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xoxoavenger · 1 year ago

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I Only Need Ten

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, BestFriend!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: when Eddie decided to go no contact with Y/N after a drunk night, his worst nightmares come to life at a party (based on scene from Daisy Jones and the Six)

word count: 2896

warnings: drug use (cocaine), over dose, terrible boyfriend (the oc not eddie), a small mention of murder and killing (deserved tho), near death experience

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"I think you're delusional." Steve says as him and Y/N walked up to the party, Robin practically running ahead to get there quicker. It was her first time at a party that was barred from high schoolers, meaning it would probably have hard drugs. Parties weren't usually her scene, but she was ready tonight. Y/N had been hyping it up for ages, begging Robin for years to go - since the younger got out of high school.

"Do you ever let anything go?" Y/N asked, already slurring her words. Steve rolled his eyes as he grabbed the bottle from her hands, one of his own wrapping around her arm when she stumbled a bit. "God, I mean, I think if Eddie liked me he would have said something." Of course they were arguing about Y/N's new boyfriend, her rebound from Eddie after they drunkenly made out and passed out with each other's hands halfway down their pants. Eddie made it very clear he wasn't interested after he slipped out before she woke up and avoided her like the plague, not answering any of her calls and leaving her to talk to Wayne awkwardly.

"Maybe he's afraid." Steve said, wincing as he took a long swig of the hard liquor she had procured; he already felt the hangover. Unfortunately the massive amounts of partying he had done in high school did not help as he got older. Just smelling alcohol aged him ten years.

"Please," Y/N snorted, walking through the people that were in the lawn, music blaring even outside. On the patio table someone was cutting cocaine, and before Steve could stop her she was breathing it in and throwing her head back in a laugh.

"Alright," Steve grabbed her and pulled her into the house, hoping she would only do one line. When Y/N was heart broken, she tended to go a little overboard. Her boyfriend wasn't very good at stopping her, and Steve didn't trust him.

"Steve, come on! Don't act like you're such aaaa," She trailed off, not knowing what to say. "I don't have a good comeback." She laughed loudly, and Steve took another swig of the drink. This was gonna be a long night.

"You are such an idiot." Dustin magically appeared at Eddie's side, holding a beer in hand like he did this every night. The two were leaning against a counter in the kitchen, where you could see everyone going in and out.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Eddie yanked the beer away, spilling half of it as Dustin protested, "C'mon, man! I'm seventeen now!"

"And what if Steve sees you?" Eddie knew it was a trump card, since last month Steve had been forced to pick up the kids from a party after it was busted and Will threw up in the roses out front. He hadn't said anything that night, picking them up and taking them to his house, calling Mike's mom to tell her they were all safe and had crashed at his place after meeting up with Eddie. He held El's hair back when she threw up, multiple times, and got them orange juice in the morning while Dustin lived in the bathroom. And then lectured them for an hour and told them that while he would always pick them up when they needed, he was going to tell their parents and let them deal with that next time.

"Steve's gonna be here?" Dustin looked around, but he didn't see Steve. Eddie wasn't even sure how Dustin got into this party; he has seen high schoolers get kicked out at least four times in the last fifteen minutes of him standing in the kitchen and looking for Y/N.

"Yeah, I think he's coming with Robin and Y/N." Eddie tried not to seem weird when he said her name, but Dustin was a perceptive little shit.

"We all know you two have a thing going on." While they all knew that Y/N and Eddie did in fact have some tension, the teenagers were not aware of exactly what had transpired a couple weeks prior.

"You don't know shit." Eddie chugged Dustin's beer, grabbing his arm as he tried to leave before he could go get a new one.

"I know plenty of shit." Dustin rolled his eyes, shrugging Eddie off and walking away, definitely going to grab another beer. Seems Steve's threats didn't work very well.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Eddie shouted, leaning against the counter and drinking out of his own cup filled with something a little bit harder.

He wanted to get wasted.

"Where's Blake?" Y/N slurred as she looked around. Her eye caught more coke on a corner counter, and when she lit up Steve felt himself tense.

"Have a cig," Steve pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, hoping it would distract Y/N enough that she would temporarily forget about the cocaine that she definitely did not need. He was just about to light it for her when he saw Dustin walk by with a beer in his hand.

That little punk.

"Dustin!" Steve yelled, mind filling with rage at the fact that Dustin had not learned at all from him. "Hey, come here, you little shit!" Steve was off, looking over heads to track Dustin as he snaked through the crowd.

Y/N immediately forgot about the unlit cigarette as soon as Steve was gone.

"Babe!" Blake threw an arm around Y/N as she came up from snorting a line, not even giving her time to breathe before putting a cold hand to her face and kissing her breathless.

Eddie watched the whole thing, watched as Blake threw back his drink and took a hit in one breath, watched the couple laugh and kiss messily. He couldn't take it, seeing her with him. He knew he had fucked up, that knowing her rejection would have been better than this.

He walked away, going to help Steve corral the other little shits that had snuck into the party before they got into serious trouble.

Y/N wasn't sure what she was laughing at. All she really knew was Blake had just pushed her off the bed they were jumping on, but her head was fuzzy and her body was heavy, so maybe he was doing her a favor. She liked laying on the floor, breathing deeply.

"Do you ever stop laughing!" Blake yelled at her, making her head spin even more. Suddenly, she felt less of the fun fuzzy feeling and more unclear and in the dark. What was going on?

She could barely breathe, she didn't feel in control of her own body. She could feel her brain shutting down as she closed her eyes. The panic set in when she was unable to open them more than slits, but it was quickly replaced by nothingness.

Across the party, El was screaming.

She was yelling incoherently at Eddie, who felt way too sober for everything. Max and Will and Mike were at her sides, trying to get her to calm down, but she was hitting the older man, grabbing his jacket and pointing up the stairs. He almost put her over his shoulder to walk out, thinking she was clearly wasted, when he heard something he knew was actually English.

"It's Y/N!" That got Eddie moving, running to the last bedroom he had seen Y/N go into. He had kept an eye on her, had watched her get progressively more unhinged and high, but he thought Blake had it. He is her boyfriend after all, and the last thing Eddie wanted to do was intrude.

How could he have been so stupid?

Steve marched behind him, the kids bee-lining to follow. Once Eddie got to the door and found it locked, he pounded on it so hard it rattled the walls.

"Blake? You motherfucker, you better get out of there before I break this goddamn door down!" Eddie's voice was deep and loud, making the kids shiver. They had never heard him sound like this. Blake unlocked the door to stick his head out.

"Go the fuck away, freak." Blake said, but he seemed out of breath and his voice was too high.

"Where's Y/N?" Eddie demanded, trying to push through the door.

"She's fine. Everything's fine. Just go." He rushed out, still trying to shut the door on Eddie. "Go, please." He begged, setting off warning bells all throughout Eddie's head.

"Open the door." Eddie seethed, tilting his head in anger.

"No," Blake started, shaking his head and pushing.

"Open the fucking door." Eddie pounded once more against the half open door, red hot rage engulfing him as he could think of nothing else but Y/N. The way Blake had said that she was fine so quickly, wanting him to leave, it didn't sit right with Eddie.

"She's not your's, man! You had a chance," Before he could finish his sentence Steve and Lucas were helping Eddie open the door; it was overkill, and Blake lost the fight quickly.

"Y/N?" He called looking around. It didn't take long to find her on the ground, unmoving. She looked uncomfortable laying there, not right.

Eddie's heart dropped so far it cracked the carpet.

"Oh my fuck," He ran to her, hands cupping her face. "Y/N? Y/N." He repeated her name over and over again as he lightly slapped her face, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she didn't he pressed his head to her chest, but he felt no movement.

"Holy shit," Dustin muttered as Eddie let out a quiet sob, the younger man stepping back slightly as he took in the scene.

"Steve!" Eddie called, not daring to look away from Y/N. "She's not breathing, man!" He could barely get the words out, his throat constricting in time with his wildly beating heart.

"No, no," Max's hands went to her mouth, feeling Lucas behind her. She turned into him and he cradled her head to his shoulder, making sure she wouldn't see the scene in front of them.

"Y/N? All right, all right, all right." He was convincing himself that she was fine, that any second now she was gonna gasp for air and laugh and he would kiss her senseless. He had been stupid to not talk to her, to not hear her out. Now, as he maneuvered her into his arms, he felt sick at the thought that he had lost time with her. "It's okay, I'm here, Y/N." He pulled her around and made sure her head was tilted up, not realizing how much he was shaking. He tried to calm himself by rocking back and forth.

"Dustin, go find a phone, call the cops, don't give any names. If we can't get her awake, they'll help." Steve ordered, taking charge of everyone before they could continue freaking out. "Will, go with him. El and Mike, go find Nancy. Tell her Y/N overdosed, that she's nonresponsive. The rest of you, tell Nancy to give you her keys and go to her car. Keep your heads down, we don't have time to bail any of you out of jail." The kids moved quickly, leaving him, Blake, Y/N and Eddie in the room.

