#charlie nelson

[avengersome]

I love how Tom Barnaby’s approach to being the DCI is basically just directing his DS to go into the murder house first to find the dead body and/or murderer while he follows on a safe distance behind.

#midsomer murders #tom barnaby #gavin troy #ben jones #dan scott #charlie nelson #jamie winter #shock news - jo posts about something that isn’t acgas! #seriously though #Barnaby needs to grow a pair

[trumanjo]

I re-watched the Midsomer episode the Flying Club and finally understand why Nelson was always dressed in more casual clothes on the job. No one would believe he was a cop if he wore a suit. He's too good looking!

#that look Barnaby gives Nelson #Barnaby: oh so you do own a suit #Midsomer Murders #John Barnaby #Charlie Nelson #Gwilym Lee #gwilym lee my beloved

[galcake534]

Us British people will wonder why there seems to be a large number of serial killers in the UK while we binge watch Midsomer Murders for the sporadic and quirky murders.

#midsomer murders #barnaby #gavin troy #tom barnaby #daniel casey #uk #classic british television #british #dan scott #ben jones #Charlie Nelson #jamie winter #jason hughes #gwilym lee #nick hendrix #tea

[inbadgersdrift]

#midsomer murders #john barnaby #charlie nelson #the christmas haunting #season 16

[thinkergwil]

hi, remember that gwil loves you ❤️

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #ds charlie nelson #charlie nelson #midsomer murders #bohemian rhapsody movie #borhap cast #rami malek #lucy boynton #ben hardy #joe mazzello #Brian may #roger taylor

[tashanelson]

*Nick and Charlie trying to tell the parents Char has a ED*

Charlie: Mom, Dad i uhm.... i h-have a....

Chars mom: yes hun?

Nick: HE HAS A ED WITH NO SHEERAN, DEEL WITH IT!!!!

Chars dad: wha-

#incorrect heartstopper quotes #heartstopper memes #nick and charlie #nick x charlie #alice oseman #narlie #charlie nelson #charlie spring #nick nelson #heartstopper

[yszarin]

Hi! I just came across one of your fics and really enjoyed it. Saw you prompt list meme, and I hope you don't mind me plopping in a prompt here. Please ignore me if you do. :) I'd love to see nr. 18 (“I don’t like the way they look at you.”) for Jamie Winter (or WinterNelson).

hello! thanks so much, I'm glad you enjoyed the fic! <3 always open for prompts, just also a bit slow - hope this is okay!

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They have every opportunity for regret, and take none. Nelson sees no faces tilted up, trying to pick out the flat’s window from street level. No last glance through a rain-flecked windscreen. No farewell flash of lights. They just drive off into the low cloud of the early evening, gunmetal car gleaming amidst Causton’s muted, drizzle-gentled tones. Might as well have been a pair of high-flyers leaving a moderately successful business meeting.

Nelson hadn’t really expected anything more. He’s not at the window because he’d been waiting to wave back. Watching them go, yes, but in the way a sheepdog waits for a wolf to vanish beyond the treeline; seeing, being sure that they’re out of Winter’s life again.

That done, he glances down into his glass, swirling it so that the last of the wine dances with reflections. A dust mote, caught against the deep ruby of the surface, sits steady as the hand of a spun compass.

“I don’t think they like me very much,” he says.

On the other side of the flat, Winter looks up from the sink, considering Nelson over one shoulder. Still just as quiet, his expression just as empty as it had been all through lunch.

“Parents usually love me,” Nelson adds, straightening, pushing himself away from the window. He paces past the table, setting the glass down with a faint scrape of crystal against hardwood. “I’m told I seem very responsible.”

It takes a moment, as though Winter’s internal systems are lagging so badly that he needs time just to recognise him, but then he smiles, and it’s real. Nothing like the polite, skin-deep efforts that he’d been making all afternoon.

“It’s not personal,” he says, and there’s even a trace of a laugh in it. He turns away from the washing up bowl, flicking excess water from his hands, and reaches for a tea towel. “And you don’t like them much either.”

Nelson stops. He’d meant to make a start on the drying himself, but Winter is already descending on the draining board with a studied intensity that clearly would have been frenzy, if he’d let it.

“I don’t like the way they look at you,” Nelson says, settling against a work surface instead. He hadn’t liked most of it, really – the atmosphere had been so cold, and Winter had carried himself so stiffly, that they might as well have eaten outside, half-frozen in the November wind – but that had been the worst of it. Their polite disinterest. When they’d shaken his hand with all the engagement they might grant a gate across their walking route. A four-hour lunch with only cursory attention paid to their son’s partner, like it didn’t matter to them who he was seeing. They’d looked at Winter, at everything he was and everything he cared for, weighed it and found him wanting. “When they asked about your inspector’s exam–”    

He’d wanted to step in, then. Had let his eyes flick over to Winter, trying to ask, silently, do you want me to defend you? Is that why I’m here? But he’d got nothing back. Winter had just sat there, replied to his parents in a flat, level voice, blank behind it.

