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[fancycakedragon]

Prodigal Son Masterlist

Fictober 1/31: Autumn– "It will be fun, trust me" Malcolm x Sibling!Reader

Fictober 3/31: Cider– "Now? Now you listen to me?!" The Whitlys x Adopted!Reader

Fictober 5/31: Cold–"I might just kiss you." Edrisa x Reader x Malcolm

Fictober 6/31: Leaves–"Yes, I'm aware. Your point?" Malcolm x Sibling!Reader

Fictober 8/31: Festival– "Can you stay?" Dani x Reader

Fictober 9/31: Nature– "There's a certain taste to it." Malcolm x Reader

Fictober 15/31: Thanksgiving– "That's what I'm talking about." Malcolm x Reader

Fictober 18/31: Scare– "Secrets? I love secrets!" No Pairing

Fictober Prompt: Pumpkin- "We could make it." Malcolm x Reader

Fictober 22/31: Pumpkin- "We could have a chance." Malcolm x Reader

Fictober 25/31: Fading– "I could really eat something." Malcolm x Cop!Reader

Fictober 26/31: Crisp– "You keep me warm." Dani x Reader

[brightmalcolm]

 Ainsley Whitly + TV Tropes [insp] 

[addiemilfgomery]

i recently listened to 1989 (taylor's version) so here is a list of songs i think belongs to jessica whitly (i should probably studying for my mid-terms but...):

welcome to new york - pre-canon jessica, before martin.

out of the woods - her view on her relationship with gil. taylor swift herself said that this song is about a person who has so much anxiety about her relationship, someone who just fears that the other shoe would drop no matter how good it is, and it's SO jessica.

bad blood - martin whitly.

how you get the girl - whatever happened between her and gil in season 2.

clean - her after what happened to martin. what was it that she said to gil in season 1, episode 9? all the time, i keep thinking that we'll get through it; get through him? this could be interpreted differently because of her problems with sobriety, but i interpret this with the aftermath of martin's discovery. she keeps thinking that she'll be clean of him, that she'll forget, but she's still in limbo. like what she said to ainsley, he could haunt her forever. BONUS:

"slvt!" - now this one is a bit reaching, but this is how i'll imagine jessica would have been about her relationship with gil if there had been a 3rd season. she's finally letting go, ignoring what the public thinks about her, FINALLY just letting herself want to be with gil.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

so my mother always tends to have new ideas for au's which is sometimes a bit annoying because I can't work in one au without having an idea for another, but coming to the point, what do you think about this idea? basically it would be some kind of roleswap but with martin whitly and harry watling just imagine this harry is the serial killer who has 23 victims to his name, martin on the other hand just blamed himself for edincott's death which was actually caused by Ainsley, so we have this murderous vicar and we have this surgeon who has never actually killed anyone but has dedicated himself to saving people.

Don't worry, I totally understand, I am... constantly making up new ideas, which makes it so hard to focus on anything involving my previous ones haha.

Hmmmm, so a while ago I saw a post where someone commented on how it's possible that they events we saw in the show of Harry were all told from his perspective, trying to make himself seem like such an innocent person in order to, ya know, not be guilty for kidnapping and all that, while he's talking to the one guy on death row.

This has me thinking that maybe he does this here too, pretends he never did those murders, they have the wrong person or he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, he never did what he did. Come on, he's a vicar, well respected and loved by his community, how could he have ever done such horrible killings?

And Martin, hoo boy, taking the blame like Malcolm did, that would play so heavily on his mind. A constant reminder that there is blood on his hands, even if he didn't actually hold the weapon.

Fascinating... I rather like this, it has potential!

[vagabondangel]

Prodigal Son S1 E2-5

Episode 2 

-”Oh, I’ve always been fascinated by familicide.” That’s such a WILD thing to say to your own child.

-This is some Goro Akechi bullshit right here.

-Dr. Martin Whitly, king of gaslighting gatekeeping and girlbossing

-OHHHHH MOMMA IS MAD! 

Episode 3

-Not gonna lie, I laughed so hard when Malcolm crashed through the window

-Leaving the room is not a good idea...

-Malcolm is literally insane. I love him so much.

-Martin and Jessica are the ultimate DILF/MILF couple

Episode 4

-Honestly, I was so engaged with the episode, I forgot to take any notes, lol

-I loved the distinction between intimacy-seeking stalkers and incompetent suitors, I think people often get the two confused because they are so similar.

-Okay, so now we know Jessica’s role in everything, but what about the girl in the box? Was she actually real, or just a figment of Malcolm’s imagination?

-Ainsley and Martin are gonna have some delicious interactions, I can feel it already!

Episode 5

-Wow, people were NOT joking when they said Malcolm goes through some sort of physical trauma at least once in every single episode.

-Malcolm and Dani’s friendship is cute, I like them together.

[laikuh]

okay this ep is wild. let's recap malcolm's fantasy world:

first he imagines martin is a normal surgeon and not a convicted and caged serial killer

and also that ainsley is not a bloodthirsty journalist, but an accomplished doctor like martin

then he transitions to imagining himself in a relationship with dani and apparently living together

then he imagines gil is the insane person at clairemont psychiatry whose accused of being a crazy serial killer. he also imagines himself ARGUING with gil about how martin loves him and isn't a murderer

then martin shows up, shuts down gil, and leaves with malcolm back to the crime scene where they have a heart to heart that concludes with malcolm imaging martin saying the above, to which malcolm nods, satisfied

they continue solving the case together and martin is consistently helpful in malcolm parsing out what his subconscious is trying to say

he also imagines martin, dani, and jt all getting along too aka martin is thoroughly a part of malcolm's support team

malcolm then solves the case, saves his father, and gets a ton of praise and reassurance from martin, who hugs him tightly

and the whitlys celebrate that night as a family and malcolm says "it was a group effort--couldn't have done it without you."

the malcolm gets closer to waking up and his hallucination of martin tries to talk him out of wanting to wake up by leveraging the fantasy family and his fantasy relationship with dani

i honestly don't know where to begin dissecting this, so im just gonna put the recap here

[majwrites]

Designer Shades Part 2

Summary: (Y/N) Bateman has to deal with the police more often than they'd like to.

