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wynters-writings · 5 months

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Thank you for tagging me in this @elizaellwrites! Love the questions you gave me and I will be using four characters from my WIP J&E.

More under the cut.

What is your favorite/most precious object?

Jet: My most precious object? It's my silver bass that Evander gifted me. *Smiling so big at the thought of them* To me it's so much more than an instrument as it is a physical token of their love at this point. And don't even think of harming it or else.

Evander: I don't really have a physical object that's my favorite or most precious, but I do consider music Jet plays and creates my favorite. I don't care what anyone says about that one. *Smiling as they say this*

Gunnar: I have a fluorite crystal tree I think is beautiful and have it on my desk for decoration. What? Who said lawyers are boring people who can't like beautiful things?

Marla: I have a croton plant I have in the backyard and it's huge. Took a while to do but it's impressive and I love it.

Who are your best friends/closest allies?

Jet: My best friends in life are Averi and my partner, Evander. My other friends are Ainsley, Aria, Elliott, Felix, Samantha, and Jasper.

Evander: Jet is my best friend even though he's my partner, but I think it's wonderful to have your partner be your best friend. As for my friend group, I have my two friends from college, Samantha and Jasper, and Jet's friends, Averi, Ainsley, Aria, Elliott, and Felix. Though out of his friends, I get along best with Averi, Aria, and Ainsley.

Gunnar: Just a few work colleges that I have close relationships with outside of work and my law firm partner.

Marla: Just some friends I have online from a few years ago I made when I was younger and hung out with often. Like to keep in touch that way.

Do you have any obsessions?

Jet: I think it's music and things that go into music production, but a certain someone says it's caffeine. Don't know why, I just have four bags of coffee and a large box of energy drinks I enjoy.

Evander: Have you seen my cabinet? It's tea. I love it and I'm a self proclaimed tea addict.

Gunnar: You want to know what the best type of coffee is for your taste, I'm the one who can tell you. I've tried a lot of different coffees to know what the differences are.

Marla: Landscaping designs are my thing and why I have a half complete degree in it. It's so beautiful and interesting that you can't help but love.

What's your family like?

Jet: *silence and slowly blinking* Can we go to the next question? I hate talking about this and I don’t want to either. Don’t care for any of it at all and want to forget about it all.

Evander: My family is very warm, accepting, and supportive. We are close knit and even though my sister and I are eight years apart, we’re very close and she looks to me as a role model which I’m honored to hold that position in her eyes.

Gunnar: I work a lot and I would love to have more time away from work to be with my family and son. But from what I hear, everything is going well and is when I’m there, so I’m glad and happy with that knowledge. Plus I will be able to have more time with them one day.

Marla: It’s very quiet and easy going. Can’t say that anything is going wrong with it and things are going well. Nothing to complain about.

Do you look up to anyone in particular?

Jet: I've always liked Salem from Ravenge and her demeanor, as well as being one of my favorite bassists who influenced me. She's truly one of the best and is an advocate for so many things that she is a certified badass.

Evander: Those who use their skills and voice to do good in the world on the behalf of others. It doesn't matter what their skill is that allows them to have a big enough voice, as long as they have that, I hold those people in high standing.

Gunnar: I wouldn't say look up to as much as I admire these types of people; those who overcome their difficult circumstances and come out on top despite everything. Those people have a drive few possess and that in of itself is highly admirable. So I suppose you could say I look up to those people by my reasoning.

Marla: I don't have anyone who I look up to as I don't care for that sort of thing. It's nothing to me and I won't bother.

I’m going to tag @kcooper95, @foxys-fantasy-tales, @fracturedfable, and @k--havok

Your questions are:

What is your favorite memory

What is your favorite way to spend a Sunday?

If you could have any object, what would it be and why?

What is your favorite type of music?

If you could have any skill, what would you choose and why?

#wynter's tags

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posi-pan · 4 years

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the results of the favorite pansexual characters survey are in! @superfranticpanromantic

in a mind-blowingly shocking twist, deadpool is y’all’s favorite pansexual lmao

there were some recurring themes in the reasons y’all love these characters; y’all like the characters themselves and them being pan is secondary. they were the first pan/queer characters y'all saw. the characters are authentic, relatable, interesting, or amusing. they have chaotic or bad bitch energy. they’re open or casual about their pansexuality/queerness. they have a strong sense of who they are and are unapologetic about it. and they make y'all feel seen/valid or have helped y'all accept being pan/queer.

(my favorite response was the one that just said "i love bastards" because honestly same)

but this kind of made me realize how pansexual characters seem to have similar traits. whether they’re the literal devil, a superhero, or a normal person, they tend to really know who they are, which is often unique or quirky or badass, and never waver in or apologize for it. which is cool. we don’t get many pansexual characters, but the ones we have are kind of awesome.

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PANSEXUAL CHARACTERS VOTED ON BY PAN PEOPLE

436 pan people selected their favorite TV/film characters who have had the word pansexual used to describe them. (Some of these characters have also been described as bi, omni, fluid, queer, etc.)

RESULTS BY NUMBER OF VOTES

0: Chris (Blood & Water), John Goldberg (Another Period), Kibby Ainsley (Daytime Divas), Sophia (Star Crossed)

1: Elida (Vagrant Queen), Kareema (No Tomorrow), Kat Sandoval (Madam Secretary), Tam (Younger)

2: Aitor Cardoné (Club de Cuervos), Emma Reid (Doctors), Julia Mao (The Expanse), Kevin (What/If), Lauren Heller (Younger)

4: Jules Thomas (Sweet/Vicious)

6: Penelope Park (Legacies), Ryn (Siren)

8: Nola Darling (She's Gotta Have It)

9: Harry Turpin (The Thing About Harry), Izzy Silva (You Me Her)

10: Drea (Everything's Gonna Be Okay)

11: Vignette (Carnival Row)

12: Edward (Will & Grace), Kieren Walker (In the Flesh), Matilda (Everything's Gonna Be Okay)

13: Bilquis (American Gods)

14: Sadie Swenson (Scream Queens)

16: Josie Saltzman (Legacies)

18: Imogen Moreno (Degrassi)

20: Roland Blum (The Good Fight), Pam (True Blood)

[At the bottom of the image are seven photos outlined in black of pansexual characters; Bilquis, Emma Reid, Harry Turpin, Ryn, Roland Blum, Matilda, and Nola Darling.]

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[A yellow background with black text continuing the list of characters by number of votes.]

21: Forty (You)

22: Ali (Big Mouth), Eric Northman (True Blood)

23: Kendra Saunders (Legends of Tomorrow)

24: Eliott Demaury (Skam France)

27: Craig Pelton (Community), Roger (American Dad)

29: Charlie (Legends of Tomorrow)

30: Boxman (OK, K.O.!)

33: Ezri/Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

34: Karen Walker (Will & Grace)

[To the right of those names are four photos outlined in black of pansexual characters, Eliott Demaury, Charlie, Jadzia Dax, and Craig Pelton.]

35: Carlton Lassiter (Psych)

38: Dorian Gray (Penny Dreadful)

42: Leonard Snart (Legends of Tomorrow, The Flash)

45: Andy (The Old Guard)

52: James Kirk (Star Trek Beyond)

54: Mal (The Descendants)

62: Annalise Keating (How to Get Away with Murder)

65: Yara Greyjoy (Game of Thrones)

68: Ola Nyman (Sex Education)

[To the left of those names are four photos outlined in black of pansexual characters, Leonard Snart, Ola Nyman, Carlton Lassiter, and Andy.]

Image Three:

[A blue background with black text at the top that reads, "TOP 15 PANSEXUAL CHARACTERS", followed by fifteen photos outlined in black of pansexual characters with the number of votes in a pink circle on their photo.]