"Y/N? Y/N." He was still repeating her name, smacking her lightly with the arm wrapped around her head, knowing he would do anything to see her chest move again, hear her heart beat.

"It's gonna be okay," Steve said, but Eddie wasn't listening.

"C'mon." Eddie begged, only looking up when Steve yelled out at someone. He saw Blake moving to the door, halfway out of it. "What the fuck are you doing?" Eddie yelled, head melting at the fact that here he was, holding Blake's girlfriend as she died while Blake was leaving.

"I'm sorry, I, I can't be here, so, um, I'll, I'm sorry," And with that stuttering mess Blake ran out the door, leaving Steve and Eddie alone with Y/N. The two didn't have time to be angry at Blake, too focused on Y/N.

"Steve?" Someone called from the hallway.

"In here!" Steve yelled back, and Eddie was relieved to see it was Nancy holding a white cloth.

"Put this here," Nancy slid to her knees in front of Y/N and Eddie, Robin and Jonathan trailing behind her with horror-stricken looks. Nancy pressed the cloth, which smelled strongly of alcohol, onto Y/N's nose as Eddie held her head up, tears beginning to run down his face.

"All right, stay with me. Stay with me." He begged, not letting himself think about what would happen if this didn't work. "Wake up. Wake up." He gripped her tighter, tears falling off his face and onto hers.

"Hold on," Nancy muttered, because this wasn't working. Y/N still lay unmoving in Eddie's arms.

"Please. Please, please, please, please." He had never begged for something this hard in his life, had never wanted so badly to be able to go back in time and change everything. He felt the guilt of this. He knew it was his fault. If he hadn't pushed her away, too afraid to face his fears, he would have been with her tonight. "Please don't, please don't." Someone was rubbing his back, telling him to breathe, but all he could think was that he wasn't the one that needed help. He felt the air draw out of him, the room closing in as more time passed without Y/N opening her eyes.

Eddie pulled her as close to his chest as possible, pressing kisses to her forehead in between muttered prayers and pleas for her to just stay with him, to breathe and open her eyes.

"Please," He muttered once more, raising his head to the ceiling and calling on anyone who was listening to help him. When he looked down again, Y/N's eyes were open - hooded and dilated, but she was responsive.

"It's you." She whispered, looking at him for a moment longer as he put his hand to her cheek before she closed her eyes once more, this time still breathing.

"The cops are here!" Robin called from the window, and everyone started moving. Steve and Eddie picked Y/N up, who's eyes are closing an opening at the rate of a turtle's.

"C'mon, we gotta go," Steve encourages, and Eddie has never been so grateful for someone who knew what to do. Usually, he likes to be in charge, likes to take control of situations, but right now he can't think. He's straining his ears as if he could hear her heartbeat somehow.

"She's not conscious." Eddie tells Steve, who silently leans down to help Y/N up. They had her arms over their shoulders, her feet dragging on the floor as the two boys carry her out.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Steve mutters as they get to Nancy's car, people running around and creating the perfect cover.

"I'm getting to him first." Eddie isn't seeing red yet, because he has to get Y/N to safety, but he knows as soon as she's okay he's going to go insane.

It takes three seconds for Y/N to be placed into the care of Robin, who looks up and expects Eddie and Steve to climb in.

"Make sure she's okay." Eddie says. He's already imagining every way he's going to hurt Blake.

"What?" Robin barely says before Steve is slamming the door shut and walking back into the house.

The men are lit by red and blue police lights as they make their way back into the house.

"Hey!" A hand on Eddie's shoulder stops him, which should top them off that they know this person because they went for Eddie's shoulder knowing Steve would wait. Eddie would not have had Steve been the one who was stopped. "What the hell are you two doing?" Hopper is standing there when they turn, arms crossed.

"I have to go kill someone." Eddie says, as if he isn't talking to the chief of police.

"Can I ask why?" Hopper doesn't seem very concerned, but he's sure Eddie is telling the truth by how angry he looks.

"You don't wanna know, Hop." Steve starts, knowing that Y/N won't get in trouble from him but not sure he wants to expose her.

"Are the kids okay?" Hopper asks, concerned.

"We got them out." Steve can tell Eddie is itching to break some bones, and he's not sure how happy Hopper would be about that.

"What happened to Y/N?" Hopper knows that the only reason Steve and Eddie would be marching into a party together is her.

"Hop," Steve starts, knowing that if they tell Hopper he'll probably tell them to leave so he can arrest the jackass. He needs to pummel Blake's face himself. He needs to let Eddie almost kill him and pull him back before any murdering actually occurs.

"She ODed and he pushed her off the bed before he left her not breathing on the ground." Eddie is about to turn around when Hopper grabs his arm. "You're gonna have to arrest me to keep me off of him, and if you're gonna do it you better do it now."

"Listen to me," Hopper says quietly, looking around to make sure the other officers are all doing something else. "I will keep them away from you. Whatever happens in the next fifteen minutes, I don't know about it. When I find him, it better look like a fight gone wrong and not a homicide. Got it?" His voice scared Steve, but invigorated Eddie.

"I only need ten."

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spacius · 1 month ago

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living in the past - dr. spencer reid: 1

Who? dr spencer reid x original female character

Where Daisy's biggest secret is revealed, not only for BAU but for the whole world.

Warnings: avengers, marvel, peter parker, far from home, snap. It takes place in 2034, Spencer is 30 years old and oc is 28. 5-year snap influence so chronologically oc is born in 2001 and Spencer in 2004 but he wasn't snapped.

“I know you’re going to say the same thing for the 38th time, Morgan,” Spencer whispered as if revealing a state secret, “but it’s not just me being paranoid. I swear, there’s something suspicious about her.”

They were ready, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive so they could head to the crime scene.

“Pretty boy, whether she’s plotting some evil plan to end the world or not, I have no idea—and honestly, I’d rather not know.” Derek grinned, trying to hold back a laugh as Spencer rolled his eyes. “But you might want to tone it down. She’s gonna start thinking you’ve got a crush on her.”

Derek was enjoying this far more than he’d ever admit. While Spencer rolled his eyes so hard they nearly completed a full circle, Penelope burst into the room, her energy frantic.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, have you seen what’s in the news? You have to see it—my God, I’m going to combust, any second now!” Penelope spoke so fast that even Derek, with all his experience, could barely keep up. Spencer, for his part, blinked, trying to process the onslaught of words.

“Garcia, slow down, we can’t—”

“Spencer Walter Reid, for the love of all things cute and fluffy, open your phone and check the news now!” she demanded, practically vibrating with urgency. She looked seconds away from strangling the youngest member of the team if he didn’t move faster. “It’s breaking news, and trust me, this will back up one of your theories!”

That was all Spencer needed. He quickly pulled out his phone, while Derek raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

A news broadcast lit up Spencer’s screen. The anchor’s voice was grave: “We come to you now with shocking revelations about 2023 attack in London. An anonymous source has provided us with this footage, reportedly from moments before Quentin Beck, aka Mysterio, died twelve years ago. A warning: Some viewers may find this footage disturbing.”

The screen cut to an altered video of the Tower Bridge battle. Spencer and Derek exchanged a glance, both raising an eyebrow before turning back to the screen. Just as they were about to speak, a man’s voice—Quentin Beck’s—filled the room.

“I managed to send the Elemental back through the dimensional rift,” Beck’s voice declared. “But I don’t think I’m going to make it off this bridge alive. Spider-Woman attacked me! She has an army of weaponized drones—Stark technology! She’s claiming she’ll be the new Iron Man, and no one else!”

A robotic voice followed, colder than the woman’s: “Are you sure you want to initiate the drone attack? There will be significant casualties.”

“Do it. Execute them all,” the feminine human voice, trembling like she was on the edge of collapsing.

The footage wasn’t as graphic as what Derek, Spencer, and Penelope were used to seeing, but it was disturbing in its implications. The video cut to J. Jonah Jameson, the notorious anchor.

“There you have it, folks: conclusive proof that Spider-Woman was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio, an inter-dimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our world. He will no doubt go down as the greatest hero of our time. But that’s not all—here’s the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves.”

The bullpen seemed to freeze, no one daring to breathe.

“Spider-Woman’s real identity is… Spider-Woman’s name is Gwendolyn Stacy Parker! Gwen Parker!”

On the screen, an image of Daisy appeared—Daisy, whom Spencer had been trying to convince Derek was hiding something. But this wasn’t right. The photo, though younger, was eerily similar. Too similar.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Spencer murmured, brows furrowing. “Her name is Daisy Hawke. There’s no way she’s Gwen Parker. We would know if she had any connection to a superhero.”

“Well, that’s what I thought,” Penelope said after calming down. “But then I started digging for something that could explain this madness, and suddenly, the pieces began to fit together.”

