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Blue Bell as Betty in Will Trent Episode 1: Pilot (air date Jan 3rd 2023)

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Here’s everything you need to know about Will Trent, ABC's upcoming crime drama starring Ramón Rodríguez which is based on bestselling novels by Karin Slaughter.

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We’re getting a second season!!!! 🎉

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So, I made a community.

Detectives of Georgia

Not sure what to do there, other than maybe repost some posts for now? Anyway, y'all may feel invited! :)

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+ Capt. Duke Wagner's Daughter

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Lou in Resisting Roots as Trent (2022)

more to come...

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Birthday Bingo Celebration: Troublemaker - Will Trent x Reader

Tagging: @words-and-seeds @trublu2u @littleesilvia @oscarisaacispunk @elizabeththebat

Companion piece to Letting Go - Will finally decides to let go of Angie.

It isn’t until a month later that Will realises he’s forgotten Angie’s birthday. It’s the first time in his entire life that he hasn’t given that woman a second thought. He’s too busy chasing after his daughter Libby, because she’s seven months old and just learned how to crawl. The mischief that child can get into if left unattended for under ten seconds astounds him but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“She’s a trouble maker just like her momma.” He tells you as he scoops her up into his arms on his way into the kitchen. She'd been making a beeline straight for Betty’s dog basket before he’d thwarted her progress.

“Nice try sugar.” He mumbles against her temple as she starts to grumble. He begins to rock slowly, bouncing his hips a little as he clasps her to his chest and his baby girl, she starts to settle almost immediately.

“You’re a natural.” You say as you continue to cut veggies on the chopping board and he smiles as his palm comes to rest on the back of Libby’s head, his thumb smoothing over her feather light hair.

“It’s all in the hips.” He tells you and you can’t help but laugh.

Will has taken to fatherhood better than either of you had imagined. He’d been attentive throughout your pregnancy, barely able to take his hands off you inside the bedroom or out of it.

He’d listened to as many baby books as humanly on Audible whilst he was decorating the nursey, landscaping the garden and baby proofing the entire house. He’d spent evenings singing Nina Simone songs to your baby bump just so she would learn the sound of his voice. He’d laughed when she kicked, following the motions with his palm. You couldn’t ask for a better husband.

Libby raises a tiny hand, pressing it to his mouth and he kisses her tiny delicate fingertips.

“It was Angie’s birthday last month.” He tells you, his attention focused entirely on daughter. “It’s the first year I’ve forgotten it.”

“We can go this weekend if you like.” You say softly, inclining your head towards him. “Pick up some yellow roses on the way.”

“No.” He says quietly as he lifts Libby high in the air and she laughs out loud at the sensation, her tiny features lighting up with joy as she looks into her father’s eyes. “I meant what I said about leaving the past behind. I just want to focus on our future.”

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pls Will Trent writers make one of ur mcs bi or sth so that Tumblr will pay attention to this show. please.

[niennaofnumenor]

obsessed with the entire cast of will trent. everybody is babygirl. also. getting to see everyone in one episode all together. that's my family :'))

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Image ID: Screenshots from Will Trent episode 1x02, with dialogue:

Faith: The DNA from the shirt won’t be back for another 48 hours. 

Will: We have three hours until Abigail pays the ransom. I need it now. Call the lab. 

Faith: Okay, Ill gust go... yell at science. 

end ID

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The wedding looks stole the show 😍😍

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Bad Bitch Betty cruising with her man

Season 1

Season 2

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Knowing You're Close

Pairing: Michael Ormewood x fem!detective!reader

Summary: You work best when you know Ormewood is close, and when he realizes how much his presence affects you, he wants to learn more.

Warnings: fluff, case involves child abduction, Ormewood may be OOC (it's a custom blend of his s1+2 character + how I picture him in the books)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: I love him so much but when I write him I get so scared that he's wildly OOC. Plus, all of the gifs of him are from the scene where he (spoiler free, promise) does not look his best, so that's disappointing.