78: Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

80: Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

82: Lando Calrissian (Star Wars)

86: Crowley (Supernatural)

91: Even Bech Næsheim (Skam)

91: Frank N. Furter (The Rocky Horror Picture Show)

97: Ambrose Spellman (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

100: Mazikeen (Lucifer)

106: David Rose (Schitt's Creek)

127: Jack Harkness (Doctor Who, Torchwood)

143: Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

149: Wonder Woman (DCEU)

180: Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

202: Loki (MCU)

262: Deadpool (MCU)

[Deadpool's photo has pink lines coming out of it, with pink text outlined in black on it that reads, "your favorite pansexual character!".]

#pansexual #pansexuality #pan positivity #pan pride #pan week #pictures #mine #also i don't know what happened to the quality of the first image don't @ me #also one person mentioned in their write in that dan levy is pan - he isn't he's gay/queer #and another person demanded i take wonder woman off the list so i don't give pans the reputation of stealing bi rep #to which i must ask - did you even read the survey summary??? some characters have had multiple labels used for them #i specifically mentioned that to avoid people getting mad about certain characters being on there yet here we are #wonder woman writers have said she's bi AND pan - acknowledging that isn't erasure or stealing #i feel the same about annalise who was labeled pan and then bi - at first i was like wtf??? and now i'm like okay she's both cool whatever #need i get into how jack harkness has been described as bi AND pan AND omni????#anyways if you're reading these tags let me know if you like surveys like this and if i should do more and if you have any suggestions!!!#pan character #pan character: canon #pansensual #panalterous #panaesthetic #panplatonic #long post

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okkitsune · 3 years

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And now for something less serious...

DANI POWELL IS SUCH A BADASS. She’s the only one who didn’t ask about the car - which means she’s the only one who is allowed to drive it. ❤️ I really hope Malcom had a tinge of jealousy over that. Just a liiiiittle bit (but more proud of her than jealous).

I LOVED Malcom’s relationship with Gerald. Also - Malcom is so blind when he recognizes himself in someone else. I love that Malcom took Gerald’s dare and though he probably had zero clue how to say it, he still gave it a good 5 steps towards Dani before The Surgeon ruined things again.

Dani explaining to Malcom why the witness needs to be mentally stable in order for the court to take his statement into consideration and Malcom taking it so personally. Lol!

Poor Jessica. That’s probably her worst nightmare - being stuck in Clairmont. Also I did love Gil’s calling Malcom out on (hallucinations)? Not delusions...I’m a li’l confused. But that’s ok. I need to sleep and think about it and I can NOT wait till next week. 😳 (I loved his little “how did you know?” slip)

Oh and WHERE THE HELL IS AINSLEY?

#prodigal son #prodigal son spoilers #malcom bright #dani powell #jessica whitly #martin whitly

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thxngam · 4 years

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Do you have any favorites in terms of s7 fics or post-canon/future fics in TWW? thank you :)

I really have become a rec blog huh? This is the most fun thing ever lmao, please keep asking for recs!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27898720--glory is that bright tragic thing by shesmyplusone: a very very cute fic of josh talking to leo’s grave with a visitor. mentions all the s7 cast with some of josh’s own thoughts. ngl, almost cried

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28259976--Send a Postcard From Down the Street by @cauldronoflove: one of my favorite s7 fics! maybe my absolute favorite idk that’s a hard spot to be in. it’s mostly donna and sam being besties (which, btw, the best friendship ever) and talking about sam’s decision to leave but also them worrying about the new administration, and also donna being an absolute badass with helen santos (who i love, fight me), and...you know, i’ll stop here, but this is definitely something to read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28096008/chapters/68838846--she might just be my everything and beyond by romanovaly: a donnajosh fic! this advances their relationship very very quickly and it’s an adorable two chapter fic with the entire bartlet gang! i agree with the author; i will always be salty that we never got a complete family reunion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28030764/chapters/68668905--In The Beginning by spamtotz: another donnajosh fic! ngl most postcanon fics are donnajosh, but no complaints from me lol. Unlike the last fic, this one focuses on their fledgling relationship feat. Josh Being An Entire Idiot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27537739/chapters/67347088--And the Pursuit of Happiness by @welcometo-yourworld: samjosh being idiots postcanon! this one is still being actively updated, but it also features Josh being an idiot but with company! it’s so so so good, and not a single character is OOC. i don’t really know how to describe this other than good lol, but definitely worth the read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/150951--Out at Sea by tosca1390: cj & Danny! i should read more of this ship...hm. Either way, this is such a good fic, and makes me feel nostalgic for some reason though the show is obviously fictional? it also features toby and cj, which was one of the best pairs, idc if you ship it romantically or platonic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/150944--April(Again) by tosca1390: a moment between josh and sam with their new roles, but their friendship is so funny. also mentions of donnajosh, so samjosh is entirely brotp here, but i love this slice of life!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/549156--Cupcakery by tosca1390: literally plotless, but so so so good! idk its ainsely and sam being cute with a side of bram. i think it also mentions rory gilmour from gilmour girls but I've also never seen gilmour girls so idk lol. i mostly love it for the sam/ainsley

https://archiveofourown.org/works/687863--Giving in to Ainsley by fluffernutter8: another sam/ainsley fic! (there should be a ship name lol I’m getting tired of typing that out) this one is like 50% sam and josh just talking but it’s not like boring or anything, it’s mostly sweet with a little bit at the end that makes my heart flutter with the p o s s i b i l i t i e s

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10724649--Transitions by shanegray: josh introspection post series! it also includes snippets of some cute stories post story. 10/10, have and will probably read again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2444471--The Human Spirit by brutti_ma_buoni: a moment between sam and josh talking about leo post series. this one is only available to archive users tho, but if you have an account, definitely log in and read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27898720--glory is that bright tragic thing by shesmyplusone: a josh fic mostly, but with mentions of all the season characters. it’s very very sweet, might give you cavities!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11454501/1/Key-Square?__cf_chl_jschl_tk__=f8cebedafcafdf27e34fc2c951981d4b1c4faacf-1610378507---Key Square by Every Shade of Blue on FF.net: (not a fan of FF.net and I shortened the link, so you have to click on it, not copy and paste bc it was really long) set way post series, but absolutely wonderful. another seaborn for president fic! i include it in this list bc it covers the ending part of the santos admin

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11782078/1/Brotherhood--Brotherhood by Every Shade of Blue of FF.net: (this link is fine) I, like the author, was disappointed that we never got a sam/toby reunion, so here it is lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1077955--The People’s Servants by Speranza: Big Block of Cheese Day in the santos admin! isn’t that wonderful?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28442229--Balancing on Breaking Branches by @slightlyraspberry: s7 but different! this was also on my favorite fics ever list, but it is s7 centric so here it is

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27752194--the elephant in the Whitehouse by shesmyplusone: a donnajosh fic but featuring toby and josh talking about the events of The Cold (the kiss heard round the world!) donna is only mentioned, it’s really just toby and josh centric, which btw, was a ridiculous relationship that i LIVE for