“And here we go—Reid-splaining has officially contaminated her,” Morgan quipped.

“In 2006, New York broke the record for missing children. But here’s the strangest part: 182 children went missing in a single day. Almost all of them were found together later, but there were very few details. So, I started digging deeper into the history of Dais—Gwen—whatever she calls herself now. There’s a gap in her life between 2006 and 2010. If you think about it, she’s never really talked about her childhood. So, I kept digging. And then, I dug some more. And there it was—among the 182 children kidnapped that day: Gwendolyn Stacy Parker. I believe that’s where the beginning of the false end of her life started.” She paused to catch her breath.

“None of the victims ever spoke about what happened. Since they were just kids, this whole thing could snowball into something huge.” Penelope decided to stop there; she didn’t like imagining what might have happened to someone she cared about so much.

“I’m sorry, Derek. I’m sorry, Garcia, but I have to say this once and for all—I told you so, and I’ve never enjoyed saying it more.”

“Pretty boy’s not going to let me live this down anytime soon, baby,” Derek muttered with a grin. “But hey, does Hotch, JJ, David, Emily, and you know, Daisy, know about this?”

“No idea. With Daisy being late, she certainly knows something. She’s probably in deep trouble with the life she left behind, and if the rest of the team doesn’t know, they’ll figure it out soon enough.”

“I don’t see why you’re so worried about it, Garcia.”

“You’re only saying that because you and Einstein never got along. I just—can’t imagine the pain of going through all the bad things you left behind when you were 18.”

“This about Hawke?” Hotch emerged from the shadows, his voice calm and composed. “Either way, be discreet. She’s one of our best agents, and it would be a shame to lose her. So act like she’s not a superhero.”

At that moment, the trio had confirmation that everyone knew, and they knew Daisy knew they knew, but no one would talk about it for a long time.

About 20 minutes had passed, and the team was already on the jet—everyone except Daisy, of course. Hotch had mentioned earlier that she had “encountered some personal issues and wasn’t cleared for this case.”

Out of everyone on board, Rossi was the most unsettled. He shifted in his seat, clearly itching to talk. If he didn’t get this out, it seemed like he might burst. “Hey, Emily,” he leaned over and nudged her arm subtly, “did you hear… about Daisy?” His curiosity was so obvious that it almost made her smirk.

“Dave, keep it cool,” Prentiss muttered, barely moving her lips. “I want to talk about it later, too.” Oh, Lord, Daisy's ear definitely would be hot.

Aqui está o texto adaptado para o estilo e os personagens de Criminal Minds:

“The case was solved in two weeks, and the BAU team quickly returned to Quantico. Most of them were too exhausted to think about the incident involving Daisy, but Spencer Reid didn’t fit into that majority. Being the genius he is, the details lingered in his mind throughout the case, often making it difficult for him to concentrate on his work.

Could it really be the same person? The face was undeniably similar — if not identical. The only difference was the hair color; Gwen had red hair while Daisy had brown. She must have spent a lot on hair dye.

Spencer preferred to believe they were different people. He didn’t like to admit it to himself, but at that moment, he wanted to be wrong. He hoped that all the times he had sensed something off about Daisy, that she was hiding something, were just his imagination. With his genius IQ, he would surely notice if she were, of all things, a superhero, right? Oh, when he saw her the next day, they would need to have a serious conversation.

Reviews and advice are welcomeaised voices and accusations in years.

Author's note: thank you to everyone who is reading this, this is the first time I write something like this and English is not my first language, but I had this idea stuck in my head for weeks <3 I'm sorry for the mistakes

criticism and advice are welcome

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noir-fem · 5 months ago

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daisy's thoughts on *that* scene

SPOILER WARNING!! I'M ABOUT TO YAP ABOUT HOTD SEASON TWO, SPECIFICALLY BLOOD AND CHEESE!!

DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS!!!

the scene itself

obviously, the show couldn't adapt B&C verbatim without traumatizing child actors in the process, so i'm happy that certain changes were made and that the actual murder happened off screen. i still think they could have kept small details that made it so horrific in the books without hurting child actors though.

the problem is mainly within the writing because there's really no build up. there's no scenes of Helaena being loving with her kids beforehand, no slaughtering of guards or bed maids to make Blood and Cheese look scarier, nothing that builds an impending sense of dread. also B&C being confused/low key cartoonish villains didn't help. these guys are supposed to know the Red Keep's secret pathways like the back of their hand; showing how intruders could get into the keep so easily definitely would have made the scene scarier.

also making B&C into a "misunderstanding " and having Aemond be the original target completely downplays the most evil thing the Blacks ever did and further shows that the writers are unashamedly biased towards the Blacks. the main message of the story is that both sides were war criminals who did awful things!! the senseless cruelty of targeting a toddler for something he had no role in was literally the point of B&C!!

i get that maelor doesn't exist yet, but they still could have done "a son for a son" and kept Helaena being forced to choose between her kids. one person on here suggested having her point to Jaehaera in order to spare Jaehaerys (the heir to the throne), but B&C killing Jaehaerys instead. i think something like that would have kept the psychological torture of having to choose and could still have been done without scaring child actors.

overall, if the writers were trying to out-do the Red Wedding in terms of horror, it didn't work. What made the Red Wedding so terrifying in the first place was the psychological aspects of it and all the tiny clues the audience was given beforehand, the small details telling the viewers that something bad is coming.

that being said, the show's adaptation of B&C still captured the horror of a child being murdered in front of his mother without showing it/being gratuitous. they did an amazing job with just letting you hear the sounds and leaving the rest to the imagination.

in conclusion: r.i.p. sweet baby jaehaerys. daemon targaryen, your days are numbered.

Helaena's reaction (or, rather, lack thereof)

i didn't properly understand/appreciate Helaena's reaction to B&C until i saw other people's takes and rewatched the scene for myself.

at first, i would have liked to see some sort of desperation like there was in the books (like Helaena begging and offering her life). HOWEVER, book!helaena and show!helaena are obviously gonna have some differences, especially with show!Helaena being a dreamer. and with her being coded as autistic/neurodivergent, her reaction makes total sense to something that i myself would do.

say it with me: there is no "right" or "wrong" way to react to trauma!! your brain is literally just doing whatever it has to do to get you out of that situation, and that looks different for everyone. a lot of people freeze or fawn! it doesn't mean that they're "emotionless" or unaffected by what's happening!!

now looking at it, Helaena's silent shock and horror were more gut wrenching to watch than any amount of screaming or begging imo. she's probably already seen this happen in her visions and knows that there's nothing she can do to stop it: all she can do is get herself and Jaehaera out of there. her resigned facial expression, her eyes, her quiet little pleas as she's carrying Jaehaera, her literally dissociating in order to get her and her daughter out of the situation and clinging onto her baby for dear life. Phia's acting was incredible and i believe she did her best with what the writers gave her.

now lastly....

the alicole scene

why???? just WHY????

look i'm all for alicent and criston being hypocrites and alicent finally getting to experience pleasure, but having helaena walk in on her and criston RIGHT after watching her son get brutally murdered.... i don't even need to say any more about this. nobody needs to explain why that is a bad writing choice.

my opinions on the show's take on B&C will likely change depending on how they handle helaena and alicent's reactions to it later on in the series. might even dabble in writing fics and drop my own take on this storyline sometimes hehe.

in conclusion, somebody PLEASE take Helaena's pain, quadruple it, and give it to daemon NOW.

#house of the dragon #team green #helaena targaryen #pro helaena targaryen #pro helaena and her kids being safe and happy #anti blood and cheese

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the-golden-ghost · 10 months ago

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Okay Thoughts before bed on the House Of Usher; I just started episode 3 so please don't spoil anything that happens in episodes 3-8; this is just me guessing:

I knew they were gonna get rid of the vampirism but I was kinda happy they at least replaced it with "immortality" and I guess to be fair Usher was never strictly about vampirism; that was just one reading of it

However I thought they'd get rid of the Other theme in Usher which uh. iykyk but some of the foreshadowing here has me a little like. Daisy and Gatsby huh....?

I feel like a Bad Poe Fan but I don't remember where Leo's name comes from. I know his narrative is The Black Cat but the main character in that was unnamed and I don't remember a Napoleon in any other story. I also don't understand how Leo ties with the Black Cat (I know he OWNS one but that seems kinda basic. Where are the Themes) or how that's going to go since the main character in that one also didn't die iirc, but it's one of the Poe stories I'm honestly less familiar with.

I appreciate Camille's dedication to fucking her evil henchmen. Love that for her. I also know what her plotline is so y'know RIP her head off by an adrenaline-jacked monkey

I get Gold-Bug is about greed but it's 1. not a horror story and 2. really not well-known at all? It just doesn't fit with the lineup here. They also aren't foreshadowing it, probably cause it doesn't make any sense to use. The really nixed the Cask of Amontillado in favor of Gold-Bug?

