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Drummer's Love | malcolm craig

>> gif credit to @/cutie---kisses on tumblr <<

fandom | Calpurnia

character | Malcolm Craig

reader | Australian

requested | Anonymous, @/wolfhard-tozier on tumblr, @/wukindly on tumblr

warnings | None

word count | 1,294

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (G/n) = Guardian's noun (mom, dad, grandma...etc.)

summary | I saw that you wrote for Calpurnia and I literally yelled, 'I FUCKING LOVE YOU!' But, that's beside the point. Could I get an imagine about how the reader is some badass, feisty, witty Australian (with a seriously thick accent) who plays the drums and wears loads of chunky rings and basically all of the boys have a crush on the reader but only Malcolm really likes them for them?? You can choose the ending but could it have a makeout in it??

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You moved your hands quickly, beating the drums to the rhythm of Welcome to the Jungle. You were lost in your head, the steady beat the only thing reaching your ears. The crowd around you was slowly growing and the cash in your hat was slowly piling. You smiled as you finished the last note, a plethora of applause following after.

You gave a slight bow before stepping down from your seat. You maneuvered around your drum kit to grab the hat that laid on the floor. You sifted through the bills before noticing a few pairs of eyes still on you which was unusual considering you had already finished. Most people left as soon as you got off the seat. You turned, seeing two boys and a girl watching you and one boy looking at your drum kit. You cleared your throat.

"Can I help you guys?" You asked, your thick Australian accent meeting their ears and seeming to surprise them.

"Oh, we just noticed you playing and thought you were really good." The boy standing closest to you said. His hair was dark and curly, but his curls were nothing compared to the boy examining your drums. You laughed quietly.

"Thanks, you guys look familiar. You wouldn't happen to go to Bodwell, would you?" You asked. Sitting down on a bench and beginning to count the money you made. The girl laughed.

"No, but you probably recognize him from tv. He's an actor." She replied. You raised your eyebrows.

"Well, that's quite the career. Is it any fun?" You asked, folding up the bills and beginning to count the change. He shrugged.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool. My name's Finn, by the way. That's Ayla and Jack, and the nerd checking out your drums is Malcolm." He replied. You nodded and glanced over at Malcolm. He straightened his posture and turned towards you.

"That's a pretty sick setup you have." He said. You laughed.

"Thanks. It only cost me my entire life savings." You replied. He smiled.

"Australian huh?" He asked. You laughed.

"Born and raised. Until about a year ago of course. (G/n) decided to move to Canada and send me to a boarding school. Not exactly something I wanted but it wasn't the worst." You replied. You just finished counting the change before a truck pulled up and honked. You smiled and waved.

"Speak of the devil and he doth appear. Listen, I have to pack up and go but if you want to exchange numbers I'd be down." You said before making your way to your drum kit and beginning to disassemble it.

"Yeah, you seem cool," Jack replied. You laughed.

"Thanks. Here, I've got a piece of paper in my bag. Let me write down my number." You said, rummaging through the items you carried around with you. You grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled your number down, handing it to Malcolm.

"You guys can get the number from him, text me so I can add your contacts." You said. They all nodded as you finished packing up the last of your kit and loading it into the bed of your (g/n)'s truck. You hopped into the front seat before waving.

"New friends?" Your (g/n) asked. You shrugged.

"Maybe."

>> timeskip <<

The months had progressed and you found yourself growing closer to Jack, Ayla, Finn, and Malcolm. You had since learned quite a bit about them, and so had they about you. However, it was Malcolm who you shared both your deepest secrets and personal treasures with. You found yourself on the phone with him for hours at a time. Speaking of childish jokes and laughable memories. Your conversations were everything and nothing at the same time.

In fact, it was one of those late-night calls that he had told you that the other two boys thought you were cute. You had no interest in them though. You knew it was nothing but physical attraction, for they made little to no effort to get to know who you really were.

You didn't particularly mind it though. I mean, would anyone mind being thought of as cute? You just hoped that they wouldn't try to make a move on you, simply because rejecting them might ruin the friendship between all of you. There was, however, one person you wouldn't mind confessing.

If Malcolm were to ever say he thought of you as more than a friend, you would be nothing short of ecstatic. He made your heart pump out of your chest and made your stomach twist itself into knots. And perhaps the most important thing of all, he knew you. He knew your flaws. He knew your imperfections. He knew the things that made you happy and those that made you sad. He really knew you. And in a significant other, that was the most important thing to you.

The day was colder than usual, and you found yourself bundled in blankets, waiting for Malcolm to arrive. You had originally planned a day with the rest of the group but they all said they were busy. Everyone except Malcolm. And of course, you would never complain about spending a day alone with him.

The doorbell rang and you sighed, not wanting to get up from your warm bundle but wanting to see Malcolm all the same. You trudged to the front door, opening it with a smile. He returned it and gave you a quick hug before you stepped aside to let him in.

"Ready for our movie marathon?" He asked. You smirked as you shut the door and turned to him. He looked as good as ever, his hair a curly mop and his glasses slightly askew.

"Hell yeah."

>> timeskip <<

The sun had set in the sky and the only light was coming from your television, currently playing Hellraiser. It was Malcolm's brilliant idea to put horror movies on and apparently, Hellraiser was the perfect option. You were sitting close to Malcolm, closer than you usually would have, but as the movie progressed, you found yourself more and more scared.

You watched as the main character walked up the stairs. Your breath was caught in your throat for you knew something was about to happen. Her footsteps were timid and suddenly a loud bang echoed as a jumpscare scene played. Out of pure reflex (at least that's what you told yourself) you grabbed Malcolm's hand.

His face turned red and he slowly looked over at you. You looked at him, clearing your throat and unsure of what to say. You glanced down at your entwined hand before looking straight at him. A minute had passed and you were still staring at each other and neither of you stopped holding the other's hand

"Do you..." You quietly trailed off. Malcolm stayed silent as he lightly placed a hand on your cheek. You didn't pull away, and he saw this as a sign to continue.

You closed your eyes as your lips met his. They were soft and delicate as if he was scared if he kissed too hard he would break you. You could feel his glasses bump your nose as you moved closer to him, savoring every part of his sweet lips. He pushed against you, causing you to slightly lay back.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled away slightly to get air only to push right back. You ran your hands through his soft curls and you could feel him smiling. It took a little over a minute for you both to pull away, your breathing heavy and your hearts beating fast.

"I like you... A lot." Malcolm whispered. You laughed quietly.

"I like you a lot too." You whispered. He smiled as you lightly kissed his lips one more time before pulling him down to cuddle and finish the movie.