#malcom whitley

[mrs-malcolm-bright]

I’m heading out on vacation and I need some recs for long/multi chapter fan fics. Currently into Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) or any character played by Joe and Malcolm Bright (The Prodigal Son). Please leave your recs below!

[coldwater-pictures]

Ended up using some of y'all's text posts (: @smoshcraft @headcanonthings

[eddieheart]

NOT YET FORGOTTEN

(Part 2)

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Pairings: NONE

Words: 1047

Description: Gwen joins her new family for dinner.

PART 1: forgotten

It had been a week since Gwen had been to visit her birth family. It felt so foreign to her, having a family that actually wanted her.

Jessica still called her every day, texted her even more. They talked about nothing, anything really. Gwen hadn't been to see her father since that first day but she was practically itching to go back.

She had already set an appointment with Martin, but is was for next month. Right now she was just sitting in her apartment. Well not just sitting per say, she was sitting in front of a computer.

Gwen was a writer, not a great one, but she was a writer none the less. She wrote novels mostly, some children's books, the occasional article, whatever she needed to do to make rent. Right now she was facing a bout of severe writer's block.

She heard a noise beside her, her phone rattled loudly on the wooden table. She picked it up and flipped it over. It was a text from Jessica’s number.

'Family dinner tonight, you're invited.' She smiled to herself and glanced at the time. Gwen still had a few hours before she had to get ready.

——

She was wearing a tight ankle length dress, it was forest green. She fluffed her hair a bit and put on a bit of lipgloss.

Gwen stood in front of the door, she took one last deep breath before knocking softly and pushing the door open. She wandered over to the the dinning room, the table was already set with silverware and condiments.

Soft talking could be heard as she walked farther in. Jessica was there with Malcolm and Ainsley.

She raised a hand in a greeting as they turned towards her. Jessica's eyes lit up and she walked over to give the younger girl a tight hug.

"Gwen, it so good to see you baby. Dinner’s ready go ahead and sit." Jessica said smiling.

Ainsley's head shot in and she rounded the corner, rushing over to Gwen. She squealed softly and wrapped her in a tight hug.

"I'm so glad you're here. Come sit with me." The older girl grabbed Gwen's wrist and tugged her over to the table.

She sat with a thump and Malcolm soon followed. Jessica smiled brightly and sat at the head of the table.

“It’s nice to see you Gwen.” Malcolm said, smiling.

“You too.” She glanced in between him and her plate. Jessica smiled and brought a tray of food over, she placed it in the center of the three and walked back to get more.

Her siblings each took a helping then passed the tray to her. She smiled and scooped out a portion. Everything was fine, Malcom and Ainsley talked while Gwen tried the food, all was calm.

That was until Jessica dropped a tray, breaking a stack of plates. The loud crash made Gwen’s body still, her eyes widened and her smile dropped.

Her gaze fell on the small glass shards strewn around the wooden floor. Gwen’s eyes glazed over and her breathing slowed so much it seemed as if she didn’t need oxygen.

—-

Her foster father was yelling, it wasn’t unusual for this family. Her foster mom had pushed her into the closet as soon as ‘the man’ had shown up.

She leaned closer and peered through the shudders. Her mother was screaming and yelling. She looked threw the the wooden bars and saw her foster mother grabbed the kitchen plates. Her knuckles turned white and she swung her arms to the wall, letting them go.

Her foster father was screaming even louder so Gwen put a hand to her mouth to keep quiet. The dish ware broke with a loud crash, fear ran threw her small body as it shook.

She could see some small pieces fling off the wall into her foster father and ‘the man’. Blood dripped from their arms as she choked down sobs.

Her eyes watered and tears fell from her eyes ‘the man’ was chased into the room. Her foster father punched him in the face and blood leaked from his broken nose.

The disgusting crunch nearly made her scream but she held it back. Blood seeped from his face and onto the plush white carpet. Her foster mother ran back into the room, this time with a baseball bat. She brought it down viciously onto his head.

She felt so small, she couldn’t do anything to help. She just had to sit and watch as he bled out painfully on the floor.

Crushing his skull onto the floor, he screamed at first, but it stopped. Gwen bit down on her hand and cried. It wasn’t long after the pounding sound stopped that a new sound filled the room.

She willed her eyes to close and held her breath, she imagined she was back with her family. Soft spoken and gentle, lilac nights and honeysuckle day dreams.

She later on her side in the fetal position and she opened her eyes one last time. Shards of glass were scattered all over the floor like a horrifying mosaic.

The sharp cry of a buzz saw cut through any last semblance of peace in the room, sealing her destiny.

——

Jessica chuckled to herself and glanced up. Malcom and Ainsley were looking at her both sighing and laughing to themselves.

“Sorry about that the darn thing slipped.” Jessica looked up, her smile fell as she saw her youngest daughter.

“Gwen, sweetie what’s wrong?” Jessica said. Malcolm looked over to his youngest sister.

“I think it’s a panic attack.” He rounded the table and kneeled down beside her.

“Hey Gwen, can you hear me? It’s alright, you’re here with your family alright. Try to copy by breathing okay? In and out in and out.” He kept his distance not touching her. He spoke calmly and firmly.

It took a while but eventually she blinked and her head turned around, glancing at the others. She sniffled slightly and went back to her meal as though nothing happened.

Jessica crossed her arms and looked at her daughter in concern. Ainsley put a hand on her shoulder and she flinched back before looking up.

“Mm... sorry. I’m fine, don’t worry.” She smiled at them and took another bite.

PART 3

afterparty

Thank you @buggylad

[hunkydorybaby]

hiding in the tags waiting for the prodigal son fandom to begin & take over tumblr

[axiserxi]

Martin to Malcom: I would never hurt you

Martin literally an episode later:

[crazyaboutlefandoms]

I know it's a really weird thing to focus on, considering everything else, but I think Malcom Bright from Prodigal son, and really everyone else in the cast, has *extremely* good diction, like I just really like the way they talk. At least during the first few episodes.

[poorlydrawnprodigalson]

[voidsdivine]

I put so many stickers on his picture for my ao3 profile please do not judge me