I mean other than the Clown Jumpscare from episode 1 I guess

Inb4 "Murders in the Rue Morgue isn't horror either" okay gristly detective narratives can be horror as a treat. Also that one IS a classic. No one likes Gold-Bug

I think Vic is the mole because her narrative is the Tell-Tale Heart and that would make the most sense. It's right there in the title. I'm willing to be wrong but if she's not I don't know why they bothered using the Tell-Tale Heart at all. Yeah I know genetic heart conditions etc. but I also appreciate their making her the Only Sane Woman of the family too. Dedication to theming A+

I've never read Tamerlane I don't think. I hope it's about having a fetish for watching your husband cheat on you or whatever the hell she was doing in that scene

I know they're not doing William Wilson other than a 1-second reference but lmao can you imagine

Arthur Gordon Pym I get why they used the name and it has nothing to do with the OG story but like Sir Why Are You Not A Cannibal. Eat some people about it sir

Freddy's is the best foreshadowing and kicks ass. Even if I HADN'T been able to guess what his narrative is via the Ghost Cameos in the beginning I could have told you and also that is some killer subtle referencing and Theme Dedication we stan a well-done reference point.

Verna = raven I don't know if that was meant to be subtle but I got it in 3 seconds. It was cute though; it was cute I liked it

Annabelle "oh my husband is so romantic he can quote a poem with my name in it uwu" ask him to quote the whole thing ma'am. Ask him how it ends

RIP Prospero we hardly knew ye. I sort of hoped he'd live longer but that was probably mostly cause The Masque of the Red Death is one of my favorites. Also the climactic ending to that one went HARD

I see why people say this one's not really scary though cause so far this hasn't been scary at all. Ah well

#anyways I'll watch an episode or two tomorrow #they're crazy long unfortunately #I think the others were around 40 minutes each and these are all an hour or more

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‘Louisiana Rose’ (an OC) X Fem!Reader Cute, Angsty and somewhat Fluffy Prompt

• Louisiana Rose’s face-claim is Margot Robbie’s role in Babylon - Nellie Laroy

• Inspired partly by Daisy Jones & the Six + there will be further parts following on from the official end of this one

!TW: Hint of jealousy + anxiety + separation anxiety, doubt + hint of self-doubt, mention of there being disagreement in terms of characters being in a same-sex relationship, implied suffering from depression, self-put down(s), mention of previously being insulted and treated poorly, drugs (ecstasy) + drug-taking, mention of overdosing + the possibility of overdosing, mention of previously trying to commit suicide, being unconscious, swearing, overdosing + implied previous overdosing experiences, mention of throwing up, mild hickey giving, suicidal attempts + intentions + consideration, wanting to die, mention of having nightmares, presence of cigarettes + smoking, mention of blood, mention of alcohol + gun + attempted murder - If I’ve missed any let me know ❤️!

“What do you think you’re doing, storming off like that just before we finished the first half of the set?” Rose questioned, and you would grunt, before turning to face her, and leaning your bass guitar against the wall beside one of the chairs; you’d thought that she might already know why you would have caused such a scene like you had, less than a minute ago, now. “You’re gonna make them hate us-”

“I don’t care if they hate us,” you uttered, “how do you think I feel, having to watch you and Joel getting all like-.. I don’t know.. so - close, l-like we used to be? You don’t even look at me whilst we’re on stage together, anymore. It’s - It’s like you just-.. don’t-.. feel anything for me, anymore, o-or like you’re ashamed of us, because of what everyone else thinks o-or says..”

Rose would be surprised; she didn’t think you’d ever felt that way, before, and couldn’t believe you thought she could ever feel ashamed of your and her secret relationship, behind the band’s, and the media’s backs - at this time, it wasn’t exactly widely accepted to be in a same-sex relationship, like you both were with each other. “But I’m not ashamed of us,” she contradicted, before attempting to hold both of your trembling hands in her’s, but you would hesitantly move away, before she could, not sure what to think, anymore; you were sick of having to try and hide how you felt for her, all the time, especially when you both didn’t exactly get that much time together alone, and away from the others, “Y/n, I told you-”

“I know,” you murmured, whilst beginning to feel guilty for moving away like you had, upon noticing the hurt look on her face as a result of you previously doing so, “you’re just - trying to keep the band going, I get it, it just-.. hurts sometimes, I guess, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have stormed off like that..”

“N-No, don’t apologise,” she replied, and you would then let her ease you into a hug, prompting you to return it, though you felt as if you didn’t even deserve to touch her anymore; she was everything better than you could ever be, and you believed she deserved better than a supposed nobody like you, “I should be the one apologising to you-”

“Don’t,” you whined, before burying your face into the crook of her neck, “you did nothing wrong, I’m - I’m just being stupid.”

“Nothing that you do is stupid,” she claimed, wishing you’d stop putting yourself down like that all the time, but you knew you never would, whenever you were reminded of how, and made to feel as if you weren’t normal - a freak, even, sometimes, to those, other than Rose, who had known you, before, “don’t - don’t ever say stuff like that about yourself, because none of it is true - you’re perfect, Y/n, and honestly the most amazing and smartest person that I’ve ever met.”

“You-.. really think so?” You mused, your voice briefly trembling whilst you did, and she would nod quickly, certain of herself, and you would find yourself melting further into her embrace, whilst subconsciously clinging to her red dress, and she would manage a weak smile, though she still felt guilty over how she was having to hide how she felt for you from the others, and having to seem as if she were closer to Joel than she was, to you, and Suki, the band’s guitarist.

“I know so,” she added, “and don’t ever worry about me and Joel, because I’m never gonna let anything separate us, ever - it’s just an act, and that’s all it ever will be, I promise; I love you, Y/n, n-never forget that, and I always will, no matter what.”

“I always will, too,” you returned, before connecting your forehead to her’s subconsciously, whilst you both began to cling to one another again, as if you were on the verge of losing each other, somehow, and were terrified that you might.

You would both then falter, hearing footsteps approaching, before she pulled away, resulting in you both feeling empty, again, but she didn’t want you to get into trouble, or the band to split up, somehow, if the others found out about you both. “You gonna go back out there, or what?” Rod - the band’s manager - inquired, and Rose would begrudgingly nod, before he walked out again, and she would smile sadly over at you, prompting you to return the smile, before you shyly held both of her hands in your’s.

“I wish we’d have more time,” you expressed, and Rose would nod gravely, a pained expression on her face, before she eased you closer to her to embrace you again, and you would do the same, when you felt able, whilst finding small tears beginning to invade the corners of your vision; you just wished things didn’t have to be so different like they were for you both, and other people like you, and her,

“We will, at some point,” she replied, “I’m sure we will, especially whilst we’re travelling around the place, and finding more hotels to stay at. We’ll get to have the crazy nights we used to, I promise we will, a-and the others won’t ever find out about them, so we’ll be fine to try and spend more time together, without them suspecting us, at all.”

“I hope so,” you corroborated, “I - I guess we should..”

“Y-Yeah,” she agreed, before reluctantly releasing you from her hold, and you would begin to feel empty again, especially when you knew you’d have to try and hide your feelings for her again, and have to watch her and Joel being all playful and close together, like how she’d been with you, before you’d both begun to start secretly going out with one another, “let’s-.. let’s go, before the others start wondering where we are.”

“S-See you there,” you replied, and she would smile warmly back at you, before dragging herself back out onto the stage, prompting the audience to cheer, and some of them to whistle, whilst Joel began to subconsciously watch almost every single one of her moves, but you would try to ignore it, remembering what she’d told you, before, and forcing a smile, before you picked up your bass guitar again, and forced yourself to stride out confidently, and Rose couldn’t help, but smile lovingly over at you, her eyes glinting whilst she did, and you would return the smile, whilst your heart began to race again, and Joel would skeptically look between you both, before he began to play the opening melody of the most recent song the band had decided to release: ‘All I want’, and you found you couldn’t help, but occasionally watch Rose and Joel together again, and noticed the way they sometimes looked at each other, prompting you to begin to worry again, even after she’d told you that he meant nothing to her, but you would try and stop overthinking it, forcing yourself, instead, to focus on your bass part alongside them, and they wouldn’t notice you’d almost messed up the timing, whilst doing so, as you were focussed solely on them, and the ache you were beginning to feel in your chest again.

🜚

After the concert, you had both decided to celebrate by crushing up some Ecstasy pills into powder which you both took turns to take together, whilst giggling at each other’s attempts to do so, before you both found yourselves dancing to nothing in particular, and then curled up in bed together comfortably in one another’s hold. “Hey,” Rose spoke up, after you’d both finally managed to catch your breath, and to curb your fits of laughter, “I - I just wanted to say, because-.. I know I don’t say this enough, but - I love you,” she expressed, and your eyes would begin to glint and widen a little, whilst your heart began to race, and your brain began to plague you with thoughts of why she was so good to you, all the time, when you believed she shouldn’t be, “remember that.”