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25931149--Sensual Politics by @slightlyraspberry: (idk if you can tell but their one of my favorite authors lol) Not strictly s7 or post canon, but a large part of it is post series, so here ya go! donnajosh endgame, but it covers other relationships and takes their bumpy road and makes it even bumpier. Hard to describe, but definitely worth reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/872511--Week one by Jackie Thomas: samjosh in the santos admin! i have a thing for josh struggling with trying to live up to what leo was for them, and it’s fantastic. absolutely fantastic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21242702--Those Who Show Up by nitpickyabouttrains: (you know what this has made me realize? how strange AO3 usernames are) an au where josh goes and gets sam a little earlier! well he doesn’t actually go, but a scene that totally could’ve taken place canon. their relationship is platonic but it’s so so so well written!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17140226/chapters/40308749--Scar Tissue by ballonballon: the santos admin + rosslyn! what else is there to say?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18586651--Five to Four by arborealstops: MY ABSOLTUE FAVORITEEEEEEEEE. josh and sam once gay marriage is legalized with a dumpster fire (but an adorable one) of a marriage proposal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21838909--Power Coupling by theycallmethejackal: amy gardner/sam seaborn in the santos admin. an interesting couple but one i like lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21930001/chapters/52341781--Upon My Sleeve by theycallmethejackal: another amy gardner/sam seaborn fic! comes with a sequel too, but takes place in the santos admin!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18852391/chapters/44743792--Obergefell v. Hodges by Charowak: gay marriage is legalized with samjosh! also feat. bi matt santos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24916270--A New Friday Night Ritual by Chinesepapercut: girls night in the santos admin feat. donnajosh, helen santos, and the old crew!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18281033--save me a place by @iwasfollowingyou: MY FAVORITE THING EVER!!! transition but samjosh and so so so sweet it might give you cavities!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27977637--What Would Leo (Or Andrew Jackson) Do? by mlea7675: another big block of cheese day in the santos admin!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27072835/chapters/66102826--JigSaw by spearquint: another samjosh in the santos admin! this covers them getting back together after sam left tho

THIS IS SO SO SO LONG LMAO

I hope you try all of these out! They are so so so good!

#the west wing #ask

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simonhoxley · 4 years

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John Watkins is the reason Ainsley Killed endicott like that.

So I’m thinking where does that one instagram post from Prodigal son fit in the finale.

Yes, this post.

Because the other creepy post we got was “whatever you think you’re doing you can’t keep silencing people.” which was said by Ainsley on the finale.

So of course I thought watkins was going to make an appearance because it has his box and talking about angels which was what gave him away on episode 11. But I was wrong.

However

it’s talking about Ainsley, she was too young to learn from Martin. But she did have her imaginary friend “mr boots.” Also known as Watkins.

Who knows what he taught her during those years. And if Malcolm has repressed memories of him and Martin, who’s to say Ainsley doesn’t have them neither? She murdered him like if she was on automatic and she was confused afterwards. Maybe that has happened before?

The angel signifies Ainsley since watkins gave it to her as a child and on the post it says “bad little angels all fall down.” Which signifies Ainsley going rogue and basically butchering Nicholas. (Which was badass)

Its pretty cool they foreshadowed it on an Instagram post. And her connection to Watkins can explain why she did what she did.

#prodigal son #malcolm bright #tom payne #apa #michael sheen #gil arroyo #ainsley whitly #keiko agena #prodigal son fox #bellamy young #prodigal son spoilers

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sharkonasock · 4 years

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Alrighty everyone it's that time of the week for our prodigal son analysis. So first things first the beginning didn't sit right with Malcolm and Jess talking and Martin and the group therapist. Not 'it didn't sit right' like oh that was creepy but It DiDnT SiT RiGhT like wtf were they going for. There definitely wasn't enough Edrisa and the only time we really got her was that scene at the begginging with Malcolm right. But we had a WHOLE ASS episode for Edrisa character development last season and yet they're simply addressing her like she's the Malcolm fan club and nothing else. She's a damn good medical examiner and we barely got to see her interacting with the body at all. There was no forensics there was no anything other then 'oh this blood is in a pattern' like ??? And then with Malcolm examining the crime scene there was no profiling that was done to the extent of last season. He just put on a glove and grabbed the book. It was a very specific plot point that Malcolm used profiling and solving murders as a coping mechanism and his whole t h i n g was that he did it from the killers point of view. And yes ohh "now he's a killer" or whatever but don't you think that would have him coming further into the job and not away from it? The brightwell scene was fantastic, there's nothing to say about that. I like that we're seeing JT's character differently this season with the injustice going on in the PD because last season he was kinda just the annoyed (but hidden softie) one, if that makes sense. I'm not sure what's happening with Ainsley and Jessica but we'll get there when we get there ig.

The case felt kind of disjointed and even though they were trying to show how Malcolm is turning evil and deep down he thinks he's a demon, it didn't work well. It wasn't like showing us that he was struggling with this (for example 1x06, All Souls and Sadists, we saw how Malcolm overlooked Isaac because he saw a piece of himself in this kid) more like two specific characters told him he had a darkness in him and they knew he was a killer. Which ok? I guess that works but it doesn't f e e l right. The same thing with his dream with Sister Agnes and Ainsley because yes that made sense, but did it fit, I don't think so, no. As well as the fact that he rid of the murderer's psychosis by preforming the exorcism, which I think was meant to be like for himself in a way. But the problem with that theory is that the exorcism didn't work you know, Malcolm still had to whack the dude on the head with a candle stick.

Last things last, Martin felt lowkey ooc. I don't know if this was just a me thing but at the end when he was talking to Malcolm about the case. And Malcolm was all now that I know you're there I'll lock you up (which badass Mal loved it), Martin's reactions weren't very him? I think the entire episode was like that though I'm sure if this is being done purposely to show how he's starting to close in on himself now that he knows "Malcolm's fulfilled his potential" or what have you, or that he needs to fucking kill someone before he loses his shit *cough* electrocuting his roommate last ep *cough*. I kinda like the friar but his introduction felt stunted and kinda wrong. I liked how he helped with the case in the end but the whole the friars gonna get Martin out of prison is very foreseen. I think we can all guess where this is going. So yeah. Yep, just some thoughts byyyye.

#prodigal son #prodigal son season 2 #malcolm bright #martin whitly #dani powell #jt tarmel #gil arroyo #jessica whitly #ainsley whitly #I POSTED THIS WITHOUT TAGS WOW SOMETIMES MY BRAIN DOESNT WORK

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m-is-for-mj · 4 years

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Ok but the idea of a Prodigal Son SPN AU/Crossover thing has been rattling around in my brain for a while now, mostly because of Bellamy young playing Sarah (Nick's wife) for a bit. I know that might sound dumb at first but think about it: The Whitly family are Men (and Women) of letters and also maybe witches? (Cause that would be badass and they kinda have the vibe and it links up to my other thing in a second here) Do what you will with Martin (im still figuring this out okay) but maybe Jessica used to be Sarah and was a witch and former Woman of letters. Nick did not know this and when she was murdered along with her child, she had spellwork similar to Rowena and it brought her back. But by the time she got back, Nick was nowhere to be found, having already said yes to Lucifer and with her husband and child's death, she ran away and changed her name and maybe went back to work with the men of letters and then she somehow met Martin and quit again once she had Malcolm and Ainsley and was totally committed to living a normal life but when Martin was arrested she lost it and started drinking a lot, etc, but also decided to teach the kiddos witchcraft just for the hell of it and taught them self defense, etc. Flash forward, theyre grown up, Ainsley uses her spells and witchcraft occasionally for work and a bit in her home life, but Malcolm tries to run away from it all and be "normal" and become FBI and everything like he did canonically in the show, but somehow gets dragged back into the life, so they meet Sam and Dean and the other hunters and friends. First off, I feel like Jessica and Rowena would totally be an awesome duo. Like, maybe they'd argue in the begining but then they'd end up being best friends and drinking together and having witch mom chats and everything and it'd be great. Second, Malcolm and Sam would totally be buddies because they would absolutely bond over their weird obsession with serial killers, which Dean would roll his eyes at because god you guys are either psychotic or mega nerds and probably both. Mary and Jessica would also probably bond over their weird sons. I may write this honestly because god I can't be the only one seeing this-

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queenbrightwhitly · 5 years

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Meet My Mother?