Trigger warnings : rats (mentioned), murder and corpses (mentioned), kidnapping (mentioned), mental illness, self destructive behavior, suicidal tendencies, nightmares, Patrick Bateman (mentioned), interrogation room, being arrested

A/N: I wrote this at midnight and mashed it together with something that sat in my documents for at least 4 months already. Enjoy.

"Would you mind telling me what this is about, Lieutenant", (Y/N) wasn't used to interrogation rooms, but not a stranger to them either and this had to happen at some point.

"We're investigating the kidnapping and murder of three girls who all worked for an Escort service. I'd just like to ask you a few questions. Now, how old are you?"

"I'm 27", almost 28 though.

"Alright, where did you go to school?"

"Harvard. I graduated Harvard Business school too"

"Do you know a girl called Leslie Smith?"

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…but may I ask why I would have to be interviewed for this case? It has nothing to do with me", oh (Y/N), you know the answer.

"One of the girls was murdered with a chainsaw that got dropped onto her"

"And just because my father insists that almost 30 years ago he did that to Christie you think that I did the same now?", (Y/N) got progressively angry. They started to repeatedly hit their index finger against the wooden table at a rapid speed.

"It's a common procedure", Gil got a bit irritated by their reaction. (Y/N) 's leg was now rapidly bouncing too.

"Listen, (Y/N). It's a fact that you inherited many of your fathers traits and you have a criminal record", Gil had an empathetic look on his face.

"It's true, Lieutenant. I have a lot in common with my father. I experience horrible mood swings, anxiety, I see things that are not there, I get overwhelmed and angry, I thought about throwing myself into the Hudson more than once and I wear Ray-Bans. However I also have a lot in common with my mother and this includes that I'm definitely not a murderer", (Y/N) hated the way they got treated, they weren't a criminal just because they were mentally ill.

"Alright, would you mind telling me where you work these days? You left Pierce & Pierce quite some time ago", Gil wasn't done here.

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"Gil, I don't know what to tell you. I don't know why I'm here", (Y/N) was no stranger to interrogation rooms and right now they would rather be anywhere else. The only positive aspect of this situation was that Gil was the one interrogating them.

"You're here because you're a suspect. We're interrogating the case of Katie Sanders. She's been killed with a chainsaw and afterwards left in her closet with a rat. The rat has been used to get rid of the corpse", Gil layed out a photo of the crime scene on the table. (Y/N) stared at the photo and started drumming their fingers on the edge of the table: "What makes me a suspect? I don't know her and I'm sure one rat isn't enough to get rid of a whole corpse. There is no perfect way to get rid of a corpse, something is always going to be found and then someone will try to find the killer and eventually arrest them. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that. I'm very sorry that she has been murdered but I don't understand why I'm being accused".

"I'm going to be honest here, there is no real evidence for you being the murderer, but the scene looks like something that your father could have done and the crime happened near your living area", Gil looked at (Y/N) apologetically, but (Y/N) started to get uncomfortable and angry at the situation. They were going to miss their date with Ainsley, forgot their coat at Jean's place and the interrogation room didn't help either.

"You know what, I'm done with this. Just lock me up already. Hand me over to whoever you want. If I'm just an exact copy of my dad just lock me up already. Restrain me, mess me up with more meds or just stop treating me for my multiple disorders and wait until I end this myself. I'm done", it had been the third time that this had happened this year and (Y/N) had enough. "Look, I'm sorry that this keeps happening to you, but I have to follow every lead", Gil was just doing his job, but sometimes he really hated it.

"This is getting ridiculous and you know it. Why do people like torturing me like this. Gil, I tried to understand why people act like this towards me and at some point in my life I thought I deserved this, but I don't. My father is a serial killer. That doesn't mean that I'm one. I see things that aren't there, I get flashbacks and every light constantly blinds me. I wear sunglasses the whole day, even at night. I used to take drugs and I recovered. I have enough trauma that it might as well be enough for ten people and I'm neurotic and I can't sleep. All of this doesn't mean that I go around murdering people", (Y/N) stopped talking and started excessively scratching their arm. Gil proceeded to grab (Y/N)s hands but they retreated to sitting on their hand instead before Gil could reach them.

"I know you're not a murderer but for your own sake I need you to tell me what you did last Thursday night between 3 and 4 in the morning", Gil looked at (Y/N) like a teacher who begs their student to say a sentence at least so they don't have to mark down an F in the oral exam.

"I don't remember, but I was with Ainsley. You can ask her", Ainsley would confirm this and get (Y/N) out of here. "Alright, I'll ask her. Why don't you remember?", Gil knew the reason, but he wanted to be sure. "Some days I barely remember my own breakfast, it's very bold of you to assume I remember what I did while having an episode".

So Gil called Ainsley to the station. They sat down in Gils office and Gil got straight to the point: "Ainsley, I need you to confirm that (Y/N) was with you last Thursday night". "And once I did, will they be allowed to go home with me?", (Y/N) had been held in the interrogation room far too long for Ainsleys liking. "I promise you can take them home afterwards, but you need to explain what happened that night in detail", Gil mentally prepared for a long story already. "(Y/N) spent the entirety of Thursday and Friday with me. They were having a rough time".

This Thursday had been particularly exhausting. (Y/N) was stressed out and extremely cautious of their surroundings. Ainsley had picked them up from the office after work. They both sat down and watched Shutter Island while eating toast with cream cheese. Afterwards (Y/N) told Ainsley that sometimes they felt like society would treat them the exact same way they treated the main character. They knew that Ainsley understood what they meant. After the movie had finished they got ready for bed. Ainsley woke up again at midnight and stayed awake until 6 am because (Y/N) was shaking in their sleep. (Y/N) kept waking up from nightmares and by 8 am Ainsley left for work, not without letting (Y/N)s boss know that they were sick and wouldn't come to the office. She called Jean. Jean came to pick up (Y/N) at 8:30 am.