“That’s good,” you replied, before shuffling even closer to her so you could wrap your arms around her waist, “b-because.. I love you, too, and I always will, I promise.” She would then smile lovingly over at you, before she began to lean forward to connect her lips to your’s again delicately, but the kiss soon began to deepen again, and you would both giggle when she made a clumsy attempt to straddle you beneath her once more whilst she kissed you lovingly, as well as passionately.

🜸🜚🜸

Although she’d promised you that there was nothing going on between her and Joel, you still found yourself anxious about them, especially whenever you noticed that they were getting even closer together. One time, whilst you were performing one of the songs you had proposed - ‘Anti Everything’ - a song about doubt and being in love with someone who the singer believed could never feel the same way for them (you’d obviously written it about you and Rose), you often found yourself looking over in Rose’s direction to find that she was partially singing it to both Joel and the audience, and you wouldn’t know what to do, feeling empty all of a sudden. Before the media had started becoming suspicious of you both, it was you that she often sang the song to, and she’d never have even glanced in Joel’s direction, before then, and you scowled upon remembering that it was all the press’ fault for what was going on; for you gradually and even more excruciatingly beginning to lose Rose, because it felt like you were, and it was painful. You would falter - especially - after Rose had finished singing alongside his keyboard melodies, when you noticed him smirking up at her, and her then leaning down to kiss him, but she - unbeknownst to you - hated every second of it, but she knew she’d have to try and distract the press from their suspected secret relationship accusations in terms of how you both used to publicly act together, before, whilst you found you could no longer play anymore; your heart had begun to ache excruciatingly, as if it were breaking, and you suddenly felt numb all of a sudden, as if you’d lost everything, in that moment. You hadn’t even noticed the tears in your eyes, until they began to slowly slide down your cheeks tauntingly. “Guess you can start calling us the star-crossed lovers, now,” Rose remarked to the audience, trying not to look over at you, though she desperately wanted to try and lock eyes with you, and try to reassure you that she didn’t feel anything for him again; that she never could, and would always only ever love you, no matter what. You would then nod gravely, before finding yourself downing your bass guitar gingerly, before you stormed off of the stage again; you couldn’t take it anymore, and hated yourself for who you were because you found you could only blame yourself, and who you were, evidently assuming that she must have just been bored of you, now, and looking for someone better than you.

Whilst you found yourself having these thoughts, you began to crush up more of the ecstasy which had been left behind, before you took the lot, not caring what it meant for you, or if you’d overdose, somehow, after consuming more of it than you usually would whenever you and Rose were having it, together.

After you’d stormed off of the stage again, Rose found herself struggling to think about anything, but you, and began to feel even worse for what had happened, whilst wishing she’d never kissed him, like that, but she wasn’t sure how else she should act to try and get the press off of your and her back. “Hey,” Suki spoke up quietly, and Rose would look over at her, after finding herself staring after the direction you’d gone in for a moment longer, and silently longing - begging, for you to come back, “want me to go and check on her?”

“She’ll..” Rose would hesitate, not sure if she should be so quick to dismiss, after she’d reminded herself of the time you’d tried to take your life quite gruesomely, a little while ago, before you’d both arrived back at your hometown, but she was also worried about what the press might say, if Suki went after you to check on you, “she’ll be fine - I’m sure.”

“It’s all those damn things she’s on,” Joel remarked, and Rose would subconsciously grimace, “she’s been an addict since day one-”

“She’s not an addict,” Rose contradicted, before moving away from him and forcing a smile over at the audience, and the group would awkwardly perform the last song - ‘Human Nature’ - one you’d both written together after you’d started seeing each other without the others knowing, detailing how you’d both been given hope by meeting each other, and about how you were both afraid of what might happen if you lost one another, somehow, when you felt as if you couldn’t live without one another. After she’d announced the song as brightly as she could, she looked back at the others, begrudgingly nodding, and thinking to herself: ‘this is for you, Y/n’, before the song began, and she hoped you could hear it, but you were already too drugged up to notice anything around you, and would soon fall unconscious, just as they began to play the song.

🜚

After the others had gone to bed, and she’d had to come up with an excuse as to why she couldn’t join Joel in his, she snuck out of her room, and rushed down the hall to your’s, before gently knocking on the door, but it wouldn’t open, and she couldn’t hear anything on the other side, prompting her to begin to panic, before she knocked again, more desperately this time, but the door still wouldn’t open, and she still couldn’t hear anything. “Shit,” Rose whispered, whilst she began to assume the worst, before looking around, not sure what to do for a moment, until she remembered you’d given her the spare key not too long ago, and she would rush back to her room to retrieve it, before attempting to open your door, and just as she was about to give up and find someone to open the door for her, it unlocked, and she would hastily open it, and falter as soon as she saw you curled up in the corner of the room, looking as if you weren’t breathing, and appeared quite limp. “No-!” She cried, whilst her heart felt as if it were sinking, before she rushed over to you and let herself fall to her knees beside you so she could cradle you close to her, fighting back tears whilst she did. “Y/n, please,” she begged shakily, but you wouldn’t react, at all, terrifying her, as well as making her feel numb all of a sudden, as if she had nothing left within her anymore, “t-talk to me, just say something, anything!”

You would then gradually begin to stir in her arms, but were evidently disoriented, after you’d had a vivid and painful vision of the possibility that you might lose her; a vision of her telling you she didn’t want you anymore, like you’d been terrified that she would. “Rose,” you mustered feebly, whilst tears began to cloud your vision, and would soon manage to escape your eyes, before slowly running down your cheeks, but she would delicately brush them away with her right thumb, whilst her right hand was rested upon your cheek affectionately, “you’re here..”

“Of course I am,” she cooed, “where else would I be, if not by your side?”

You would scoff, and she would falter, a pained expression on her face whilst she did; she knew you must be thinking about her and Joel again. “By Joel’s?” You answered, and she would shake her head, a hurt look on her face whilst she did; she couldn’t believe you thought she’d choose his side, over your’s, especially whilst you were in the state you currently were in. “Did you really mean that, Rosanna?” You continued, and she would tilt her head partially, a puzzled expression on her face, whilst her eyes conveyed only the love and concern she was currently holding for you. “You don’t love me?” You clarified, and she would realise, before shaking her head quickly, wondering where you’d gotten that idea. “Then why did you ignore me, back there?” You questioned, and Rose would frown again, whilst beginning to feel guilty for not even looking over at you, or going after you after you’d stormed off of the stage again, especially when she knew, now, that she would have been able to stop you from almost overdosing on her again, and that she could have lost you, if she hadn’t found you.

“Y/n-”

“You just-..” You continued dejectedly, whilst you recalled how she had kissed him the way she had, and hadn’t even glanced over at you at all for the entirety of the gig. “You threw me away, like I was just some - some piece of - discardable trash,” you murmured, and she would nod gravely, before looking away from you, and finding herself fighting back tears again, alongside you; she hated herself for hurting you the way she had been, recently, but you found you couldn’t blame her for supposedly not wanting you anymore, when you believed yourself to be nothing, compared to her, and started to believe, again, that she deserved better than you - so much better than you, breaking your heart all over again, and her’s, unbeknownst to you, but she would try to hide it from you, not wanting to upset you any further by managing to keep up her usual stable composure.

“You don’t understand, Y/n,” she whined, “I had to; I had no choice-”

“Bullshit,” you strained out, “we do have choices, Rose; we could go on with our lives like the press doesn’t influence them in whatever shape or form, a-and we could be happy, together, or you could give up on us completely, and - I don’t know about you, but - I can’t think of anything else I’d be, but miserable, if I ever lost you, a-and I don’t want that, but-.. I guess.. if you don’t want me anymore..”

“Stop,” she managed shakily, before leaning down a little so her lips were inches from your’s, and forehead was affectionately connected to your’s; she just wanted a way to try and make you happy again, and a way to prove to you that you would never lose her to Joel, “Y/n, there will never be a time where I wake up, and think that I don’t want to be by your side anymore, nor will I ever think that I’d rather be on Joel’s, b-because I love you, more than anything, and I always will, I promise, no matter what the press throws at us, next.”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore as you began to cry, and she would delicately connect her lips to your’s, whilst stroking your hair with her still shaky right hand to try and provide as much comfort to you as she could. “I love you so much,” you expressed in a shaky whisper, and she would smile lovingly down at you, prompting your heart to begin to somehow race even faster, “p-promise me you’ll never leave me - I’ll try and get better for you, I swear, I - I just - I need a little time to try-”

“Take as much time as you need,” she cooed, “just-.. Make sure I don’t lose you, either, because I promise you’ll never lose me.”