The smell of bacon and eggs was one of her favorite things, she had the opportunity to cook more since she started staying over at Malcolm's more.

His kitchen was more prominent than her own, and she hadn't been back in a while since his place was closer to her job. She didn't mind, she liked staying with Malcolm and Sunshine.

She smiled when she felt arms wrap around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder; he turned to the side to kiss her neck. "Good morning."

"Morning to you too, hungry?"

"Nope."

"Malcolm." She turned to look at him, his innocent smile plastered. "I'm serious."

"I could tell, your tone holds no humor, and the way you said my name with sternness tells me that you aren't going to let me say no." Malcolm raised his hand to rest under her chin, swiftly pecking her lips before backing away. "Besides, I ate not that long ago."

Y/n looked at him unconvinced. "When? I've been with you since last night."

Malcolm walked over to the cabinet, grabbing two glasses. "I ate with my sister."

Furrowing her brows, she thought about when that could have happened. Suddenly dawning on her, she scoffed. "Malcolm, you had an early lunch with Ainsley yesterday at noon! That's been just about 24 hours."

Malcolm looked back, surprised. "That all? Wow, I thought that was 2 days ago. I've really been wrong with my dates recently." He then proceeded to fill the glasses with orange juice. Setting them both on the bar countertop, sitting down on the stool.

Taking off the bacon, Y/n made up two plates. Walking over to Malcolm, she sat down beside him, sliding over the plate, and she placed the fork in his hand. "A few bites, please."

Malcolm's eyes softened but rolled his eyes as he took a bite.

"Don't make me feed you."

Malcolm laughed, taking another bite as they both continued to eat in silence. This was how it was almost every morning. It became routine with the both of them, the morning would be their time before they parted ways into their crazy lives of work.

"Hey, Y/n."

She looked over, Malcolm seemed to become a little nervous his eyes were going around the room as he contemplated what he wanted to say.

She got up and took both their plate to the sink, "Malcolm, whatever you need to say, just say it. You being nervous is making me nervous." Turning on the water, Y/n started to rinse them, waiting for him to speak.

"How would you feel about meeting my mother?" Malcolm jumped at the sudden sound of the plate dropping in the sink. He raised an eyebrow, leaning over; he tried to get a look at her face, but she was still facing away from him. He kept in mind that she hadn't moved, and her shoulders were rising and falling a bit faster now.

"Your mother?" She finally spoke.

Malcolm smiled. "My mother, yes. I only have the one." He joked but became serious when he didn't see her react. Getting up, he walked over, finally able to see her face. His eyes were wide upon seeing her expression. "You're scared!"

That suddenly brought back Y/n from her thoughts, quickly turning away. "Oh, don't be ridiculous! Me? Scared? That's crazy." Malcolm smiled amusingly. "Your body is tense, your fidgeting with your fingers, and you haven't been able to keep eye contact with me since I mentioned dinner with my mother."

Just then, Malcolm noticed a slight panic. "Oh, oh, you're not just scared," she looked up confused. "You're terrified."

She scoffed. "I'm not terrified of your mother." Y/n said hesitantly. "She's just a very... powerful woman." Y/n noticed the smile on Malcolm's face. "What?!"

Malcolm shook his head, "I just find it very amusing that my father is the serial killer, yet my mother is the one you're scared of."

"I told you I'm not scared!"

"Your behavior says otherwise."

"Stop profiling me!"

Malcolm laughed, walking over and wrapping his arms around Y/n. She instantly responded to him, hugging him back as he rubbed his hands up and down her back. "My mother is intimidating, but I promise you, you have nothing to be worried about."

Y/n scoffed, leaning back but not out of his arms; she looked up at him. "She's your mother, you have to say that."

"Oh, no, I completely agree. My mother can be intimidating and make me nervous about what she might do. I never know with her." Malcolm stated, honestly.

"Y/n eyes widened. "So, what makes you think I shouldn't be scared!"

"I thought you said you weren't scared?" Malcolm smiled.

"Yes! Okay! I admit it!" Y/n turned around, pacing back and forth. "Your mother is scary! She screams female power and dominance! She could blink, and every businessman would bow to her will, I am scared of your mother, she's not only a badass but a force I don't wanna mess with!" Y/n then turned and waved her hands towards Malcolm. "And I'm dating her son! Her pride and joy! How the hell do you not mess that up?"

Malcolm smiled, taking hold of her cheeks; he kissed the top of her forehead. "You can't mess that up, my mother has been wanting me to find something else that makes me happy other than catching killers. I finally found it, and I want to show her. She will love you if she knows I do. You don't have to worry about impressing her. As far as I'm concerned, you making me take care of myself is the most impressive thing you can accomplish with her."

Y/n smiled; she looked up at Malcolm, pushing a piece of hair away from his forehead. "Thank you, Malcolm." Leaning up, she pressed her lips to his, which he eagerly returned. When he leaned back, he looked down at her. He pulled her back at arm's length, clapping his hands together, Malcolm grinned brightly. "Now! Enough chit chat, we have to get ready for lunch in 2 hours! Let's hurry now! Don't wanna be late." Malcolm swiftly moved by Y/n, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her cheek before making his way to his bathroom. Y/n stood there, contemplating what he just said. "Two hours?!" She turned around, "Malcolm!"

He didn't respond; just shut the bathroom door, a wide grin across his face.

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‘someday, someday’ :: tumblr edition, #30 :: the epilogue

June, five months later.

Seattle

“I can feel the love of my girlfriend in the building!”

“Oh boy,” I said under my breath, walking towards the sound of Harry’s booming voice.

“He’s been annoyingly upbeat all day,” Harry’s manager said from his spot walking next to me, “He’s lucky nobody’s hit him with a tranquilliser gun.”

I laughed, “I’m extremely sorry. I’ll try to keep him out of your hair for a few days.”

“Nina!” Harry squawked out my name, still out of sight. The empty corridors of the venue made his voice carry throughout the whole place.

I landed in Seattle a few hours before, there was a hold up at the airport customs, but I slept on the plane so wasn’t feeling too foggy from travel. Harry had a show here tonight, and then two sold-out nights in Los Angeles before we had a small getaway planned in Jamaica. He was on a ‘micro tour’ which consisted of forty dates across Europe and the US, promoting the EP that dropped back in March and also giving Harry a break from writing his next album. I went to the opening night show in London four weeks ago and hadn’t seen Harry since.

We rounded a corner, and I saw him, jogging towards us in a tour hoody, jeans and fluffy socks with no shoes. Harry’s cheeks were red, and his eyes were wide with joy, my tummy clenched at the sight of him; at the sight of how happy seeing me made him.

“Hello!” Harry yelled happily, not slowing at all before crashing into me and holding my body tightly against his, “Hello, you’re here! I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“I’ll see you later, mate,” His manager said somewhere behind me, “Soundcheck is at three, okay?”

Harry must have held up a thumb in agreement because we were left alone a moment later, my face pressed into the warm material of his jumper and my arms wrapped tightly around Harry’s back.

“Do you speak?” Harry asked, swaying us from side to side in a hug, “Because when I saw you a month ago, you could speak.” “Hi,” I bleated out, thickly, “I’ve missed you.” He squeezed me almost too tightly, “I missed you too. So much. I’m so excited about this week.”

I threaded my hands behind his neck then, needing to show my affection. I managed to get in half a dozen kisses to his jaw and side of Harry’s mouth before he loosened his grip and covered my mouth with his. The kiss was slow and heated me all the way through, feeling Harry’s body after so many weeks lit a fire in my gut.

He felt it too.