"So (Y/N) was in no condition to murder someone that night", Gil regretted his choice of words the second they had left his mouth. "(Y/N) was with me the entire night, I didn't take my eyes off of them in case they needed help. Can we please go home now?", Ainsley started to get impatient.

[bi-bard]

“Thank you,” Ainsley whispered as you helped with the camera angle. You looked over at her. “For coming. You didn’t have to do that.”

“You needed my support,” you explained. “I’m here for you. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” she smiled at you before you touched her arm gently. 

You squeezed her bicep as encouragement. She gave you a confident nod before she turned around and sat in her seat, ready to conduct the interview of the decade.

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Gil: Alright, we can stop and get a snack, but it has to be healthy!

Gil: What do you want?

Kid Malcolm and Kid Ainsley: McDonald's

Gil: That's not - I said healthy.

Kid Ainsley: We could get apples in our Happy Meals?

Gil: *sighs*

Gil: Fine

Kid Malcolm and Kid Ainsley: *cheers*

[fancycakedragon]

Fictober 3/31

Cider– "Now? Now you listen to me?!"

Jessica Whitly x Adopted!Reader

Ainsley & Malcolm Whitly x Adopted–Sibling!Reader

Warning(s): none

A/N: This is a day late but I didn't want to just skip it.

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The meal had been quiet as usual with the occasional talking points. To be honest you and your siblings were just waiting for whatever your mother was preparing to announce, "This weekend there will be a get together at the Filmore's, you're all coming."

You snorted in amusement, "No, thank you."

"Yeah, I'm busy that day," Ainsley added.

"Nonsense, the Filmore's have been close family friends with us for years, it would be rude not to attend," she said in a tone that left no room for an argument.

"Send them my regards because I won't be there, I added a chapter for my book and it needs to be completed by this weekend."

"When did you decide to add this chapter?"

"Just now," your defiance was only elevating the tension as Mother cut into her food while giving you a stern look.

Malcolm did his best not to say anything because this was the first time in days someone else was at odds with Mother. That and he wanted to see how this was going to go.

"You're all coming to the party, you're going to mingle, and be civil, and have fun."

Your jaw clenched, "Barreling your way through a disagreement as usual, I see."

"What are you-"

You tone rose in irritation as you spoke, "I am not going to sit through a meal and allow the Filmore twins belittle my writing while simultaniously trying to impress me with their Cider company. You won't be seeing me there, and I wont apologize."

"You're often more accomidating that Malcolm and Ainsley. What is with you?" Mother asked staring at you in disbelief

"Just done doing things for the sake of appeasing you," with that she stood from her seat in a huff and left.

Malcolm raised a brow at you, "Now? Now you listen to me?!"

You shrugged, "On the bright side she won't be as mad at you when you don't show."

He nodded in agreement taking another bite of his food.

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[brightmalcolm]

Here’s a question for while you’re bored at work: What would you imagine as the ending of PSon? (How many seasons, who lives, final scene, stuff like that….)

Thanks for continuing to keep our fandom alive, Penny!!

Ugh that’s a great question…okay so I’m going with the assumption that Martin DOESN’T die from Malcolm stabbing him even though I think that would be more interesting, bc I think it would be kinda hard to keep the show going for more than one or two seasons if he died. I think 5 or 6 seasons would be a good amount for the show? Like of course I’d love as many as possible but sometimes shows can go on for TOO long lol.

I think pretty much everyone would live, except I kinda see Martin dying by the end of the show? idk how he WOULD die but I think it would give Malcolm the closure he could never get when his dad was alive. And I honestly imagine the show ending on a pretty positive note??? Like I don't really see Ainsley going full serial killer, although I think the show may continue to hint at it. I don't think Malcolm and Dani would like get married or anything but I think they'd end the show trying things out as a couple. And the ending is basically Malcolm being able to break the cycle of abuse and trauma and actually live his life.

So final scene I think would be everyone on the team and Malcolm and his family talking and everyone just kinda enjoying themselves after solving whatever the big new serial case was. And it's hinted that everyone is really moving forward, especially the Whitly family.

Idk I basically have two ideas for where the show could go, this one I think is where the showrunners WOULD have gone but I think there's also a possibility it could have gone darker with Martin actually dying from the stab wound and Malcolm having a full break down that he never actually recovers from. But I will be positive and give Malcolm some happiness and closure bc he DESERVES IT!!!

[muslimintp-1999-girl]

You're not a Whitly if you aren't somehow both unhinged and calm at the same time.

[athiare]

She knew this would have happened, she had tried to warn him for so long, that his father never cared about him and that sooner of later he would have become one of his victims. She tells him that, whispering “Bright” here and there, to remind him who he really is, while she presses her hand on the open wound on his chest.

Malcom tries to say something but she wouldn’t want him to, she expects him to mention his mother or to tell her something she’s not ready to hear, to finally give a name to those feelings he has so poorly tried to hide.

But nothing of the kind comes out of his mouth, instead he breathes out “Ainsley killed Endicott... and I help her cover it.”

If he has to die, God help him he wants to lighten up his soul as much as possible.

“What?” Dani asks, shocked, but he has already closed his eyes.

[unorthodoxsavvy]

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[queenbrightwhitly]

Trust You (Pt 2)

A/n: should I continue this story?________________________________________

The investigation was full of dead ends. You missed your team, you missed Gil, JT, Dani, and mostly Malcolm. 

When you finally had a chance to escape the FBI you headed straight home to get ready for tonight’s Christmas dinner. You baked your special homemade Christmas cookies and picked out the best wine you had. Correction, the only wine you had. 

You were certain Mrs. Whitly had a much better tasting and far more expensive wine, but she insisted you bring something you liked. This was also the first time you would be meeting Ainsley as Malcolm's girlfriend, making it two people who knew about your and Malcolms' relationship. 

You finished getting ready, putting your shoes on, and headed straight for the door. Malcolm hadn’t texted you to say he was on his way, so you figured he was still with Gil and would hopefully not take too long. Although knowing Malcolm you knew those chances were slim. 

