped you tightly, like a scared child holding their teddy bear.

You began rubbing his back, “It was just a dream, you’re okay now, everything’s fine,” you told him, continuing to whisper reassurances as he calmed down, his breathing returning to normal and his grip on you loosening.

“I’m sorry,” he finally managed to croak out.

Shaking your head, you continued to hold him, “It’s not your fault, like I said, everyone has issues.”

Malcolm sighed, pulling away from you as climbed off the bed, heading towards the kitchen. You followed, watching as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and take a few sips, his left hand was shaking, a tremor you’d noticed a few times.

It was silent for a few moments before you spoke up again, “Okay?” you asked him. Malcolm set down the water, nodding, but gripped the counter top tightly.

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” he told you.

“We don’t have to go back to bed,” you offered, “we can watch TV.”

Malcolm smiled a bit, “I’d like that,” he said.

You both headed to the living room, sitting down on the couch, Malcolm grabbed the remote, switching on the TV to a random movie, one of the twenty Star Wars films, maybe the newest one, you weren’t completely sure.

Both of you sat stiffly for a while before Malcolm suddenly reached out, taking your hand, running a thumb softly over your knuckles.

It was relaxing to the both of you, he was reassuring himself this was real, and he wasn’t still dreaming, and it was nice for you to know that you were a comforting presence.

Around six in the morning Malcolm drifted off again, he’d moved so that his head was in your lap, and as you ran your fingers through his hair, he’d managed to fall asleep.

You tried your best to stay up though, just in case he had another night terror, your adrenaline was still pumping from the first time anyway.

Malcolm managed to sleep until ten, four full hours without any disruption.

When he woke up he found your hand resting in his hair, your head propped up on your other hand as you slept.

He was shocked, he’d barely slept even two hours in one night in months. But he’d slept four, no restraints, no night terrors, nothing.

Maybe the thing he’d needed all along was someone there, someone like you to reassure him he wasn’t alone and that it was okay to be scared.

After that you slept over at his loft quite often, and when you two became something more than friends, you slept in the bed beside him, he still had night terrors, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle, and as he began sleeping through the night more often, his mental state got better as well.

Even Jessica thought it was amazing, she called you his angel.

Malcolm never thought he’d have someone to help, to love him for him, he should’ve had you sleepover way sooner.

A/N: Hey everyone, I’ve been wanting to write some Prodigal Son fic for a while and I’ve finally got around to it! I hope you like it and I’m currently taking requests, but for my own mental health, I’m only taking the first ten I get, so if you have an idea, especially for Prodigal Son, please send it in! Love you all, and thanks to anyone whose stuck around even after I stopped posting regularly. ~ Sara :)