“Lemme show you my dressing room,” He said between pecks to my lips. “I’ve missed you so much.”

It wasn’t far away, Harry took the handle of my suitcase from where his manager had left it and then strode off down the hallway, leaving me to trot along behind him trying to catch up. I skipped passed him, slapping my hand gently to his bum and turning back to give him a cheeky look.

Harry shook his head and muttered something to himself just as we passed a door he disappeared into. I skidded back to follow him, taking in the small but inviting space we had just walked into. Harry shut the door behind me and had me engulfed in another kiss before I could get a good look at Harry’s space on tour.

His palms pressed against the base of my spine before Harry expertly unclasped my bra under my shirt, his fingers moved around to dance across my nipples.

“Well that feels odd,” I said as he attached his mouth to my neck, my bra sitting strangely over my shoulders and bunching under the fabric of my shirt. There was a reason the layers usually came off in a particular order, Harry jumped the gun though, and I can’t say I blamed him for it.

“Odd?” Harry questioned, lightly squeezing my left breast as he sucked behind my ear. It sent a rush of heat straight through me, and when I stumbled against him, Harry laughed against my chin. “That’s more like it.”

A moment later, my shirt and bra were off, and Harry gently pushed me back until I was pressed against the closed door. His eyes sparkled when he pulled back to look at me, his own cheeks flushed with desire while his chest heaved up and down. I reached for his belt loops, missing the feeling of him against him and wanting to feel his hardness against me again.

“Harry,” I whined.

“Fucking look at you,” He breathed, taking a finger and tracing it down from my neck, between my bare breasts and then down to the button of my jeans, “Can I keep going?”

“Does this door lock?” Harry reached behind me to the handle, and I heard a satisfying click, “Yes.”

A smile grew across my face, and I reached up for Harry’s shoulders to pull him down for another searing kiss. His fingers congregated at the top of my trousers, quickly flipping the button out of its spot and unzipping them. We giggled our way through him trying to peel the tight skinny jeans from my legs, he kneeled in front of me as he struggled to get my shoes off and then the jeans over my feet. My palms rested on Harry’s back as I hunched over in laughter. My laughter died, though when the trousers were gone, and Harry looked up at me from the floor, his warm breath fanning against me.

Before I could think he pressed a kiss below my belly button and tugged down my knickers, “You’re so beautiful,” Harry said, “I missed this so much.”

+++

“C’mon, we have a job to do,” Harry flung open the door to his dressing room and pulled me down the corridor.

“A job?” I ran a hand through my hair, hoping I didn’t look like I’d just had three orgasms. “Yes, I’m on crew afternoon tea,” Harry told me impatiently, “So we’re making cookies.”

“Cookies? Where on earth are we making cookies?”

“Here,” He held out his arm in a big reveal, the catering kitchen before us, “I have use of this kitchen for the next hour. Morning tea is at two.”

“We’re making cookies.”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a charming idiot,” I grinned, “I love you.”

His face lit up as he took his phone out of his pocket and gave it to me, “You DJ and I’ll be ... What’s that guy's name? The cooking one?”

“Jamie Oliver?”

“No,” he shook his head, still trying to think of the name himself. Harry was looking over what had been left out on the bench, it seemed whoever was letting Harry use the kitchen was protective of their space and had elected to put everything he would need in plain sight.

“Gordon Ramsey?” I tried.

“No, the other one ... That’s different.”

“Noel Fielding?”

Harry stopped short and looked at me with a sceptical look on his face, “Noel Fielding,” he said flatly, “He’s the host, he doesn’t cook, Nina!”

“Paul Hollywood then.”

“No.”

I smiled, “You’re not giving me a very good indication of who you mean.”

“Ainsley! That Ainsley guy, with the grin,” Harry demonstrated the nature of the grin in question.

“That’s a girls name,” I said, not finding the name familiar in the slightest.

“Ainsley is badass,” Harry blew me off, “I’ll show you.”

We spent the next twenty minutes fumbling our way through the cookie recipe Harry saved onto his phone. He was adamant we double the recipe, so there was plenty for everyone. Halfway through I was banned from helping anymore after I went rogue and decided not to measure out the chocolate chips, instead I was eyeballing the amount.

“Don’t mess up the recipe!” He reached for the bowl and tried to intercept the chocolate chips I was shaking in.

“You can never have too many choc chips, Harry.” “Yes, you can! That’s why they tell you how much to put in! It’s about ratios, Nina!”

“Ratios don’t apply to chocolate chips, you measure that shit with your heart.”

He glared at me, looking every bit the disagreeable child, “If there’s too high a chocolate content the cookies will burn. It’s a chemical reaction! They’ve got—”

—You need to cool it on the Bon Appetite videos, mate.”

“Mate!” Harry latched onto my waist and dug his fingers in to tickle me, “Boyfriends don’t get ‘mate’, thank you very much.”

When we presented the cookies later on at crew afternoon tea Harry admitted that maybe I hadn’t completely ruined the batch, he ate four before anyone else got to them, and I didn’t try very hard at all not to be smug about how much he liked the treat. I watched him happily prattle away to different people, shovelling more cookies into his mouth with abandon as the social gathering went on.

“You made cookies so you’d have an excuse to eat cookies, didn’t you?” I confronted him when Harry handed me a cup of tea a little while later, “You’ve got a little bit, c’ mere.”

I wiped the corner of his mouth where a smudge of chocolate sat with my thumb, avoiding the heated look he was giving me, and he settled onto the sofa next to me, “I did nothing of the sort.”

“Hmmm,” I smiled, blowing onto the surface of my tea to cool it.

+++

Los Angeles, Day Two

You’re so cute when you play xx

“Concentrate, Harry,” I snatched the sticky-note he wrote for me off the end of his finger and stuck it to the piano.

“It’s true,” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and stood up off the stool, finally looking as though he was ready to take soundcheck seriously.

This was Harry’s idea, as so many crazy ideas were. He waited 24 hours after I joined him in Seattle before trying it out on me, casually mentioning that it would be cool if I could play the song we wrote together on stage with him one night. As with so many things, Harry broke the idea to me slowly, and I was swayed from my status of categorically absolutely not to where we currently were. Which was us both up on stage behind a grand piano during his last Los Angeles soundcheck.

A roadie set up a microphone at the piano for me to sing harmonies despite my telling Harry over and over I wouldn’t be using it. I knew what Harry was thinking though, that the more we rehearsed it through, the more I would get lost in the song and find myself humming along supporting Harry’s voice where the song needed it. He was using my instinct against me.

Or he would if he ever got to actually singing the song through. For now, he seemed content to mess about and get crew members to request songs for me to play.

“Harry,” I was finally reaching my threshold, my nerves eroding my ability to play along much further.

He looked at me and his face fell slightly, but he gave me a warm smile, “Okay, let’s do a proper run through.”

“Thank you.”

I started the intro slowly, closing my eyes to enjoy the way the sound of the keys spread through the venue. I really did love this song, and despite how often I heard it since it’s release, there was still a warming kind of magic to it. It took me back to meeting Harry and him seeing my musicality for the first time last year. They were such sweet memories, and I loved thinking about how little I knew at the time; how much I underestimated what Harry’s effect on my life would be.

When Harry started singing into his microphone I opened my eyes to watch him, he was facing the empty stadium, still as he let his voice carry. He told me earlier he was thinking about changing a few runs tonight but he didn’t want to distract or take away from the fact this would probably be the only time we played it live together.

By the time he started singing the second chorus I had tears in my eyes and his band were all quiet watching. None of them was setting up for the next song or distracted on their phones, everyone was watching Harry perform to the empty theatre.