Once you arrived you lightly knocked on the door, trying your best to ignore the press that was crowded in front of the yard. Most of the press didn’t seem to have internet in you but some were still trying to ask you questions about your relation to the Whitlys and if you were involved in the investigation. You were grateful once Jessica opened the door; greeting you with a smile she stepped aside and let you in. 

“Oh Y/n, so glad you could make it.” her smile slightly fell though checking to see if anyone was behind you. 

“He’s not here yet I assume?” You asked, knowing she was probably expecting Malcolm to be with you. 

Jessica sighed, shutting the door. “No, and he hasn’t called me yet so I can only imagine he's with Gil.”

You smiled sadly at her, knowing she must have been frustrated with Malcolm and his absence. He did promise to be on time and although he still had half an hour it was best to bet that he wouldn’t be coming anytime soon. You pulled out your phone to send him a quick text to not forget about the dinner, hoping he would see it and make an effort to be just a little late. 

“Well, now who is this?”

You looked up to see Ainsley walk toward you, looking you up and down curiously. You smiled, putting out a hand to shake. 

“I’m Y/n, L/n, I was hoping Malcolm would be here to introduce me but I’m his girlfriend. Also part of Gils team.” Ainsley's eyes lit up, she smiled wide at you now looking very interested. 

“I’ll be damned, so Malcolm actually found someone whos crazy enough to put up with him.” Ainsley turned to her mother now. “So, what? I’m the last to know?”

“Actually,” you spoke up. “Malcolm and I haven't really told anyone about us. You and Jessica are the only ones who know.” 

Jessica smiled, taking a hold of your hand and pulling you towards the dining room. She set your cookies and wine down on the table and walked over to sit on the couch. “Since Malcolm is still going to be late we might as well relax until he shows up.”

Malcolm was certainly going to be late, about 3 hours late. After waiting on him, Jessica finally just said to sit and eat without him. You had a feeling this would happen, but it didn’t make it any more disappointing.  Once you finished your food, talked, and had a few glasses of wine you decided it was getting late and it was best you head home to rest for another day of FBI torture.

The next morning you got ready quickly and made your way to work. Malcolm hasn’t messaged you at all last night, which wasn’t two uncommon for him. Especially when he was up to something he probably shouldn’t be.

When you walked inside the prescient, it was just as crowded as it was yesterday. Everyone seemed to be moving around as frantic as the day before, too much for your liking anyways. You noticed JT standing next to his desk, he was having a conversation with Dani and whatever they were talking about didn’t look like it was good.

“Y/n.”

Turning around you saw Gil standing in the doorway of his office. His arms were crossed and he looked like he hadn’t slept all night. He raised his finger in a come here motion, turning around to walk inside his office.

Making your way over you followed him inside his office, closing the door behind you. Gil was deep in thought and motioned for you to sit down.

“Gil? What’s going on?” You asked, watching as he paced back and forth.

“It’s Malcolm.”

Your heart stopped, instantly thinking upon the worse. “What happened?” You managed to get out.

“The junkyard killer took him.” Gil sighed, rubbing his hands down his face. “We have his grandmother in the interrogation room-“

“The junkyard killer has a grandmother?!” You spoke up, barely able to comprehend the situation.

“Malcolm was running a lead with a former detective, they went to his childhood home. The detective didn’t make it and he took Malcolm, I know he’s still alive I just haven’t gotten anything out of her as to where he could’ve taken him.” Gil looked down to you, he seemed to contemplate asking you something.

“Gil, what else? What are you not telling me?” You leaned closer to his desk. “Whatever you wanna say, say it.”

“I need a favor.”

“Okay?” You urged him to keep going.

“I’m going to try another person who might know something. I want you to come with me, but it’s got to stay between you and I.” Gil waited but when you didn’t respond he continued. “Dr whitly.”

Your eyes widened. “You want me to go and interrogate Dr. Whitly with you?” You thought it over carefully, you knew Malcolm didn’t want his father meeting you, he was scared about him finding out about your relationship and didn’t want him to use you against him. “I can’t.”

“What?” Gil asked confused. “Why?”

You sighed. “I know Malcolm wouldn’t want me to meet his father, I can’t just-“

“Y/n I know.”

You looked up shocked. Gil didn’t make any sudden movements. “You know?”

“You and Malcolm.” Gil stated. “I’ve known for about two weeks now.”

“How?”

“Malcolms not the best liar, despite being a genius, he’s an idiot when it comes to you.” Gil sat down across from you. “I’ve known him for a long time, it’s okay.”

You looked at him nervously, fidgeting with your fingers you looked up questioningly. “It’s... okay?”

Gil smiles softly, nodding his head you knew that was a silent approval from him. “Now, are you coming or not?”

Gil and you walked to Dr. Whitlys room, the tall man who you learned was named David escorted you both, opening the door. “Martin, you’ve got visitors.” 

Turning around Martin looked shocked to see Gil standing there instead of Malcolm. “Lieutenant Arroyo,” Martin spoke, his voice sounded worn out. “Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? You know the last time you surprised me like this-” Martin stopped for a moment before continuing. “I still owe you that cup of tea, don't I?”

“I switched to coffee.” Gil shrugged nonchalantly. 

You flinched slightly at the sudden laughter coming from Martin His breath was wheezing and he looked to be enjoying himself. He then stopped once he noticed you standing behind Gil, you hadn't spoken a word since you walked in.

“Who’s this? She apart of your little team? Oh! Do you work with my son! “ Martin pipped up, but before he could continue Gil put a handout. 

“Never mind her.” Gil took a look at Martin saying the same thing you were thinking. “You need a chair? You don’t look so good.”

Martin sighed heavily. “Oh, are we saying all of our inside thoughts now, Gil? Cause there's a few I could say.” He quickly took a look back at you.

Gil nodded, “I’m here to talk about John Walkins.”  

Martin looked impressed. “So, Malcolm figured out his name, that didn’t take too long. What was the final piece that pulled it all together- Where is Malcolm?’

“I said I’m here to talk about Walkins. You want to stay out of that hole they pulled you from, I can’t be the only one talking.” Gil threatened. 