Nelson had tried to divert them anyway, throwing out a few questions about their own work, but he’d known by then that he wasn’t saving anything. There had never been any chance at that.

“They’ve always had high expectations,” Winter says, in the same casual tone that he uses to talk about everything that hurts. “I barely saw them growing up. They were always out working. Wanted to send us to the best schools, make sure we had a good start.” He slots a plate back into its place in the cupboard, utterly without force, a stark contrast to the anger that turns in Nelson’s gut like an animal seeking flaws in its cage. “They just wanted more for me than the police, and definitely more than a dead-end job in Midsomer.”

“More than someone like me?” Nelson guesses, but even with all that bitterness in his mouth, none of it’s on his own behalf.

Winter pauses, back at the draining board. His fingers shift away from another plate, reach for a glass instead. He passes Nelson on the way to its cabinet, and lays a brief hand against his arm, the slightest shading of regret across his features.

“I’ve known for a long time that nothing that makes me happy is ever going to be enough for them,” he says, his touch a request that Nelson hears the part he thinks is more important. He does, but the rest of it’s still too sour for him to taste anything else.

“And you’re just all right with that?” Nelson asks. Wasted breath, probably. They wouldn’t be having this conversation if Winter didn’t think he could pretend that everything’s fine.

“I got used to it.” The same sort of thing he’d say about Misomer’s climate. About immutable qualities of the world that cannot be altered, rather than two people who’d apparently never got over the fact that their son didn’t measure success the same way they did, and didn’t bother trying to hide their disappointment. “They do try.”

“Not hard enough.” Nelson curbs a snarl, swallows the urge to snatch the tea towel, take Winter’s hands himself. Whenever this had broken, it had been a long time ago. The bone’s too knitted for sharp edges anymore.

He leaves it.

A few months ago, he remembers, Winter had told the Barnabys about their relationship. They’d talked about it beforehand. Winter had been sure the Barnabys would have no problem with his sexuality. He’d known that they already liked Nelson. And yet, through every conversation they’d had about it, Winter had been tense, nervous despite his efforts to pretend otherwise. Dogged by a fear of something he wouldn’t or couldn’t articulate, right up until he’d finally spoken to them.

Winter had asked him down for this over the phone, voice so level, so resigned, that Nelson had thought there might actually be something wrong with the line, up until he’d heard it the same all through lunch. He’d made no occasion of the introduction.

So, Nelson’s here for him, not them.

He stays where he is, lets himself be the still point, while Winter finishes with the drying up, and then starts to move methodically through the flat, putting everything back the way it had been before his parents had come. Keeps going until it’s all done and the dark’s drawn in around them, and then he just stops. Stands there like a clockwork toy that’s run down.

Nelson steps in before he can feel it.

“Do you want to order in tonight?” he asks, pausing beside him with an off-hand glance at his watch. “There are repeats on until three, and they’re showing the episode where Detective Ostergaard’s trapped in a haunted hotel.”

He’d usually expect a light, good-natured jab about his taste in television, but Winter just nods and smiles, lets Nelson lead him to the sofa and trusts him to order something he’ll like, while he scrolls through the available channels like he doesn’t remember exactly which one he’s looking for.

Winter’s quiet, and he stays that way until so close before the end of the opening credits of their first episode that he might have measured it specifically to stop the conversation from going any further. Or maybe he’d just realised it was his last chance to speak.

“Thanks for coming,” he says, eyes fixed on the screen and flickering with cold reflections.

Nelson exhales, his attention flickering away from Detective Ostergaard’s crime scene, spattered with red that’s slightly the wrong shade. He has nothing he knows how to say, so he just takes Winter’s hand, and raises it to kiss the inside of his wrist, a ghost of lips across his pulse point. Hopes that tells him everything. And then he lets go, brushing his thumb across Winter’s knuckles.

They watch in silence for a moment, Kate’s favourite pathologist spouting nonsense to camera with more conviction than the average person will ever feel, then Winter lets out a dragging breath, like he’s trying to purge every corner of his lungs. He wavers towards Nelson, and Nelson leans in to meet him.  

This is why he’s here, Nelson thinks, as Winter’s head settles onto his shoulder, and he inclines his own so that his cheek rests against Winter’s hair. Crap telly and a takeaway, a weight of warmth, someone who remembers the way back to normal. Just to be there, where he’s needed.

With any luck, it’ll be a long while until Winter’s parents feel obliged to visit again. The food will be here soon, and there’ll be enough spice in it to burn the last of the bitterness off Nelson’s tongue. The wound will scab over again, and Winter’s smiles will look a little less brittle.

For now, this can be good enough.