His head slowly turned around to me when I started singing along behind him. He smiled through the next few lyrics, removing his mic from the stand and walking over to be closer to me. Our voices did sound lovely together, although I felt horribly exposed doing so. I stuck to just doing what the voices on Rodger’s recorded version did. We were missing the strings and some of the effects from the piano, but there was a simple beauty to just performing the song with this grand piano in front of me.

The instrumental came and I focused on getting the more complicated piano part I had written sounding perfect. Harry’s music director told me earlier if I wanted to extend it I could, but again, I was wary of settling too much of the attention on myself. This was Harry’s show and I wanted his fans to see him in a different way, not to be introduced too much to the idea of me.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Harry said into the microphone as I played through the final few chords. He was grinning ear to ear, watching my hands on the keys.

“Your voice sounds beautiful,” I told him.

He reached over me for the yellow sticky-note stack and black sharpie, scrawling something out before tearing off the note and sticking it to the piano right in front of me.

I love you. x

+++

“You nervous?” “More nervous than I’ve been in years,” I hurried back without looking at who was speaking, I recognised the voice of Harry’s manager.

It was halfway through Harry’s set on the second night in Los Angeles. We were getting a charter flight from LAX straight after the show to Jamaica for four days. But before that, I needed to get through what was about to happen next.

There was a grand piano on stage that wasn’t usually there, and Harry’s band were going to clear off for the song, leaving just Harry and me on stage. He was confident that our relationship would stay under wraps. It was easy enough to let the thousands of fans in the audience believe that I was merely the girl who helped Harry write the song.

Harry’s band members came off, offering me wishes of luck as they all scrambled in different directions; some needing the bathroom and others on the hunt for a snack. I could hear Harry talking to the crowd, and I tried to tune into what he was saying.

“I have a treat coming up for you now,” He said slowly into his microphone, looking over his shoulder at where I was standing, probably checking I was there. The crowd roared.

“I’ll kill him for this,” I said to nobody in particular.

“You were magic at soundcheck,” Harry’s drummer told me, “Have fun out there.”

“The story of the next song is probably my favourite of any of my songs,” Harry’s voice drew me back, I ran my hands down my skirt and ruffled my hair nervously, “It was a sad little broken song until this person came along and saved it … I’m so excited to have her here tonight to play it with me … Now, you all need to give her a very warm welcome because I am absolutely sure she will never agree to this again. For one night only, this is Nina Lawrence joining me to play my favourite song from the EP, Life Is Grey.”

I stumbled up the stairs and into the stage lights, crossing quickly to the middle where Harry was standing at his microphone. His face was cracked open in a huge smile that made me laugh at him as he opened his arms for a greeting hug. It felt oddly platonic, but he whispered he loved me right into my ear, turning back to his audience with one arm over my shoulder and the other held out wide, encouraging the applause being sent out way.

He took both his hands back to his microphone after a moment, and I shuffled behind him to find my place at the piano. It had been a long time since I was last on stage playing an instrument other than my trumpet. The sticky notes from soundcheck were still stuck to the piano and I smiled at them both.

I adjusted the microphone at my mouth and held my fingers over the keys, strumming out a few chords as Harry told the story of the song and thanked the crowd for the umpteenth time. Then, he turned to me and smiled, “Let’s go,” he mouthed.

I nodded once and started playing without breaking eye contact.

+++

Whitehouse, Jamaica

“Chin up!”

Harry’s neck snapped back, his eyes hitting the ceiling, “It was! I swear, I looked down for a second.”

“You can’t look at your fingers,” I lowered myself onto the piano stool next to him, “It’s bad technique.”

“I was just checking,” He mumbled pathetically, ducking his cheek down to his bare shoulder to scratch at an itch.

“Your fingers are still there,” I told him gently, resting my hand on his thigh, his small yellow swimmer shorts showing more of his legs than I was used to, “It sounds lovely.”

“It sounds nothing like when you play it.”

“You’re grouchy, did you have a nap at all?” “No,” Harry frowned, when his fingers missed three notes in quick succession, “Shit.” “Don’t stop,” I encouraged, giving his leg a squeeze, “Keep going. A few missed notes are no reason to stop.”

I could feel droplets from my wet hair drip down my back, and one must have hit Harry because he turned to look at me with a smirk on his face as he inspected what I was wearing, “I like holiday Nina. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”

“Shut up! I’m wearing the same thing as you!”

Harry’s eyes dropped to my chest, biting his lip as his eyes hovered over my floral bikini top, “Trust me, it’s not even close to the same thing.”

“We’re fifteen metres from the beach!” I exclaimed, jumping up from my spot and stomping toward the kitchen, “Swimmers are perfectly acceptable attire.”

“I’m going to miss seeing your arse like this,” Harry had followed me in, he went over to the bar cart and got out two clean glasses, “Margarita?”

“Please,” I responded petulantly, my gaze going out over the small pool to the beach beyond our private condo.

Harry stayed here years before when he was writing songs for his first solo album, and I loved that he brought me here too. It was private and secluded and beautiful … And came with a baby grand piano where I was continuing to teach Harry to play.

We took our drinks out to the ocean, dipping down in the warm water when it was a comfortable depth to sit and sip at the cocktails. This was our evening routine before cooking a meal together—a sunset swim, a few cocktails and usually, sex in the shower before dinner. Harry was very good at the holiday thing.

“I’m going to write the album in London,” He said after a long silence between us. “Well, as much as possible anyway.”

I waited a moment before responding, “Are you sure?” “I am,” Harry replied quickly.

It was a decision he was taking his time on making, all his previous albums had been written in Los Angeles but for his next Harry was tossing up the idea of staying in the UK. I didn’t want to influence his decision at all, but in truth, the thought of him working overseas filled me with dread. I had grown so used to having him around, and the last four weeks, while he was on his micro tour, was insight enough into what it would be like if he wrote the album abroad.

Even worse was the thought of him writing the album in Los Angeles and then going straight into touring it worldwide.

“What are you thinking?” He asked finally, “You’ve gone quiet on me.”

“I don’t want to jinx it,” I swam a little closer to him, accepting the seat when he hitched his leg up in front of him.

Harry kissed my shoulder, his free arm snaking around my waist in the water, “Jinx it?”

“Well, obviously I’m extremely biased to the writing in London plan …”

“You are?” Harry grinned up at me, freshly freckled from the sun and his nose a little pink.

“Yeah,” I moved my arm around his shoulder and took the final mouthful of my margarita.

“I love you,” He told me, “You’re a lot of the reason to stay in London. I don’t want to write overseas and then disappear on tour. We’ll never see each other.”

I frowned, “You shouldn’t stay just for me.”

“I also think it’s time to try something new with my music,” He continued, “I’ve always run away to write … Usually, with a broken heart or a deep sense of dissatisfaction in my life. This time will be different in so many ways. I don’t have a reason to run away.”

“You know if you stay in London, you’ll end up coming to a hundred symphonies?”

“Sounds great,” Harry replied without blinking. “And my nosy girlfriends will be crashing in your living room after we day drink all summer in your backyard?”

He nodded, “I volunteer as Designated Driver.”

I screwed up my face, “You’ll probably end up with my hair ties all through your car, and I’ll take all your warmest socks?”

Harry mocked seriousness, “Right we’re buying you your own pair of those hiking socks, you can’t just rifle through my draws willy nilly.”

“I always eat more than half the ice cream,” I continued.

“You’re not going to convince me otherwise,” Harry kissed the side of my mouth, sweetly, “I love you, Nina.”

“And I love your socks.”

HELLO!

And now we’re really done!! Thank you so much for reading along and an every bigger thank you if you reached out at some point to say you liked this story. Your encouragement is worth more than gold.

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Episode 6: All Souls and Sadists

My thoughts are heading your way.