After that Martin continued to ask questions about the case and everything John had done. You were starting to get impatient, just wanting to figure out where Malcolm was and stop playing these games with his father. You noticed Gil himself was starting to get irritated, he kept asking about Malcolm, but before Gil could get any further he proceeds to talk aloud thinking Malcolm might be listening. 

“But I-I can still help you and your sister! Your mom's probably a hard one to sell.” Just like that his demeanor changed looking back at Gil. “Where is my boy?”

“You don’t get to choose who questions you!” Gil said. You watched as Martin walked toward Gil slowly. 

“But I can choose who gets the answers.” He looked down at you then back up at Gil. “Where is my... boy” He asked his voice taking on a darker tone this time.

“John Walkins has him.” Martin looked down at you this time. You thought this might have been the first time he actually took interest in you. You took a step forward continuing. “We need your help Dr. Whitly-”

“No, no, no.” He spoke over and over, his expression falling, you knew you were losing him. 

“Roughly 12 hours ago Malcolm was kidnapped by Walkins. We don’t know where he is.” You watched as Martin just kept shaking his head over and over. 

“He- If John had him he's dead. Hes dead.”

Gil Stepped in this time. “Focus-” Gil urged. “We are running out of time-”

“No, there's no time it's over. My son is gone.” Suddenly Martin started gasping, falling to the ground with a thud his whole body started shaking. 

“Mr. David get a medical!”

As soon as everything died down with Martin Gil told you to head on back to the precinct. You couldn’t help but dwell on Martin's words, he really seemed to believe John Walkins had already killed Malcolm, but you didn’t wanna believe it just yet. You had hope for Malcolm, that he would be okay and get himself out of whatever situation he had himself in. Instead of going back to the precinct, you thought it best to check up on Jessica and Ainsley. Jessica had been messaging you all day, asking for updates, if you found him yet. She mentioned that Ainsley was coming over to help find Malcolm. 

Knocking on the door you waited as Jessica opened the door, smiling brightly at you she stepped aside to let you in. “Y/n! oh please come inside! Ainsley is in the dining looking over the evidence of the junkyard killer.”

Walking inside you saw Ainsley was indeed looking over the photos from John Walkins' case. Although something was off, she seemed to be frozen in fear.  “Ainsley?”

Her hands were shaking violently. “Oh my god.” Getting up quickly Ainsley ran towards the basement, both Jessica and you looked at each other before quickly following her. 

You found her searching through old boxes, frantically looking for something. “It’s here somewhere I know it.”

“What is it?” Jessica asked, her tone was obviously fed up with her ignoring her. 

“Mom, I need to tell you something.”

“Oh, now you're scaring me.”

Ainsley quickly looked up. “Good. Do you remember Mr. Boots?”

Confused, you stood by Jessica watching her still search the boxes. Not exactly sure where this was going. 

“Your imaginary friend?”

“Yes. What do you remember?”

Jessica stuttered for a moment. “You invented him right before they took Martin away. Child Psychologist- and we had a fleet of them, said that it was perfectly normal for a girl your age to have an imaginary friend. Especially in a time of trauma.” 

Ainsley stopped for a moment, unwrapping a cloth to pull out a figurine of an angel. “How can he be imaginary if he gave me this?” She held it up for both you and Jessica to see.

Looking at it, you knew you had seen this before but you couldn't remember where. Jessica sighed, “You’re confused. That figurine was from your father. It's one of the last things he gave...”

Ainsley got frustrated. “An angel? No! Dad got me books on Marie Curie. This? This was from Mr. Boots.”

“John Walkins...” You slowly whispered, everything coming together now. You couldn't believe it. Jessica still hadn’t caught on though. 

“This photo is from John Walkins' house. The angels, they're just like mine. John Walkins was Mr. Boots.”

“And you didn’t tell me there was a strange man in our house?” Jessica's voice trembled at the horror of what was possibly their reality. 

“No! No! I thought... I thought he was a ghost. Because when I followed him down here to dads hobby room, a-and I would turn the corner, he had... he disappeared.” 

You thought about what Ainsley was saying, all the thoughts running through your head, going through the ways John could come in and out, without being noticed. He disappeared? A sudden lightbulb went off in your head, your eyes widening in horror. “Oh my god.”

Before you could say anything else all three of you heard a sound from behind you and Jessica. A wood board being moved from inside Martin's old hobby room. You watched as John proceeded to come out, with an axe in hand. “Run,” Jessica whispered. 

“Jessica go!” Pushing her forward, you watched as they both ran up the stairs. Reaching for my gun, John had already made his way to you, before you could aim he swung the axe at your hands. 

The gun flew and you cried out in pain as the axe graze your skin cutting deeply causing you to bleed. John Walkins pushed you up against the wall, your back and head taking the hardest impact. “I’ll save you for later, but I gotta go take care of some business first.” Letting go, he watched you drop to the ground. He kicked you once in the stomach making you spit out blood, ensuring you wouldn’t get back up. 

You laid on the floor, watching him go up the stairs. Struggling to get up you tried to find your gun but you couldn’t find it anywhere. You knew this wasn't the time so you dragged yourself up the stairs, feeling every bit of pain through your ribs as you moved. You suddenly heard the cries from ether Ainsley or Jessica, making your adrenaline kick in and hustle to them. Your head was pounding but you knew you had to do everything to keep them safe, you would never forgive yourself if something were to happen to them. 

As you were making it upstairs the power went off. A loud crash was heard and you bolted yourself up two steps at a time. You instantly took notice of Ainsley on the floor her head was bleeding. Jessica threw a lamp at John, instantly turning around and basically picking up Ainsley, she looked over at you. “Y/n!”

“Go take Ainsley, I’ll hold him off!” You looked over to the fireplace, picking up one of the metal fire irons. 

John looked at you, whipping his hair from his face he flipped his axe in the air as he grinned wickedly at you. Stalking towards you as you stepped back with every step he took forward. “You’re an ambitious little girl, I see why Malcolm likes you.”

“What did you do with him?” 

John shrugged. “I showed him the truth, made him see what I and Martin saw all along. After I kill his family, I’ll kill him, but maybe not before I force him to watch me kill you. If you can live that long.” Taking a swing, you ducked as the axe went crashing near you, breaking a vase and pictures. 