#midsomer murders #winternelson #jamie winter #charlie nelson #I'm so sorry this took 84 years #I had no ideas and then I had six #narrowed that down to two #thought it would be easier if I just wrote both #and the other one turned into a casefic #and now we're here! #and I suppose that's the Winter's Parents Aren't Great square for the old midsomer fic bingo card

[notfaulkingaround]

I miss Ben Jones. I miss Tom Barnaby. I miss Dan Scott. I miss Gavin Troy (x100), I miss Cully Barnaby. I miss George. I miss Kam. I miss Kate. I miss Sarah Barnaby. I miss John Barnaby. I miss Betty Barnaby. I miss Sykes. I miss Paddy. I miss Jamie Winter. I miss Gail Stephens. I miss Kam. I miss Fleur. I even find myself missing Charlie Nelson. I miss everyone.

I, however, categorically do not miss Joyce Barnaby. Not with anything in my body. Not even my little toe. Upping my status as her biggest hater. I’m here for the downfall of Joyce Barnaby and the uprising of my beloved Sarah <3 Jane Wymark I love you but Joyce Barnaby and I are bitter enemies.

#enemy No. 1 #closely followed by Charlie actually #charlie nelson #tom barnaby #gavin troy #ben jones #jamie winter #dan scott #john barnaby #sarah barnaby

[kissandships]

Rating the Midsomer murders sergeants based on how attractive I find them

Nelson

Gavin

Dan

Ben

Jamie

#tumblrs gonna hate me because they LOVE Jamie #but he’s so ugly to me #midsomer murders #Ben Jones #Gavin Troy #Charlie Nelson #Dan Scott #Jamie winter

[wipbigbang]

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#signal boost #fandom event #midsomer murders #tom barnaby #john barnaby #gavin troy #dan scott #ben jones #charlie nelson #jamie winter #joyce barnaby #george bullard #dan peterson #gail stephens #sarah barnaby #kate wilding #kam karimore #fleur perkins

[hecticwinter]

Random but how would the sergeants deal with breakups or grief of a loved one?

So sorry for answering this month's late!

Bit of a dark ask to get, but I'll give it a go.

Gavin - I feel like he'd confide in someone, but only one person. Not Tom or Joyce, but maybe Cully depending on the circumstances.

Dan - similar to how we saw in the straw woman, he would not be one to talk about it. Like, at all.

Ben - wouldn't even tell anyone at first, but eventually would be prompted to tell the Barnaby's what was wrong. It would take a while but he would open up and very much be healthy about it.

Charlie - I don't think he would go to John or Sarah about it. If this happened when Kate was still around, she'd eventually get it out of him. Kam would know something was wrong, but would help Charlie through it, through making sure he's always laughing, happy and never alone.

Jamie - ummm, this is what I'm most unsure of. I reckon that like Dan, he'd keep it to himself, but Sarah would figure out something was wrong and prompt John to ask him about it. Eventually, Jamie would be okay with opening up... Sort of.

#midsomer murders #gavin troy #dan scott #ben jones #Charlie nelson #jamie winter #midsomer headcanons #thanks for the ask!

[trumanjo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Midsomer Murders - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Charlie Nelson, John Barnaby, Kate Wilding Additional Tags: Drowning, Near Death Experiences, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Original Character(s) Summary:

No one came to the door when Charlie knocked, that mid-morning in late March.

#Midsomer Murders #Charlie Nelson #my writing #this was fun and easy to write #the title is kind of boring but i was going for a literary fiction style title

[tiger-moran]

A Dying Art

part 3

#Midsomer Murders #John Barnaby #Charlie Nelson #Kam Karimore #Sykes #Neil Dudgeon #Gwilym Lee #Manjinder Virk #dogs

[inbadgersdrift]

yes. welcome to midsomer!

#literally why does he go on to lie to poor charlie like no this is super weird! #no it isn't this is like more normal than most of your average days #john barnaby #charlie nelson #the christmas haunting #season 16 #midsomer murders

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Auditing a loan for a CHARLES NELSON 

and now I’m sobbing

#nick nelson #charlie spring #charlie nelson #heartstopper

[bruciemilf]

One of my favourite aspects in the season 2 of Heartstopper is how unapologetically intolerant everyone is towards homophobia. Like.

Harry showing up at Tara's birthday party and Charlie shutting the door in his face despite that apology.

Nick freely calling out his brother's biphobic behavior. Tori literally sinking her nails in David's arm when he was mocking Charlie and Nick and planning to out them.

It's so refreshing. There's no moment where someone asks Charlie or Nick to be the "bigger people" and forgive anyone who undermined, mocked, dismissed, and harassed them for their identity.

Because that shit shouldn't be tolerated ever and it's not acceptable. Queer people aren't here to be your redemption arc.

#heartstopper #heartstopper season 2 #osemanverse #heartstopper spoilers #nick nelson #charlie spring #queer #text post #text #rant