You would then manage to lift your right hand up to her left cheek, and she would subconsciously melt into your touch. “You-.. You won’t lose me, either, I promise,” you tried to reassure her, “I won’t take as much anymore, I know I can do that..”

“Good,” she corroborated, and you would start leaning heavily against her, evidently exhausted, and she would smile sadly down at you, “wanna cuddle up in bed with me?”

“I’d - I’d love to,” you answered, and she would beam down at you, before carefully picking you up off of the ground, and carrying you into your bedroom so you could both cuddle up together, and try and fall asleep in one another’s hold whilst fighting off the cold, but you found you wouldn’t be able to get any sleep until at least five in the morning; you’d spent most of the night violently shaking in her arms, or throwing up, but Rose surprisingly didn’t mind, happy to just be by your side, and trying to make sure that you were okay, and - eventually - were asleep, at which point she would hesitantly try and go to sleep, herself, though she didn’t want to, just in case you were to wake up again and need her to help you into the bathroom again, or need her to provide comfort to you, and she would manage to drift into a staggered sleep, before morning came much too soon, and you would both have to act as if you didn’t feel anything whatsoever for each other again.

🜸🜚🜸

“You’re up early,” you remarked brightly, after you’d entered the special room the hotel had set up for the group, and Rose would seem to light up as soon as she’d noticed you, before she got up to throw her arms around you, and you would return the hug, whilst smiling into the crook of her neck, “and - and look-.. amazing, like you always do - I just wish we could be alone for longer, s-so we could.. y-y’know.”

She would appear flustered, for a moment, and subconsciously roll her eyes a little when she felt you delicately nibbling at the left side of her neck, but she would then remember that the others could walk in on you both at any moment, and she would begin to panic, the thought prompting her to hold you at arm’s length after you’d managed to leave a small, but barely visible mark on her neck, and you would frown, worried that you had maybe hurt her, since her action had been so sudden. “Someone might come in, and see us, Y/n-”

You would appear disappointed once you realised why she had moved you away, and would quickly shake your head, whilst silently wishing things could be different for you both; that people would stop seeing same-sex couples to be strange, and freakish, like they did at the time. “I don’t care if they see us,” you whined, “it’s not like there’s anything wrong with us being in love with each other-”

“I know,” she cooed, “it’s just-” You would timidly inch closer, and she would have to move away from you, this time, prompting you to falter, and your heart to sink again. “Stop, we - we just can’t, right now, okay? Is that any better? Just.. Just wait until.. later,” she added hastily, not wanting you to worry that she didn’t love you anymore, like you sometimes did, especially when you were using, like you evidently had been, before getting out of bed.

“But you’ll probably be with Joel later-”

“I hope she will.” You would both falter when you heard Joel’s voice behind you, and you would subconsciously grimace, before moving aside so he could try and steal her from you, and she would hesitantly let him kiss her, though she hated how it felt, and was worried it might upset you again if you saw, which you most definitely did, and began to feel numb and empty all over again, and tried to think of something you could say to try and escape the room, and escape having to watch them, and feeling your heart breaking again, like it always did - you found - whenever you saw them together. “Sorry, bassy, did I maybe walk in on somethin’?” Joel inquired, before smirking over at you, and you would have to fight back a scowl, before bowing your head again, and appearing both agitated and crestfallen, at the same time, and Rose would frown when she noticed; she hated seeing you upset, like you evidently were, and would vow to try and make it up to you, later.

“Only a conversation you decided to rudely interrupt,” you uttered, before subconsciously locking eyes with Rose, and finding you couldn’t speak for a moment as you began to stammer, and Rose would smile encouragingly over at you, prompting your heart to skip a beat, before you smiled back, and managed to continue, after you’d brought yourself to pry your gaze from her’s, no matter how much you wanted only to get lost in her eyes, “I’m gonna - go and wake Rod and the others up, don’t - don’t want ‘em being late for practice, do we?”

Joel would snort, prompting Rose to sneakily shoot a glare over at him. “Since when did you start caring about attendance?” He questioned, and you would grunt, before doing the middle finger over at him, and walking out, after muttering a quiet ‘fuck off, Joel’, under your breath, prompting Rose to have to fight back a giggle, evidently amused by how you’d reacted to his remark.

🜸🜚🜸

It wasn’t long, before you both found yourselves fighting, however, after you’d heard from Joel that she’d presumably slept with him, which she hadn’t; he’d been suspecting that you had feelings for her, recently, and wanted to try and steer you away from her, as he was worried about what you might do to try and take her from him, as he didn’t know that you both had already been seeing each other behind his, and the backs of the others and the press, until you both had an even more explosive fight, leading to her deciding not to come and see you whilst the others were asleep anymore, and she even began to ignore you not just on stage, but off of it now, too, resulting in you feeling awful for fighting with her like you had been recently, and beginning to hate yourself even more, but you didn’t blame her for not wanting to see you, or speak to you, anymore, and once you began to notice her sneaking off with Joel more, you found yourself beginning to use a lot more, but no matter how much you took, you found you couldn’t ease the pain, especially when you both still saw each other everyday, and you felt as if you’d lost everything, like how you felt before she had found you, and invited you to join her band, even offering for you to stay with her at her house as you had previously been homeless, with only your bass guitar to keep you company on the dark nights you had found yourself spending, with every cold day that had past without her being by your side.

Every night which followed now, you spent crying, and shaking violently in your bed, after taking more than you should have, as usual, after you’d found yourself looking through the book of photographs you’d put together of you and Rose, until now. You probably would have added more, if it weren’t for the fact that you had somehow managed to lose her again, even though you’d truly thought you would both be together forever; that you existed only by her side, and you weren’t sure what to do anymore, now that you found yourself without her again - it was excruciating, thinking about how she was probably with Joel, when really, unbeknownst to you, she was trying to avoid him, too, after she’d found out that he had told you that she had slept with him, when she’d never even thought about doing such a thing to you, and could never - she was sure - ever even consider doing that, to you, even now, after the fight to have torn you both apart had occurred; she still loved you too much to, and began to wish, now, that she’d never walked out on you like that, and never begun ignoring you and avoiding you as if you didn’t exist, again, like she used to, whenever you were both on the stage together, before, after the press had begun to point out how unusually close you both seemed to be, before, whilst performing together.

On one of the occasions in which she’d found herself trying to avoid Joel and the others after yet another painful performance, she would be surprised to come across you sank down on the ground outside, and she would falter, noticing that you seemed to be disorientated again, whilst crying quietly, and she - when she felt able - would warily approach you, before crouching down beside you, and lifting her right hand to delicately turn your head so she could see your face, and you would subconsciously melt into the warmth of her touch, whilst squinting, and forcing the remaining tears out so you could try and make out who it was, as your vision was currently blurry, and you couldn’t see her face. “I’m-.. I’m okay,” you managed in a shaky slur, and Rose would scoff, before shaking her head, and grimacing; she wished you’d stop lying to her, like you had just done, again; you were evidently far from okay, and she found it painful; she hated seeing you like this, and felt worse whenever she was reminded of her belief that she had been the one to make you like this again, by not stopping the fight, and beginning to ignore and avoid you like she had, recently, after you’d both fought over what Joel had told you.

“Bullshit,” she remarked, and you would fall quiet, upon recognising her voice, and your vision would then begin to clear, surprising you; you couldn’t believe she was wasting her time on you again, when you thought she’d be with Joel, or should be with him, instead, as you believed you would only make things worse if it was still you who she was with, “look at yourself, Y/n, you’re far from okay.”

You would nod gravely, before looking away from her, and she would then timidly intertwine the fingers of her left hand with the pale, and slightly trembling fingers of your right, and you would falter, before glancing down at your and her hand, but you would try not to get your hopes up, guessing she was just doing it to try and make you feel better, but you felt as if things could never be good again, like they used to be, and this thought prompted more tears to cloud your vision, and made you wish the drugs would just end you, like you’d been hoping they would for a while, now. “That sounds-.. s-sounds completely accurate,” you corroborated dejectedly, “I’ve not been.. okay.. for a while now..”

She would nod gravely, before lowering her gaze down to the ground; she didn’t want you to see that she was trying not to cry alongside you, too, as she knew it would only upset you more, if she did. “How much did you take, this time?” She inquired, and you would shrug, not even sure anymore, as you evidently no longer cared how much you took; you just wished it would be, every day you crushed up the pills, and took them, the last day you would have to spend in excruciating pain, but no such luck, so far, evidently, as you were still sadly alive, and having to go on enduring it for too much longer. “Maybe I could call someone for you-”

“No,” you murmured, “I.. it’s not the drugs which are the problem, Rose.. it’s just.. I..” You would then sigh heavily, before bowing your head again, and feeling as if you should just give up, already; you doubted she could ever feel the same way for you, anymore, after the fight, and after she’d been presumably getting even closer to Joel, recently, and it was silently tearing you apart inside; a feeling you were somehow still not used to, even after you’d experienced it before you and Rose had first met. “Forget about it,” you murmured, but she would quickly shake her head, wanting to know what it was that was making you like this, though she already knew; she just wanted to hear you say it, and to tell you that she felt the same way, before requesting, or rather begging for you to forgive her, as she was sick of seeing you hurt, like you evidently had been since the fight you’d both had, and ever since you had both lost one another, though you both still loved each other more deeply than either of you could take, and this fact was making the pain even more excruciating than it would be, if you didn’t.