SPOILERS AHEAD

0:40 - “No as a white man. We’re terrible.” hahaha I hate Martin on principle but that’s hilarious - and somewhat truthful.

1:00 - Notice how Ainsley and Malcolm have similar facial expressions when talking to their father? They both do this thing where they sort of smile and look at the ground in a “Dad’s crazy” kind of way. It’s almost like they think their Dad is endearing in a very frustrating and dysfunctional kind of way? They also both shake their heads and close their eyes a lot when talking to Martin. Even the tones of voice that they use with Martin is similar. They start speaking to him calmly and softly but they end the conversation angry, frustrated and desperate. You can really tell that they’re siblings.

2:32 - “It’s not the right one.” How did the car salesman know Malcolm was looking for a specific car? If I were the salesman I would’ve interpreted that as “It’s not the right car for me. What else can you show me?”...and then show Malcolm a used Honda Civic or something.

3:50 - Malcolm is completely losing it. He’s so desperate. You can see how much pain he’s in during this scene. Look how sad his eyes are. You can tell how close to the edge he is. Also - is this foreshadowing? Is this why Malcolm looks so broken in the 1x19 promo pics? Is he going to revert back to his mute, scared 11 year old self?

6:35 - Despite how broken Malcolm looks in Gabrielle’s office, he looks and acts remarkably put together in this scene. He’s calm, rational, and professional. He’s also subdued.

6:43 - There’s a look that Dani gives Malcolm right here. She’s concerned about him. Rightfully so. His behaviour is wildly out of character. This is maybe the calmest, most serious he’s ever been at a crime scene.

7:30 - Dang. This woman is OCD and very numb to her husband’s murder. Did she even care about her husband? I mean I know they were getting a divorce but I would be more upset than she is if my neighbour died - and I don’t even talk to him.

8:20 - Right here. Malcolm just stopped profiling. He’s trapped inside his head. Overwhelmed with empathy for the little boy who just lost his father. Overwhelmed with the realization that this woman and his own mother feels the same way about their children. He and Ainsley are Jessica’s everything.

8:30 - See this look in Malcolm’s eyes? That sadness and empathy? That’s a good man right there. That’s not a killer.

9:00 - You know, right off the bat, this kid is off. No child who has been through trauma that recently is comfortable talking that openly and calmly about how they feel (or how their rabbits feel) because they haven’t had time to process how they feel yet.

9:15 - You know. I feel like the fact that Martin appeared to be such a good dad to Malcolm during the first 10 years of his life really compounded Malcolm’s trauma. It ruined Malcolm’s ability to trust. It ruined Malcolm’s ability to look fondly at his early childhood memories.

9:46 - Again. This kid is weird. “I think she’s not that sad.” What? What child talks like this less than 24 hours of the death of a parent? He’s calm and articulate in a way children in emotional pain rarely are. It’s strange.

10:35 - I love how Malcolm is interacting with this kid the same way that Gil interacted with him as a kid. Because Gil made Malcolm feel safe when his whole world fell apart and Malcolm wants Isaac to feel safe. It warms my cold, dead heart.

10:55 - Malcolm’s self-deprecating humour is really heartbreaking.

11:28 - Tell me I’m not the only one whose heart breaks when Malcolm asks Ainsley if she’s okay. It’s something about the way his eyes widen. He looks so concerned for his little sister and I love it.

11:45 - I love Ainsley BUT the severity of her ambition is a little concerning. However, I don’t blame her. Chances are the only time Jessica ever showed Ainsley any attention (between her alcoholism and worrying about Malcolm) was when Ainsley achieved something extraordinary. Makes me wonder what kind of a student Ainsley was like in school. What kind of extracurriculars did she do as a child?

12:00 - Jessica’s behaviour in this scene is wildly inappropriate but also completely understandable. She’s so concerned with her children’s well-being. She always is. It’s why she meddles in their lives and tries to order around her adult children as if they’re 10 years old. Her personality in general is a little extreme, cold, and controlling. I’ll say it again - Jessica lost everything except her children when Martin was arrested. If Jess had some true friends who stuck by her then (or now) I bet she would’ve been less of a controlling force in her children’s lives.

12:46 - Holy crap. Is Malcolm sleeping with that photo? He’s pulling it out everywhere. The car dealership. His psychologist’s office. His Mom’s house. I know he’s in a fragile mental state right now but that level of obsession with a photograph is not healthy.

13:09 - Has anyone else been trying to figure out what time of year the Surgeon was arrested? So far the flashbacks look too warm to be between November - February (when there’s usually snow) but we’ve also had confirmation that Malcolm was in school. Therefore, it was during the school year. So it was either in September, October, or sometime between late March - early June? I’m thinking it’s probably closer to June because that’s when camping season generally starts? Anyone else have ideas?

14:20 - I’m genuinely surprised Jessica didn’t make Malcolm stay the night after that little outburst. He looks positively terrified. He’s clearly looking off into the distance because he’s hallucinating. You’d think she’d jump on that and keep him at her place for the night.

15:08 - Martin might be the most dangerous criminal in Claremont because he’s so manipulative. Watch him try to manipulate Stanley. Martin is clearly doing it deliberately. Martin is so desperate for attention that he’ll do and say anything to be the center of attention. He always has an ulterior plan. Ugh....actually it kind of reminds me of a much more extreme version of Ainsley....which is slightly concerning.

17:00 - UGH. Gil why did you have to walk in now? Dani was just about to get Malcolm to talk about what’s bothering him. She was so concerned about Malcolm you could see it on her face. It was beautiful.

17:21 - I love that JT says what we’re all thinking. Where do you get a stat like that?

18:25 - I wish we could’ve seen the scene where Malcolm has to convince Gil to let him get beat up for a potential sadist. That would’ve fuelled my heart for days....also Tom Payne looks super attractive in this gym outfit.

20:15 - You know, I don’t think Malcolm is a masochist. I think he’s so depressed and in so much constant emotional pain that sometimes he forgets that his life is important. He forgets that he matters to people. He subjects himself to physical pain because it numbs out the emotional pain. He’s not a masochist - he just needs an escape.

20:49 - There’s Papa Gil. Look how annoyed he is. He totally wants to give Jake a piece of his mind for trying to hurt Malcolm. You can see it. Too bad he won’t because it was technically consensual.

21:56 - Seriously? How fast is this woman and how quiet is she? Dani looked away for maybe 5 seconds and didn’t hear the woman book it toward her? Nah. I don’t buy it.

23:00 - Dani is a badass. JT is a total big brother look at how concerned he was for Dani. I love it all.

23:15 - Proud Gil is everything. <3

23:45 - This little pep talk that Gil gives Malcolm is precious. Gil is Malcolm’s Dad in all the ways that matter. Look at how concerned Gil is about Malcolm. Gil knows. He knows that Malcolm is spiralling. *sigh* My heart is breaking.

24:10 - Again. Where did JT go? Sometimes JT just disappears in the middle of an episode with no explanation.

25:15 - “It’s what you say to a kid.” Is it Gil? Because you’ve spent the past twenty years of your life trying to ensure that Malcolm is okay. Why do you think Malcolm is so cut up about Isaac’s current predicament? It’s because Malcolm is trying to be as good a man as you are and he thinks that he’s failing.

26:04 - Why is this dude always half-naked? Seriously. This whole episode he’s shirtless.

26:21 - Do you think Ainsley dated much in high school? Given the way Jessica is currently treating her boyfriends I can’t imagine that it would’ve been easy for Ainsley to date.

