#malcom bright x reader

Summary? Nope.

Warnings? Hell yeah!: Blood, murder, disposal, knives, sibling bonding over murder, just a lot.

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Every single person always overlooked Martin and Jessica Whitly’s youngest except Ainsley, their sister. 

You see while Ainsley had Malcolm, Y/n had Ainsley and while it had faltered as they got older, Ainsley and Y/n still protected one another no matter what, even helping cover up a murder. 

Requested: nope

a/N: this man deserves so much better than he’s gotten. Contains spoilers from season 2, this in general is going to be very fluffly and hurt/comfort because he is always hurt somehow and I want to constantly comfort him

TW: mentions of abuse, mentions of PTSD, mentions of other mental illnesses

I just wanna say that I wrote this entire thing out and then my phone battery died and I lost all of it so now here I am again! But I still love this request and I hope you guys enjoy it :)

When you makeout with Malcom, there’s no frantic movements or manhandling. It’s calm and comforting and you always feel so loved.

It usually starts when the two of you are just sitting quietly together at the end of the day. It’s probably a day where Malcom hasn’t had it easy and the two of you are just sitting together on the couch. There’s soft music playing in the background as malcolm sips on a glass of scotch and you read a book next to him.

This is by far his favorite moment of the day. The music playing is a playlist you compiled especially for this time. Just for unwinding.

At some point you put your book down and rest your head against his shoulder. You start to press kisses to his neck. This never fails to make him shuffle closer to you and tilt his head to give you more access. Neck kisses have always been his weakness, and it’s one you’ve taken at advantage of on many occasions.

Eventually he tilts your head up so that he can kiss you properly. He tastes of scotch and he’s pulling you closer.

Before you know it you’re straddling him. You can barely kiss him because both of you are smiling so much.

Malcolm starts to leave kisses all over your face, which naturally only makes you start giggling. He jokingly berates you, telling you to stay still so he can kiss you properly.

He kisses down your neck, moaning a little when you pull his hair in response. Malcolm really would just press kisses all over your body for hours if he could.

But you have to stop him. Because it’s unfair that he’s the only one who gets to give kisses. So you force him to lay back as you do the same to him.

Malcolm Bright X Reader

A/N: lol this show really just proves that my type is an exhausted psychopathic white boys. Oh well here’s a fanfic

Also there are spoilers so don’t read if you haven’t seen it because many scenes in this fic come straight from the show baby!

“Y/N” Gil speaks as he walks into my laboratory with JT and Dani, “thanks for hustling on this. I know these homicides were-”

“Amazing!” I said finishing up the autopsy report, “I mean, I’ve only read about The Surgeon’s meathods in textbooks. To see them carried out in person, it’s a real thrill!” Gil just raised an eyebrow as I walked towards them.

“So, three victims... based on the tox report, each one was injected with a different cocktail of paralytic agents that shut their bodies down one system at a time.” I explained using hand gestures with a surgical knife in one hand, “It must have been agony”

“It was”

Everyone turned to the voice in the doorway. There stood a tall, thin, and exhausted looking man, who undoubtedly was quite attractive.

“I imagine” he said catching my gaze, making me blush, “I have a preliminary profile.”

“Damn, Bright, you sleep at all?” Gil said.

‘Huh Bright that’s an odd name.’ She thought to herself

“Wow” Bright said pulling her out of her thoughts, “this suture work is amazing. These Y-incisions. You’re like Picasso with formaldehyde.” He said looking at me with his breathtaking blue eyes.

“Thanks” I chuckled back getting flustered. “And you’re very... slender” I mentally face palmed at my response and awkwardly looked away.

“Yeah, well, most food makes me sick” he said winking at me.

“What’s happening?” JT whispered to Dani as she shrugged.

Bright, Gil, Dani, and JT all discuss Bright’s profile and the case, but for some reason, I just couldn’t keep my eyes of that boy. Something about him drew me to him, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. The subtle wickedness in his smile and I could from his eyes, that he held something in his mind that cut deep, something he wanted to say, something that eats him inside and out. But who knows, right? I’m probably just over examining this kid, he probably just has insomnia or something. 

“They're also strangers.” Gil said drawing my attention yet again, “Nothing connects them. 

“Except for these.” Bright says as he lifts up the corpse’s arm. I tilt my head, “All three victims had the same bruising on their wrists. This does not match The Surgeon's methods.” Bright explains making me smirk.