“I can’t, now,” she replied, “tell me; I wanna help you, Y/n.”

You would snort, before shaking your head. “That’s the thing - You can’t help me,” you claimed, “I’m too far gone-”

“You don’t know that-”

“I do,” you insisted, and Rose was trying to hide that she was beginning to panic, badly, “d’you remember how - when we were together, I had a book of all the pictures we’d taken, and how we used to take at least one photo on each date that we went on?”

She would nod, and found that she couldn’t help, but smile softly, upon remembering it, and how she loved to watch it fill up, whilst you both were still together. “Of course I remember,” she answered, “w-why?”

“I think Joel took it,” you stated, “it’s not in any of the usual spaces I’d hide it in, before, a-and it’s petrifying me - not just because of what he could do with it, but because-.. it’s.. the only thing right now which.. seemed to have been bringing me closer to you again, and seemed to have sometimes made me feel better, because of the memories we made together, before, but then when I remember we won’t be able to make any more, I.. lose all control all over again..”

Rose then couldn’t hold it back anymore as she began to cry, and then ease you closer to her so she could hug you tightly, and you would quickly melt into her embrace, whilst beginning to cry within it, alongside her. “I’m so sorry,” she managed in a shaky whisper, “if I knew you were - you were hurting like that, I wouldn’t have.. I wouldn’t have been avoiding you like I was; I never meant to hurt you-” She would then hold you at arm’s length, and you would both find each other getting lost in one another’s eyes again, before you leaned forward to delicately connect your lips to her’s, and she would - at first - find herself melting into the kiss, before she quickly pulled away, though there was nothing more that she wanted, but to fix things between you both, and to feel your lips against her’s again; she was just worried, still, about what might happen if the others found out, or if the press somehow managed to catch on, and you would falter, before bowing your head a little to try and hide that there were still tears threatening to escape each of your sore, and damp eyes.

“Please,” you whined, “Rose-”

“No,” she interjected gently, before carefully lifting your face up a little so she could connect her forehead to your’s affectionately, whilst her heart began to ache again when she noticed how red and dark your eyes currently were, “we can’t - we can’t do this again, Y/n..”

“But-”

“The others, Joel-”

“I don’t care what they think,” you persisted, evidently desperate, and it was only breaking her heart even more; she hated seeing you like this, and wished she hadn’t reacted to the fight the way she had, “I love you, Rose; I need you, I - I can’t live without you.. P-Please don’t do this-”

“You’re gonna have to at least try, Y/n,” she interrupted gently, before trying to provide comfort to you by booping the tip of your nose with her’s, whilst you tried to fight back the strained sobs which were begging to escape your lips, “please.”

You would then nod gravely, realising she’d probably never change her mind, and she would express relief, but found she still couldn’t rid herself of the pain which was currently radiating throughout her body, alongside your’s. “Could - Could you, at least.. stay with me, for.. for one more night?” You requested, and she would hesitate, not sure; she didn’t want to get your hopes up, and wasn’t sure if she’d able to stop herself from doing anything, if she stayed with you again, and she knew it wouldn’t be fair on you, if she did, and then went back to being simply just your friend, and band mate, the next day. “I’m.. I’m scared.. the - the nightmares keep coming back,” you explained, and she would frown, wishing she could do more to try and stop them for you, “a-and they only s-seem - seem to go away whenever you’re with me.”

Rose would consider it for a moment, before nodding slowly, and deciding she’d stay with you for at least one night. “Okay,” she replied, “but just for one night, n-no more than that.” You would manage a feeble smile up at her, before nodding, and managing a quiet ‘thank you’, whilst she helped you up off of the ground, and led you back inside so she could return to your room with you, and though she had been hoping maybe ‘it’ wouldn’t happen, it did, after she found herself considering it again, and deciding maybe it wouldn’t hurt you as much as she thought it would - you had been the one to find yourself kissing her again, anyway, and she would reluctantly allow herself to melt into the kiss, after deciding she should, to try and make the past few days up to you, and herself; they had been painful, and you’d both missed one another more than you could miss anything else, but most of all - she just wanted you to know that she did still love you, even if she felt as if she wasn’t allowed to say it, or show that she did in public, not even in front of the band anymore.

“It didn’t mean anything,” she claimed, “we were just tired, and - and you still kinda had some of those pills in your system, and I’m so sorry, Y/n, I really am-”

You would nod gravely, before staring down at your once again trembling, and wet hands; you’d been crying again, as usual, since she’d approached you, first, once morning came, and tried to apologise to you for what had occurred the previous night, and it was then that you found yourself beginning to break down all over again; you’d been hoping, maybe, that - even if the events of the previous night were some form of goodbye, which they felt like they were - they meant that she still felt something for you, but now you were finding yourself doubting again, and just assuming that it meant nothing, like she claimed it did. “You’re right,” you corroborated, and she would fall quiet, a pained expression on her face whilst she did; she could see that you were trying to hide that you were crying, again, and wished she’d never decided to let it happen, though she thought it wouldn’t hurt you, before, “it was nothing.” You would then force a smile up at her, but she could see through it, and see that you looked as if you might fall apart any minute now, hence why you quickly lowered your gaze again, whilst trying to fight back even more uninvited tears. “I, er..” You continued, before forcing yourself out of your seat at the kitchen table, and Rose would silently plead for you to meet her gaze again, but you found you couldn’t, knowing you’d only fall apart even more, if you did, “I have.. an appointment, s-so.. I might not be able to make the rehearsal, today, but.. you guys’ll be.. be fine, right? What use is - is the bassist, anyway?”

You would then hastily make for the door, finding you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer as you began to cry again, and Rose would begin to panic, rushing after you; she was worried you might do something stupid, like try to take your life, again, take even more of those stupid crushed up pills, or try to hurt yourself, and she couldn’t let it happen, but you were determined to get away, and not be stopped this time. “Y/n, wait!” She cried, but you would manage to slip out of the room, and bump into Joel immediately after you did, but you wouldn’t stop, rushing off before he could even open his mouth to speak, and Rose would wince, upon noticing him, and he would appear suspicious, before tilting his head partially over at her, evidently expecting an answer from her, which she would reluctantly give, after tugging him into the room, and closing the door so she could tell him everything about you both, though he already had been getting a slight idea of what had been happening between you both recently, and he hated it, but would try to hide this from her, wanting to at least remain on her good side, though she’d admitted she didn’t have feelings for him, as he was hopeful that she would change her mind, but she was determined not to, and believed she could never love anyone else as much as she loved you, and always had, and that’s why she rushed out looking for you as soon as she’d made sure to tell him everything, and effectively brought to an end her fake relationship with him; she didn’t want to hurt you anymore; she couldn’t, and knew this would be the only way she could do that for you.

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After searching for what felt like hours, and finding nothing, Rose would reluctantly decide to give in, after Suki had advised her to, upon noticing how exhausted she appeared, and Rose would hesitantly allow herself to confide in Suki, too, who reacted better than Rose thought she would - in fact, she appeared delighted, as well as worried about you, to hear that you both had been secretly seeing one another, and worried to now hear that you were missing, but she would try not to let herself, or Rose panic, whilst slowly leading Rose back toward the lobby of the hotel you were all currently staying in, where the others, obviously excluding you, were waiting for them. Rod would stand up immediately upon their entry, and both Suki and Rose could tell that he was silently fuming; he’d heard from Joel that you had run off again - as well as about everything that had been going on between you both, and now wasn’t sure whether he should postpone the next rehearsal, or go ahead without you. “Let me guess - you couldn’t find her?” He uttered, whilst in the process of lighting a cigarette, and Rose would shake her head, whilst a pained expression began to cross her face again; she couldn’t believe she’d let you slip away like that, and now there was a possibility that she could lose you, if you decided to try and take your life like you had tried to a few times, before she’d met you, and before you’d both started secretly seeing one another. “Well, shit,” he remarked, but would manage to catch himself before he could begin ranting at the group, especially when he noticed the look on Rose’s face, and could tell she didn’t need another of his angry speeches right now, so instead he would take out another cigarette from the packet whilst the one he’d lit was being held in his mouth, before offering it to her, assuming she needed it, and she would hesitantly accept it from him shakily, before nodding her thanks to him after he’d lit it for her. “She’ll be fine,” he continued, before turning partially to the others - Joel and Eddie (Eddie is Rod’s brother, and the drummer of the band) - and forcing a smile, “what do you wanna do, gang? The next show’s tomorrow night, and we’re missing our bassist - do we wait, or start without her?”