27:10 - THIS. I feel this. “Everything I know has been coloured by your resentment”. This is real. My Dad was abusive. He left (court-ordered, long story) when I was ten. Everything my brother and I know about our Dad and his past is coloured by our Mom’s resentment. Even though we know he was a bad guy, we still wish we could’ve met the guy that Mom fell in love with. We wish we could have happy stories about his past that aren’t coloured by his mistakes. Ainsley’s reaction here is totally justified. Sometimes you’ll do anything to find the one story that reassures you that your Dad wasn’t a total loser.

27:36 - “Did you love us?” That one hurt. The real answer is no. He didn’t. He’s a psychopath. He’s incapable. And deep down Ainsley knows that but look at her eyes. You can see how desperately she wants to believe her that her Dad loves her. Ugh. Martin is scum. He’s such a good manipulator. I hate it so much.

32:50 - This whole scene with Malcolm barging into the interrogation room is amazing. I mean I have nothing to point out that isn’t blatantly obvious but holy moly this is a good scene. Makes you wonder if Gil was ever worried about Malcolm becoming like Martin.

37:00 - A wild JT has reappeared.

38:00 - This scene is perfect. The juxtaposition between Bright and Isaac is beautiful. The insight to Malcolm’s childhood is heartbreaking. The empathy on Malcolm’s face is heartwarming. The concern on Gil’s face. You can really see who Malcolm might have become without Gil.

40:30 - This Gil and Malcolm conversation is perfect. “Not on my watch.” My heart is full.

42:00 - Does Malcolm have any sense of self-preservation? I know he’s desperate but hanging out at a junkyard in the middle of the night is a bad idea.

Thanks for hanging out. Catch you again soon.

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Sorry for taking a while to request, I've been busy- Gil introduces another cop to the team, and shes a BADASS. Like leather jackets, boots and short spiky hair. I feel that despite his better judgement, Malcolm would subconsciously feel intimidated. Do with that what you will! 💞💞

This follows a different story line after the FBI took over the case of the Junkyard Killer, so it would either take the place of s01xep10, or would happen before the case they work on in that episode. I hope you like it!

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1,249

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Gil watched as Dani followed the FBI agents away from where the rest of the team was standing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw (Y/N). He met her and asked how she was doing as he led her over to Malcolm and JT. They stood before them, Gil’s hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, and he said, “I want you to meet a new member of our team. This is (Y/N).”

Malcolm looked over her. She wore a leather jacket, a graphic t-shirt, skinny jeans, and combat boots. Her hair was cut short and styled to form spikes. There was a look of seriousness in her eyes that could pierce through any soul. (Y/N) gave them all a small and smile and a nod. “It’s nice to meet you.”

After they exchanged pleasantries, they followed Gil to a corner of the precinct cordoned off for them to use while the FBI was in their room. Because Malcolm, Gil, and JT had already been to the crime scene, Gil caught (Y/N) up on the information they already knew about the victim. Edrisa’s report was left on the table, so Malcolm opened and read it while Gil was talking. When Gil finished talking to (Y/N), Malcolm spoke.

“Edrisa says she found octopus in the victim’s stomach. How…?”

(Y/N) spoke with confidence. “Could she tell how it was cooked? Was it fried? Was it completely cooked through?”

“It says here that the octopus didn’t appear to be fried. Why?”

“There’s a specific restaurant I know about that serves octopus.” (Y/N) crossed her arms. “It’s a delicacy of sorts. They leave the octopus partially uncooked to preserve some of the taste, and consequently some of the experience is trying to eat the octopus while its tentacles are trying to adhere to your throat. You have to chew it for a long time.”

Malcolm listened to her talk, but he started to have a strange feeling about her. He knew she was just a normal person, and she must be good if Gil trusted her to join the team. But something about her appearance and the way she could speak with such authority made him feel… intimidated.

Gil spoke. “We should go there, and see if we can find any more information. If the octopus was still in her stomach, she must have eaten there right before she was murdered. Why don’t you two go together?” He motioned towards Malcolm and (Y/N). She immediately agreed while Malcolm hesitated for the slightest of seconds. He didn’t know how he felt about spending time alone with someone he just met, but he pushed those feelings aside because he knew they were unfounded.

When Malcolm and (Y/N) got to the restaurant, they spoke to the host first. (Y/N) showed him a picture of the victim. “Do you know this woman?”

The host nodded. “She works in the kitchen as one of our chefs, and she hasn’t come in for work yet today. Do you want to leave a message for her? Or…?”

Malcolm spoke first. “This woman was found dead this morning. So if she works in the kitchen, does she mostly deal with the other chefs back there? Do you think we could talk to them for a minute?”

“Oh my God, she’s dead?” He didn’t answer Malcolm’s questions, so he had to prompt him again. “Yes, of course. Except we are about to open, so your conversation will need to be quick.”

(Y/N) thanked him before she and Malcolm walked past the dining rooms to enter the kitchen. There they found many chefs and sous chefs hard at work, preparing for dinner service. There was one chef in particular who appeared to be in charge because he was directing other chefs and speaking loudly enough for everyone in the kitchen to hear him. (Y/N) walked up to him with her picture of the victim. “Excuse me, are you the head chef?”

“Yes. What are you doing in my kitchen? We haven’t opened yet and guests aren’t allowed in here.”

She flashed her badge at him. “We’re with the police, and we would like to ask you some questions. Do you know this woman?”

“Yeah, that’s Angela. She hasn’t come in to work today. Have you seen her? Is she in trouble?” He stood with his hands on his hips, like a man that was already tired before his day had even started.

Malcolm had to raise his voice to be heard over the clanging of some pots behind him. “She was found dead this morning. Do you know of anyone that would want to hurt her?”

“Actually…” The chef turned around and looked at one of the sous chefs chopping celery. “Dennis? Can you come here for a minute? I need to talk to you.”

The man named Dennis had overheard their conversation because of Malcolm’s need to speak louder. He didn’t look back as he began to run through the kitchen, and (Y/N) was quick to follow after him. She knew that kitchens usually only had one back entrance, so there would only be one place to which he would be running. She followed after him all the way through the kitchen, not bothering to diverge from his path. Just as he started to reach the door, she caught up to him and leapt into the air to give herself some momentum as she landed on top of him. After she pinned him down to the ground, she handcuffed him to keep him from escaping. Malcolm watched all of this unfold and was extremely impressed with her ability to apprehend a suspect with such force. It just further solidified his intimidation.

Gil wanted JT and Dani to interrogate the sous chef, so that someone new could confront him. So, Malcolm and (Y/N) stood behind the one-way mirror and watched. (Y/N) was starting to feel a little uneasy because Malcolm hadn’t really spoken to her since she arrived, and she hoped that she hadn’t done anything to offend him. But then it hit her. Ainsley Whitly’s interview with her father aired last night. Maybe he had watched it and was still upset? Maybe his silence wasn’t about her? She felt compelled to check on him, to see if he was trying to hide his feelings of embarrassment and sadness.

She spoke quietly. “Are you ok?”

Malcolm was surprised. What did she mean? Was he acting strangely? “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“I just know that your sister’s interview aired last night, and I was wondering if you were ok. You seem a little out of sorts, even though I just met you.”

He was severely taken aback? “You know who I am?”

“Yes. I overheard one of the FBI agents talking about you. He was being pretty mean, and I watched you. You didn’t react at all, but I know his words must have hurt. And if he’s speaking that way around you, I’m sure a lot of other people are, too. That must be very upsetting for you.”

Malcolm was stunned. This person that he found so intimidating was actually kind and caring. She was very emotionally aware of others, and she wasn’t afraid to let that show. He was touched by her concern. “Oh, people talk that way about me all the time. The interview has done nothing to change that.” Malcolm smiled at her and finally relaxed. “Thank you though, for caring.”

(Y/N) smiled back at him. “Of course.”

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