#malcom Whitley

[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

[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.

[whydoihurtsomuch]

Okok but when in a story or show or something a character says "what could possibly go wrong?" In a nonsarcastic way the answer is everything. Everything can go wrong you beautiful idiot. Why must you do this to me??

[poorlydrawnprodigalson]

[axiserxi]

"Whatever you do, please don't embarrass me."

"Yes, the entire time! I didn't know he was a serial killer..."

- "I'm Malcom Whitley, Jessica Whitley's son."

DANI TAKING DOWN ISABELLA IN THAT DRESS 😍😍😍❤❤❤😍😍❤

-aww Ainsley getting her mom into the wedding.

+promo bonus +

IF you even dare fuck with my Jessica you WILL RECIEVE THESE HANDS.

[voidsdivine]

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

[swagaliciouspupper]

Apologies to anyone that follows me who hasn't watched Prodigal Son because be ready for one hell of a spam, I love this show with all my heart and honestly Malcom is such a baby I would die for him (slight overreaction but I feel it's warranted). Highly recommend giving it a watch!!!

[spirits-n-giggles]

Raise your hand if you're watching "Prodigal Son" and have daddy issues.

🖐🖐🖐🖐🖐

Now raise your hand if you lost your dad at a young age and resonated with this episode a little too much and you high key bawled your little eyes out when Martin kept talking to Ainsley about how much he wanted to be a dad and was missing out on her shit and how he wished that he was there and then you think that this is all exactly what you imagine your dead dad wants to say to you right now --- and then you realize that Martin is just doing this to gain her trUST and manipuLATING THE SHIT OUT OF HER AND THEN YOU STARTED FUCKING CRYING AND THEN YOU GO ON TOMBLR TO FUCKING RAAAAAAAAGE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS. FUCK YOU MICHAEL SSHEEN. STOP BEING SO FFFFUCKING GOOD AT THIS. FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUU.

[lonellyrivers]

Spoilerssss

So, is malcom gonna have a sort of drug addiction now? I hope he does but also I hope he doesn’t because I want to protect him. Idk what to feel. But also the exchanging of Lollies to the whole team but mainly Edrisa and Gil’s reaction!!! Edrisa because I mean obviously! That was the cutest thing! But Gil’s because we see him right away no questions or weird looks, he just pops it right into his mouth. What a nice episode! Also everything about michael sheen I love.

[demonicmiracleofmyown]

The fun with watching Prodigal Son with my brother is that we are becoming as disfunctional as the Whitly over who's theory is right.

[hunkydorybaby]

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

[axiserxi]

Prodigal Son Liveblog stuffs;

"Under PRESSURE! Pushing down on me!"

- Malcom in a WHITE suit 👁👄👁

- Edrisa making jokes about said suit

- "EDRISA!" Malcom rushing to Edrisa was ❤💯💯💯💯😍

- " I HAVE A PLAN!" "alright what's the plan?"

- "my boy, IM BACK!"

- "oh should I have said, Iove you?" 😬

- Malcom, after flying out of the window and FALLING ONTO A CAR "I think I'm going to miss my flight..."

- "I was in a pretty bad place I thought my boy was DEAD." *cuts to martin in solidarity confinement* "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

- "but dad you killed people, and you're a dick"

- "I don't want to I'm always Malcom."

"Nah nah, not saying it."

- I stan Hector

- Jessica looking like a queen 💅💅💓

[axiserxi]

*Everytime Malcom says he's fine*

Simon:

[axiserxi]

Prodigal Son Highlights

"I slept a full three and a half hours!"

- "Insane, dude lost it."

- "he was thrilled"

Three secs later— "absolutely not."

- scathed—moderately—scathed

- "army of nurturing women."

- "what the hell are you doing here?"

- "I'm always needed, not always wanted."

- "GUCCHI LOAFERS"

- "he has quite, quite a following! :V"

- *cocky smile* "oh I let him shock me."

-

[axiserxi]

Things that shook me during this episode of prodigal son

First of all, don't threaten my Jessie, Colette you Bitc—

"I'm sorry, the Junkyard Killer? yikes."

"Where is my boy."

"My son is gone."

Oh my God Martin...wtf. When he passed out I fucking felt that shit in my soul.

Malcom got fucking stabbed!!!1!1!

"I'm his orgin story."

"Okay he's drugged out of his mind." — my sister commenting on Martin from across the room.

- "Your father was going to kill you."

(^^^^^^What did I fucking expect :V)

"I hear that voice too."

Oh no Malcom hunny.

"The thing is...I like the voice."

"He's gonna kill them all."

Yes Jessie fuck him upppp! That's my girl!

*axe goes through door* My sister: "here's Johnny"

[poorlydrawnprodigalson]