‘This boy really is observant. Wonder who taught him.’ I think to myself. 

“Maybe our guy handcuffed Vanessa?” JT asks looking at the bodies. 

“These aren't from metal. My guess is quarter-inch-thick Japanese-style bondage rope. Simple but effective.” Bright replies.

“Exactly!” I blurt excitedly, causing Bright to turn his gaze towards me, giving a small smile, “I mean... I agree about the rope and its effectiveness, and, and everything else that you said.” I say embarrassed as ever, words shifting to mutters after realizing that I’m rambling. 

“Also, these bruises don't match the time of death. They're from earlier. Three days at least.” I say shifting my attention to Gil, “So, the women were all restrained, but not on the night that they were murdered.” 

Bright gave me a smile smile as the four continued to discuss possible suspects. Within ten minutes, they were already out with a lead, leaving me alone with my bodies. 

“What is going on in your head Mr. Bright?” I sigh leaning on one of the tables, looking at one of the bodies as if to find an answer. 

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“Damnit!” I yelled at my computer screen, seeing as I have only one move left on my game of Candy Crush, “fucking stupid game, only 40-year-old stay-at-home moms think you're fun!” I say as I wave my middle fingers around at the screen. Groaning, I start up a new game, when I hear someone running toward my lab. 

“No one should be here this late...” I say to myself, walking towards my door. When Bright bursts in, nearly hitting my face with the door. He stumbles in holding a blue and white cooler. 

“Bright? What are you doing here?” I say running to my computer to switch the screen to my emails, “if you're looking for the bodies, I already sent them out to another lab, but I mean if it’s importa-

“You really don’t need to hide the fact that you were playing games on your computer...” he interrupts, out of breath.

“Bright, what? Are you-whats going on? Did you run here?” 

“Almost...” he says slouching over, “I tried catching up to the ambulance... they left without this” 

He drops the blue cooler onto one of the tables. I notice blood spattered all over his clothes and face.

“Oh goodness! You have blood all over you! What the hell did you do? Are you okay?” I say running to him holding his shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah... I’m fine, uh I don’t know how to say this,” he says looking up at me with his bright blue eyes, “theres a severed hand in there.”

“What?!” I scream.

“We located Nico, turns out he was being held by our new suspect and there was a bomb, and, well, it was the only way.” he explained, still trying to regain his breath, “the ambulance left with Nico and I didn’t know what to do with this, so I brought it here to see if you could to any DNA tests?” 

I stood speechless for a moment, “Bright, I don’t think I have any permission to do this, besides I don’t have any access to any very accurate tests, its not like i have FBI equipment.”

“Right, I’m sorry. I’m just not quite use to working like this” he says, confusing me.

“Well the least I can do is get you cleaned up.” I said looking at his blood spattered face. I take him to the sink room, where he washes his hands and face. I notice his shaking hands as he cleans himself. 

“You’re shaking.” I say grabbing his hand. He looks down at me longingly, as I realize what I’m doing, and dropping his hand, “Sorry, I shouldn't have-”

“No. Its alright” He says grabbing my hand again. I look down to see his hand stopped shaking. 

“Tremors” he says making me look up at him, “I know you were thinking about it. I’ve had them since I was young.” We look into each other’s eyes taking in the moment, until I realize the the faucet was still running. I snap out of my trance and turn to turn off the running water. 

“Would you like a change of clothes?” I say trying to change the subject

“Do you have any?” he asks

“No.” I say getting caught in the lie. I rub my neck and slowly walk away.

“Well thank you Mr. Bright, I will take very good care of this hand and I will see you around... I guess” I say, going to get my jacket and bag. 

“Y/N,” he says making stop fumbling around, “I also came to ask if you would like to maybe go and have a drink with me someday?” 

I stand there, shocked at his words, “I uh, well um, I...” I stutter as he raises a brow, “Yes! I-I mean yeah... sure, sure” 

He smiles, “Great! Well then its, there uh- I mean its a date!” he chuckles, “Would you like me to walk you home?”

“Oh no its okay, I have a ride.” I say giving an awkward smile

“Alright then, Ms. Y/L/N, I will see you very soon.” he says giving me a smile as he leaves. I watch him walk away smiling to myself. 

‘What did I just get myself in to?’

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