Since you arrived at the station this morning, Ormewood has been tapping his pencil against his desk. You haven’t said anything about it because it’s a reminder to focus on your case. You’re not sure why it’s encouraging you to focus other than the subtle reminder that people have weird little quirks that are only annoying until they’re gone. There may be several families in Atlanta that would give anything to hear their loved ones click a pen or complain about how the dishes were dried one more time if you don't make a break in this case soon.

“Hey, how far is the Coke Museum from the aquarium?” he asks without stopping the rhythmic tap, tap, tap-tap against his desk.

“A mile,” you answer. “About a twenty-minute walk or twelve minutes on Line 26 bus.”

“Thanks.”

You hum and flip the page in your case file. You’re missing something.

“Corruption,” you murmur.

“I told you, the vending machine was broken and taking one protein bar doesn’t make me corrupt,” Ormewood answers.

“What? No, this case, there’s something… I don’t know.”

“I can find it.”

You and Ormewood sigh together before you see GBI Special Agent Will Trent standing before you. Ormewood mouths good luck and then returns to his own work. And the pencil tapping.

“Let me read the files,” Will says.

“Will,” you begin, closing the folder, “you only want to help because you’re bored. Which means you’re going to ask to go out in the field and drag me all over Fulton County, which I am not in the mood for today. So, thanks, but no thanks.”

“Just Fulton County?” Will clarifies, attempting to see the crime scene photos on your desk.

“None of your concern, Agent Trent,” you reply with a smile. “We’ve got it.”

“There’s nothing to do around here!” he complains as he tosses his arms up. “Just pencil tapping!”

Ormewood winks at you as he switches up the rhythm of his tapping. “I didn’t know it was that easy to get out of working with Trent. I’ll have to try that next time.”

“Yeah, you can’t just say no, you have to make it about him,” you explain, closing your eyes as you sit back in your seat.

Ormewood laughs, then rephrases to say, “You tell him it’s not me, it’s you.”

You hum, but then your eyes snap open. “Say that again.”

“It’s not me, it’s you?”

“What am I interrupting?” Faith asks, stopping behind you.

“Didn’t somebody just get cut from the Braves?”

“Uh, excuse me?” Faith tries again.

“In a minute!” Ormewood snaps, leaning toward you. “Yeah. He was training to be a pitcher. Had the potential to be a star pitcher, take us to the world championship.”

“What happened?”

“They had evidence he bought drugs. Swore he wasn’t using, and all of his drug tests came back clean.”

“It’s not me… it's you,” you say under your breath.

“Where’s Will?” Faith inquires.

“Faith,” Ormewood answers, shaking his head as he answers, “no one here cares. We’re not keeping up with your partner.”

“I got it!” you cheer, knocking your chair back as you stand.

“Will. Trent. So-tall, rambles, anybody seen him?” Faith says. “It’s like talking to children.”

“I’ll go with you,” Ormewood offers, trailing behind you as you rush toward the elevators.

Faith watches, tipping her head as she wonders, “Or is it more like puppy dogs?”

“Okay, so Truist Park is at the 75/285 interchange,” you explain. “You can get on either interstate and get anywhere in Atlanta without being noticed. But Dobbins Air Reserve Base is just a few miles up 41 from the stadium.”

“Right,” Ormewood agrees. “But what’s the connection of those locations to the missing girls?”

“These girls were from Atlanta’s nicest neighborhoods. Areas where our city officials sit on the HOA board, or whatever rich people do in fancy neighborhoods. Take a few residents, get the attention of all of the powerful people in the city…”

You trail off, and Ormewood connects, “You get leverage to get what you want.”

“Right, at least in criminal logic. So, this pitcher gets cut on a technicality and decides to show Atlanta what they’re losing, maybe try to blackmail his way back onto the team.”

“Or?”

