Malcolm And Jamie Are Soft As Hell Off Duty And You Will Not Convince Me Otherwise.

Malcolm and Jamie are soft as hell off duty and you will not convince me otherwise.

Like, you ever see a kid in a toy shop after their parents took them to McDonalds, and they're all hyped up on sugar and excitement? That's Jamie, all the time at home.

He will force Malcolm to watch Dirty Dancing or Roman Holiday just to piss him off, forget and get really into it.

He will try cooking but cause complete chaos in the kitchen in the process, until Malcolm has to literally pick him up and move him out of the way so he can take over.

He will burrow under the duvet and refuse to come out when Malcolm tries to wake him up in the morning.

He will fall asleep halfway through a film he insisted on watching, without exception.

He will attempt to eat his own body weight in chocolate when he's had a bad day, until Malcolm pulls it out of his hands and makes him go to bed.

my brain is like don’t write jamie x malcolm fluff. it would be so out of character. i want to keep them mean and repressed and evil. but my dick says I Have To

Just love them. Want to marry both of them. It would either be the most dysfunctional, toxic mess the holy state of matrimony has ever seen, or the sweetest, most sickeningly romantic thing ever. No in-between.

i am unwell. look at them

Who wants a Holoship chapter and some Rimmer angst this fine Sunday morning?

Just ... I can't anymore guys.

The feels! I'm nowhere near done with Persephone yet, but one day I will be and I want to cry.

writing is hard