You used the opening you had to hit him in the back, he screamed out and used his empty hand to backhand you, making you stumble backward. He put all his weight on your right hand, hearing a gross sound you felt the pain shot throughout your arm, you had no doubt that it was broken. You tried to scream out in pain but he used the axe to choke you, instantly cutting off any sounds you tired to make. The pressure on your neck was blocking any oxygen, your vision was starting to fade to black. Thinking this was all over, a sudden door slam from upstairs made him pause his movements. He grunted, taking the axe off your neck and instantly made his way towards the sound. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back to you.”

You tried to respond but your voice only came out in raspy breaths. Dragging yourself across the floor you managed to pull yourself up the wall, not doing anything but hearing the sounds of his axe breaking a door and Jessica and Ainsleys screams. You felt tears fall down your face as you shut your eyes tight, one last attempt to get up, but that only brought more pain, making you hit the floor again. You wanted to cry, scream, anything to take the attention off of them and back onto you. 

Suddenly you heard footsteps come closer to you, and it was the sound of feet and not shoes. Getting closer and closer, you opened your eyes to find the owner dragging himself in the dining room, the sound of metal clanging against metal along with it. 

“Malcolm.” You managed to gain your voice a little to get it out, it was raspy, hoarse, and painful but you were thankful that got his attention. 

He turned around, his eyes instantly found yours. His eyes widened at your state in front of him instantly making his way over, he bent down and hunched over you. “Y/n, oh god. I’m so sorry.” His hand went up to cup your cheek. His eyes were starting to tear up as he looked you over. 

“N-not...F-F-Fault.” You smiled weekly at him, he gently took you in his arms, carrying you to a corner of the room. He then rushed to grab you a blanket and pillow, resting it behind your head. 

“I need you to stay here, don’t say anything okay?” Malcolm looked into your eyes finding an understanding. “No matter what, don’t say anything until I get you.” 

“Fam-ily....Up-s-stairs.” You warned. 

Suddenly Malcolm heard a crash, knowing full well what you were telling him. His expression was unreadable, but you could tell he had a plan. Kissing you on the head he whispered a quick “I love you.” Before he stood up and you watched him move to the middle of the dining room. 

Being so disoriented, you didn’t really focus on what Malcolm was doing, only that whatever it was made lots of movements.  

“Walkins!” Malcolm shouted. The noise upstairs stopped, you knew he got his attention. You smiled upon hearing Jessica yell his name back. They were alive.

“I know you're here!” Malcolm yelled. “This is my house. My family.” Again Malcolm yelled his name, you couldn’t tell where from this time though. “I’m gonna find you...and lock you in the dark.”

You could see John from where you were in your corner, hoping he couldn’t hear your rough breaths. You watched as he slowly walked towards a box, one you hadn't notice there before. He started to really fight with himself, struggling with whatever he was thinking of. 

Then you saw Malcolm come from behind, walking up to him, hitting him on the back with something, causing John to yell in pain as he went down. 

“This is my house.” You had never heard Malcolm talk like this before, his voice was something you didn’t recognize. You tried to focus your hearing but your head was pounding like crazy. Everything seemed to be quiet, calm even. 

Then just like that Malcolm was in front of you, his hand reaching out for you. “Hey, it’s me, it’s over. You’re okay.” Malcolm rubbed his thumb across your cheek, his warmth instantly invading your skin. He slowly helped you stand up, watching you carefully with every motion you took to ensure he wasn’t hurting you too badly. Malcolm placed your arm around his shoulder holding you against him as close as he could. You finally noticed Malcolm's other hand that was wrapped in white bandages. You tired to ask him what happened but your voice was gone at this point and you didn’t try forcing the question out. 

Malcolm walked you to his mother and Ainsley, taking every step slow, for both his sake and yours. You both made your way to the bedroom; looking up, you saw Jessica holding a pair of scissors, instantly she set them down and rushed over to Malcolm. You saw this coming and took a step back out of Malcolm's arms, walking towards the bed you sat down watching both Malcolm and Jessica. 

“Oh god.” Jessica tried to hug him but he instantly groaned out in pain. 

“Watch the hand,” Malcolm said. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” She checked him over. Worried, she gently grabbed his arms. 

“I’m alive,” Malcolm responded. 

Jessica sighed in relief. “Wheres Walkins?” She suddenly asked. “Is he... did you?’

Malcolm shook his head no. You smiled softly, you saw how tired he was, how much he just needed a break. You wanted to take all the pain away but you knew this would take some time.

“No. But he’ll never be able to hurt us again.” Malcolm said softly. 

Jessica sighed out in relief. At that moment Ainsley had appeared from the bathroom, smiling she ran towards Malcolm, taking him in her arms. Malcolm grunted a bit but held her close to him, hugging her back. Jessica instantly joined them, all three hugging each other tightly. 

Malcolm glanced over at you, his eyes tearing up just the slightest. He looked so relieved and tired. You smiled sweetly at him, mouthing an ‘I love you.’ to which he smiled back. That smile didn’t last long as he was holding Jessica and Ainsley. He began to look deep in thought, his eyes glossing over not showing much emotion. You wouldn’t forget that look and would have to remind yourself to talk to him about it later. Eventually, his eyes closed and he squeezed Jessica and Ainsley in more.

The next couple of mornings was you arguing with your doctor. You had been in the hospital for almost two weeks now. You hadn’t imagined that your injury’s were that big of a deal, besides your broken hand. Apparently you had two broken ribs, a concussion, along with a damaged vocal cord that of course kept you from talking. Which only made it just as frustrating when trying to talk back and forth with your doctors. The one thing you were not excited for, was the stitches in your hands from when John swung his axe. Even if it was your own hand, you still had trouble looking at it.

Malcolm was being taken care of himself somewhere else. He protested at first that you two should be in the same ambulance, than leading to him trying to get a room together. Nevertheless doctors and his mother thought it best you two get your own room, probably to keep from trying to break out of here at the same time.

You missed him though. You hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks. From what Gil told you it sounded like Malcolm was going to be just fine, at least for Malcolm standards that is. Watching tv in your room the sound of the door caught your attention.