“Or someone else is trying to get him back on the team. He’s got a cousin, according to his Braves profile, that works at Robbins. The proximity makes me think he’s holding these girls on the base. Granted, I could be way off, and it has nothing to do with a baseball team.”

“Worth a shot. I’ll find your guy, and you look for a hiding place fit for teenage girls?”

“Sounds good.” You look over the top of the car as you climb out and say, “Be careful.”

“You too.”

You answer your phone as you follow a uniformed MP officer through the base to check the lowest security areas of the base.

“I found someone who wants to talk to you,” Ormewood says.

“No, I don’t!” a man argues.

“I don’t believe anyone, ever, on principle. But this is your case, so I’ll hold him here until you’re ready.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right over.”

After the MP officer agrees to finish the search and call your watch commander if he finds anything, you walk across the base and find Ormewood with one arm stretched out and his hand pressed lazily against your suspect.

“Trevor?” you ask the man. “I’m a detective with the APD. I have a few questions for you.”

“I want a lawyer,” he answers.

Ormewood scoffs, and you shake your head at him.

“Are you sure you can’t just answer a couple quick questions?” you ask. “It’ll only take a minute.”

“There are five missing girls out there,” Ormewood seethes, wrapping Trevor’s shirt around his hand. “Think very carefully about how you answer.”

“Lawyer!”

Ormewood steps closer to the man, but you wrap your hand around his wrist and shake your head.

“Alright. Trevor, I’m placing you under arrest for reasonable suspicion of abduction,” you begin, placing handcuffs on him. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, which you’ve already exercised, so we can’t ask you any more questions.”

“We just think about how guilty that makes you look,” Ormewood adds as he pushes your suspect into the backseat of the car.

“Officers!” the MP officer yells behind you. “I found something!”

“No, he didn’t!” Trevor yells against the window. “You didn’t find anything, man! Say psych!”

“Psych is not admissible in court,” you point out. “Lead the way, officer.”

“Why are you in my chair?” you ask as you return to your desk after receiving a full confession and recovering all of the abducted girls.

“I decided to offer my services anyway,” Will explains. “You seemed busy. The missing girls are-“

“Home,” Ormewood finishes. “We found them two-and-a-half hours ago.”

“How?” Will questions, clearly surprised by the outcome.

“Not all cases are solved on pure luck or weirdly timed flashbacks, Trent.”

“The whole thing screamed leverage,” you explain with a shrug. “I just had to find someone who needed the rich and powerful on his side. Someone desperate enough to stage numerous abductions to do it.”

“Well, now there really is nothing to do here. Have either of you seen Faith?”

Will stands from your seat as Ormewood suggests, “Maybe try calling each other.”

“Thanks for all of your help today,” you tell Ormewood once you’re alone again. He nods, and you ask, “Why’d you get rough with Trevor?”

“If it was my daughter, I’d want to know exactly where she was as soon as possible. He was going to keep stalling, and a public defender would have loved using his situation to delay until it was too late to save them.”

“Can you tap your pencil again?”

“What?” Ormewood asks, shock and confusion evident in the single syllable.

“It… I like knowing that you’re here, close, okay.”

Ormewood nods slowly, then begins tapping his eraser against his desk. You shift your focus to the paperwork for the case, but Ormewood watches you. Something about his presence seems to help you, provide a comfort that he hadn’t even noticed. More surprising, he thinks, is that he likes knowing how his presence makes you feel.

“Is it just my tapping?” he asks. He seems as surprised to hear the question as you.

“If it is?” you counter. “Will you move to a different desk?”

“I was thinking we find out if sharing a table only works at the station.”

“Are you asking me out?” you clarify.

“I didn’t anticipate the interrogation it would take to get an answer, but yes.”

You smile and tap your pen against your hand with Ormewood’s beat as you answer, “I’d love to.”

“I have got to stop coming down here with questions,” Faith announces as she abandons her goal and returns the way she came.