Looking over you saw the person you’ve been waiting to see these past two weeks. Malcolm walked in smiling as he shut the door behind him. You smiled back, using your wrapped up hand to motion for him to hurry up.

Malcolm laughed, making his way toward you. “You certainly seem to be doing better.” Malcolm said. Sitting down on the right side of your bed next to your leg. Resting his hand on your thigh he started to draw random shapes with his thumb.

Leaning over you picked up the white board and black expo pen that was resting on your table. Quickly writing, you turned the board to face Malcolm.

“You okay? I missed you.”

Malcolm smiled softly, taking your hand in his. “I should be asking you that. According to Gil, even though you didn’t look as bad as me, your internal injuries were much worse than any of us.”

“Eh, been though worse.”

Malcolm laughed, but it was short lived. “I’m so sorry Y/n.” Before you could write anything he continued. “I don’t understand how I didn’t figure it out sooner. He was right under our feet the whole time. Literally! Because of it my mother, my sister, you. All the people I love had to pay the price.”

You started shaking your head frantically. Malcolm didn’t need you to write what you were trying to tell him. He already knew.

“It is my fault, Y/n. You could’ve gotten killed, my family-“ before Malcolm had a chance to finish you took the white board and hit him with it. “Ow, what the- Y/n?”

Grabbing a hold of Malcolm face, you made him look at you, refusing to let him move as you forced his head to lean against yours. Malcolms eyes were beautiful yet so much damage was behind them. Without even taking your eyes off of Malcolm you took a hand away and scribbled something down on the white board. Shoving it in his chest you watched as he looked at you confused, than moved the board to see what you wrote.

“Stop.”

Malcolm looked down at your whiteboard, his eyes softened as he looked it over. You reached over to take back the whiteboard to erase it, now writing down something else. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Malcolm looked down at you confused.

“Your mom and Ainsley. Are they okay?”

Malcolm nodded. “My mother is back to herself, which means my apartment is now in lockdown mode. Ainsley on the other hand is already getting back to work. Just another day with the Whitlys.” Malcolm laughed lightly, noticing how you didn’t react he look hold of your hand. “Why the long face? Whats wrong?”

You shook your head, brushing him off as you tried to put on a reassuring smile. Malcolm of course didn’t buy it. “Y/n, you trust me right?”

You nodded, scribbling more on your board. “I thought I lost them. I couldn’t do anything to stop him.” Quickly erasing what you wrote, you continued. “I’m sorry.”

Malcolm frowned, he tried to look at you but you were looking down messing with your white hospital blanket. “Y/n, you can’t honestly believe what happened was your fault?”

When all you did was shrug Malcolm moved closer to sit right beside you. His arm brushed against yours and he raised his hand to your chin, gently moving your face towards him. “Darling, you did everything you could. Guessing by all your injuries I would say you just about sacrificed yourself to protect my family. My mother and my sister are alive because of you. My mother made that very clear to me the other day.”

“She did?”

Malcolm nodded, laughing lightly as he looked to be remembering something. “She told me how you gave her time for her and Ainsley to make a run for it, you held him off as they ran upstairs. If it weren’t for you, they both could have came out of this a lot worse.” Looking you over his smile slightly fell. “However, this definitely wasn’t my favorite outcome.”

“I love you.”

Malcolm smiled, moving some hair from your face he leaned over and kissed the side of you cheek lightly. Moving downwards to your shoulder he kissed you gently over and over.

After awhile of you and Malcolm going back and forth, he got up to go and talk to one of the doctors about when you could leave. He wanted you to stay longer but you were very eager to get the hell out of here, and he knew you would probably end up going yourself if he didn’t.

As soon as he left you started scrolling on your phone. A few minutes pass before you heard your door open again. Looking up, you expected to see Malcolm but was shocked upon seeing Cholete instead. She walked in, closing the door behind her and walked towards you.

“Surprised to see me?” She smiled. “Heard you were feeling better.”

If you didn’t know her you would’ve thought she was actually here to check over your well-being, and maybe that was a small part of it but it certainly wasn’t the main reason. Grabbing your white board you started writing.

“More or less. Not why you’re here though.”

She laughed a bit. “You caught me, I must be slipping up or you must be getting good at profiling.”

“Learned from the best.”

She nodded knowingly, taking a seat on the bedside chair she leaned back, her arms folded. “Saw Malcolm at the nurses station, didn’t bother telling him I would be leaving today.”

“But you’re telling me?”

“Believe it or not Y/n, I actually don’t mind your company. You work hard, act on instinct, don’t really let much get in your way. To put it simply, you’re pretty damn good at your job.” She said it so monotone you would’ve thought she was being sarcastic, but you knew she probably didn’t do that much.

“Where are you going with this?”

She smirked, getting up from her chair she pulled a card out from her pocket. “I don’t trust Bright, I don’t think I will anytime soon. If I was you, I wouldn’t get too caught up with him. Get out while you still can, and before it gets you killed, like it almost did this time.”

You furrowed you’re brows, you wanted to say something so bad but you both knew you couldn’t write fast enough.

“Malcolm does things without a second thought sometimes, he acts without thinking about what happens to him. You honestly expect me to believe that he didn’t know what could happen upon entering the childhood home of that monster.” She didn’t say it as a question. “One of these days those actions are what’s going to get him killed, or worse, someone else.”

“What do you expect me to do?”

“If you’re smart enough to use your head and not your heart. You’ll leave him.” She than set her card on your bedside. “If not, well than I hope my next visit won’t be at your funeral.” Before she walked out she looked back to. “You can’t trust him, not completely anyway. If you don’t wanna take my advise, that’s on you, but at least do yourself the favor of asking him.” When you looked at her confused, she sighed a sad smile present. “Ask him if he knew John would come, even it was a thought in the back of his mind.”

Just then the door opened and Malcolm walked in, he froze as soon as he saw Chlote. Looking between you both he was certainly confused, but you could also see a part of him get protective. “What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too.” Colette smiled.

Malcolm scoffed. “You and I both know you never like to see me.” He looked back at you. “You okay?”

“Relax, I was just about to leave. I was only checking up on a friend.”

“You two are not friends.” Malcolm quickly responded. You knew he was trying to play nice when she first came to the station, but now it seemed Malcolm wasn’t going to act anymore. The only other person he seemed to act this way about was his father, which reminded you, you never did tell him about meeting Martin Whitly.

Colette rolled her eyes. “You don’t get to decide that.” She looked back to you. “You were right by the way.” Opening the door she smiled knowingly at you. “You did learn from the best.” Just like that she was gone.

Malcolm looked back at you, confused about what she meant. “Learned from the best? What is she talking about?”

Even though Malcolm was confused you understood perfectly. Malcolm was the best, so if even Colette knew the chances of John going to his home, why wouldn’t Malcolm. But that was her point, Malcolm did know, he just pushed it in the back of his mind, because Malcolm always did stuff to find out more, it was always to find out and study more even if it gets him in toruble.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You jumped, finding Malcolm right beside you. Nodding slightly you kept thinking about what she said. Even though you didn’t wanna admit it you couldn’t help this back of the mind curiousness that you had. Then again, this wasn’t the time. You couldn’t write out what exactly you wanted to ask him right now, and you wanted to make sure you didn’t give him the opportunity to come up with the excuse of you needing rest to drop the conversation.

You grabbed your bored and quickly wrote something down. “Talk about it later.”

Judging by Malcolms face, he wasn’t satisfied with that. However you also knew he wasn’t one to push you on a topic if you didn’t want to talk about it. Rather he would ask you about it later.

The rest of the day consisted of Malcolm getting you out of the hospital and back home. Although the deal was you had to stay with him, no argument. He wasn’t going to take you out of his sight for a few days, and you would say that was a bit extreme and annoying, but if it meant Malcolm would stay out of trouble because he was taking care of you. All the better.

When you both finally made it back to his place it was already almost 2am and your voice had come back for the most part. Although when you spoke it sounded groggy and it burned a little bit.

“Take a seat, I’ll get you some water. You need to take your medicine.” Malcolm walked over to the kitchen. Following him you took a seat at the island stool, watching him walk around the kitchen.

Handing you your water and medicine, you nodded and forced yourself to swallow it down. You coughed slightly from the sting that came from it going down your throat. Malcolm smiles sadly at you, he put some hair behind your ear as he watched you take all your pills. 

“Hey.”

You looked back to him, he had a far away look in his eyes. “Malcolm?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He huffed out. “I feel like you wanna say something to me, and I know pushing you isn’t the way to go but I feel like this is about something else. Something you’re feeling guilty about?” He said it as a statement, which just made you feel worse. Before you could say anything Malcolm continued. “Please don’t be mad I profiled you.”

“I’m not mad. I do need to tell you something but, I don’t think you’ll like it.”

Malcolm scoffed. “Can’t be any worse then Cholete saying you two are friends.” He meant it as a joke but you weren’t laughing.

“When Gil and I were trying to find you, he became... desperate. He asked me for help on something.” You waited for a response but he didn’t say anything waiting for you to continue. “I visited your father.”

[majwrites]

Mistletoe Alert

Ainsley Whitly x Reader (romance)

Hey guys, I got inspired and wrote this thing. It is also kind of a teaser for an Ainsley series that I'm writing at the moment. Merry Christmas!🎄

Warnings: crowd of people, kissing

Note: inspired by the Christmas scene from American Psycho

It was the week before Christmas and Jessica Whitly was throwing a big Christmas party. You weren't sure if it was for charity or not but Ainsley had wanted you to come so here you were.

"Mistletoe alert", Ainsley kissed you on the mouth out of nowhere. "Oh Ainsley, I'm glad you found me in this mess", the Whitly home was gigantic and packed full of people. "I'm glad you're here. Let's see what mom planned for this", Ainsley took your hand and lead you over into the living room where Jessica was standing. On your way you quickly waved at Malcolm and Gil who were both sitting on a couch looking about as exhausted as you were. Big parties with a ton of rich people weren't exactly your thing.

"Oh my God, (Y/N), you're here!", Jessica pulled you into a hug, "I was just thinking about how nice it would be if we had a child running around at this Christmas party, I mean it would still be a baby next year if…", Jessica didn't get much further. Ainsley cut her off: "Mom, we're not planning for a baby yet, stop it. Look at (Y/N), they're so pale, you're stressing them out". You just stared back and forth between your girlfriend and her mother. How did conversation between them get out of hand this fast all the time. "I'm sorry, (N/N). I just got carried away with this", at least Jessica's apology sounded genuine for once. You decided that something had to happen to keep this party from being a complete waste of time.

The Christmas party at your mom's place had been much more fun. Your aunt had decided to do everyone's makeup and you had played a chocolate eating race which of course was won by your uncle Luis and then you had spent the evening dancing to Christmas songs with Ainsley. Now this party was full of Wall Street people and they all looked exactly the same.

"Come on, we'll find something fun to do", said Ainsley and once again she started dragging you along into another room. You had to greet a bunch of people before you finally sat down on a couch. Ainsley had decided that you should try every single food that Jessica had bought for this party and she went to fix you a plate. You waited for her longer than it would take to get food so you looked around and found her stuck in a conversation with McDermott.

Once caught in a conversation with him it was impossible to leave until he finished talking and one thing that McDermott enjoyed was talking about himself specifically. An orchestral version of 'please come home for Christmas' started playing. You decided to take action. You made your way through a crowd, successfully avoiding Tim Price and grabbed a mistletoe out of Jessica's table decorations. McDermott didn't see this coming. Ainsley looked relieved.

"Mistletoe alert!", you kissed Ainsley, lightly punched McDermott's shoulder in a way that he could probably interpret as a friendly gesture and dragged Ainsley away back into the living room. "Thanks for saving me, I was kind of stuck", Ainsley took your hand. "No problem, I can't have McDermott holding my girlfriend hostage like that", for a while you both just sat there in silence. "Ainsley?" "Yeah?" "Merry Christmas" "Merry Christmas, (Y/N)"