“If she even comes back,” Rose mustered feebly, whilst tears began to cloud her vision again, and she would then have to bite down a little on her bottom lip to stop it from trembling, before she bowed her head, and Suki would try and provide comfort to her by hooking a reassuring right arm over her shoulder, “I should have.. I should have told her the truth - she probably hates me now-”

“She couldn’t hate you,” Suki contradicted gently, “she probably just needs a little time to think about things, and then she’ll come back, I promise.”

Rose would then find herself beginning to panic again, whilst even managing to imagine the possibility that you could be laying in a pool of your own blood right now, prompting Rose to turn to Suki whilst her tears managed to escape, and stream down her cheeks. “What if she doesn’t? W-What if she’s-..” She then found she couldn’t take it anymore as she began to break down, a strained sob managing to escape her lips, and Suki would ease her into a hug, whilst silently hoping you weren’t, herself, as you’d both also been good friends since you’d first joined the band.

As if on cue, you appeared at the end of the hallway, dragging yourself toward the lobby, and you would falter as soon as you noticed the others waiting for you; you didn’t think they would, and would begin to feel guilty for disappearing like you had when you could see that Rose was crying, whilst also finding yourself wondering why she’d bother worrying over a nobody like you, even prompting you to believe that maybe she wasn’t crying about you, prompting your heart to sink a little as you considered all the other possible reasons why. As soon as Suki had noticed you, she’d express relief, and then smile in your direction. “She’s not,” she cooed, “because she’s back.”

Rose would then instantly turn to face you, once Suki had released her from her embrace, before rushing up to you, and throwing her arms around you. At first, you would tense up, not expecting her to be happy that you were okay, but would then soon melt into her embrace shortly after, before returning the hug, and burying your face into the crook of her neck whilst you found yourself beginning to cry alongside her. “I’m so sorry,” she managed, her voice shaky, and muffled against your right shoulder, and you would shake your head, not wanting her to feel as if she should apologise, when you believed everything that had happened recently to be your fault, “I-.. I shouldn’t have let it happen, I know; I just.. I..”

You would then falter, before nodding gravely, and assuming she didn’t love you again. “N-No, it’s my fault,” you murmured, before escaping her embrace, though you wanted nothing, but to remain within her arms, and she would feel empty all of a sudden, alongside you, prompting her glistening and sore eyes to silently plead with your’s, “it’s - l-like you said, earlier - just because.. we were tired, and I was still.. high, I guess, if.. if being high is.. is like being in love with someone, and.. having them not feel the same way, for you.” She would falter alongside you, before shaking her head subconsciously, whilst soon finding herself trying not to cry again. “Whilst I was-.. elsewhere,” you began again quietly, “I.. I was thinking m-maybe.. maybe it would be better if I.. quit.”

That was it - the moment that Rose found herself beginning to break down completely; she couldn’t believe it; that you wanted to leave, after everything you’d both been through together, recently; all the memories you’d both made together, and she couldn’t hold herself back any longer as she suddenly pushed you gently, as she had no intention of trying to hurt you, surprising you, but you wouldn’t blame her; you never could, feeling as if you were the only one to blame for everything that had been going on recently. “What the fuck?” She replied, and you would bow your head, trying not to feel guilty, and change your mind, as you knew she’d be happier without you, and that things would probably just get worse, if you decided to stay. “Are you serious?” She questioned, and you would nod, whilst staring down at your feet, and she would shake her head again; she couldn’t let you leave; she just couldn’t, as she honestly couldn’t imagine her life without you in it. “Is this what you wanted, all along?” She hissed, and you would hesitantly glance up at her again, whilst the others awkwardly looked around the room. Rod would then clear his throat, but Rose would ignore him. “To make me fall in love with you, and - and then - then just fucking leave, as if it never happened? As if I meant nothing to you?” She clarified, and you would grimace, before looking away again; you thought it had been the other way around, as you’d been feeling as if you meant nothing to her, recently; that everything you’d both done together had simply just been for fun, and not because she felt the same way, for you, when she always had, unbeknownst to you, now, ever since you’d both first met, and she’d invited you to join the band with her and the others. “Do you really expect me to be okay with that?” She added, and you would simply shrug, whilst the tears began to force their way down your cheeks again.

“I guess I just.. thought it wouldn’t mean anything,” you answered truthfully, and she would scoff, before shaking her head; she couldn’t believe you, “that maybe you’d.. be happier, if I weren’t in the way anymore.”

“Why would you ever think something like that?” She pried, and would wince when she noticed that some other people who had recently joined the room were now watching, with skeptical looks on their faces, and she would then bow her head a little, before she shook it timidly, whilst cursing herself for what she was doing. You knew, though, that she was worried again, about what the people watching would think of you both, as well as about what they might do - terrified, even, that they might try and hurt you for whatever crazy reason; she didn’t care if they tried to hurt her, just you; she couldn’t let anything happen to you, and knew that she’d never be able to forgive herself if she did. “Y’know what? Fine,” she spat, and you would then look back at her, when you felt able, with a hurt look on your face; you’d looked over at the group of people after you’d noticed her glancing over at them like she had, “leave, I - I meant what I said, Y/n, what happened meant nothing, I don’t feel anything for you anymore.”

You would nod gravely, before looking away again, whilst wondering why you hadn’t just taken your life, earlier, like you’d been considering doing a lot recently. “Fine, I will,” you uttered, before turning, and walking away, prompting Rose to begin to panic again as she shook her head, before rushing after you, and catching your right arm.

“N-No, don’t, please, I’m so sorry-”

You would then hesitantly turn to face her, and she would then hold you at arm’s length so she could meet your gaze, and get lost in your eyes again, as she’d missed doing so recently. “So you want me to stay, now?” You interjected shakily, and she would nod, whilst her cheeks began to heat up, but you would try not to get your hopes up, though she was blushing. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Rose,” you expressed, and she would nod gravely again, “if - if you don’t love me, prove it to me; prove that you’ve never even felt at least something for me.” She would then nervously look over at the group of spectators again, and you would shake your head, not wanting her to feel as if she had to be worried about what they would think, anymore. “D-Don’t look at them,” you begged, desperate, “they don’t matter, just.. just look at me.” She would then glance back at you, and you would then timidly inch closer to her so you could try and provide comfort to her by connecting your forehead to her’s, and she would instantly relax, whilst beginning to feel as if it were now just you both who were in the room, prompting her heart to begin to race again alongside your’s. “Do.. Do you love Joel? Because if you do, t-then-.. that’s fine,” you mustered, not wanting to force her into anything; you only wanted her to be happy, even if it meant she could only be happy with someone else, and not you, though you knew you’d probably never be the same again if you lost her, “I’ll.. never bother you again, because-.. I love you, Rose, a-and.. all I want is for you to be happy, and if he makes you happy-”

Rose would then shake her head, before she lifted her right hand up to your left cheek, prompting you to fall quiet, whilst you subconsciously leaned into her touch, and found yourself getting lost in her icy blue eyes again. “Only you could ever make me happy,” she managed shakily, her voice close to a whisper, before she delicately connected her lips to your’s, and you would instantly melt into the kiss, whilst you both eased each other closer as soon as the kiss began to deepen, ignoring the hushed comments from the crowd of people who were watching you both together, until Rod cleared his throat again, prompting you both to begrudgingly end the kiss to look over at him.

“As much as I love a happy ending,” he began, “and think you’re both adorable together, I’m afraid we’ve still got a rehearsal to get underway, right? For the show tomorrow?”

You would wince, whilst Rose appeared disgruntled; she’d rather focus on you. “Fine,” she gave in, before glancing over at you again, and smirking, “don’t worry, it’ll be only you I ogle from now on, on and off the stage.”

You would suddenly appear elated, whilst remembering how much fun you’d both used to have together on the stage whenever you were engaging in unexpected duets and solos together, and how your heart would race, and you would feel warm and fuzzy whenever she was singing to you, and had occasionally been hugging you whilst she did. “Y-You mean - things’ll go back to the way they used to be?” You mused, and she would nod quickly, whilst fighting back a giggle; she found your reaction adorable, as well as amusing, evidently, and you would then throw your arms around her again, prompting her to return the hug immediately after you had. “We’ll do the best duet,” you remarked, and she would giggle, before nodding in agreement with you.

“And then we’ll end the show with me singing Anti-Everything - to you, this time,” she added, before delicately kissing you again, and you would revel in the fluttery feeling you were currently experiencing, “and every other time, I promise, because I’m never gonna let anyone separate us ever again, never.”

“I love you so much,” you expressed, and she would smile lovingly over at you, whilst her eyes began to glint alongside your’s, “and I always will, no matter what.”

“I love you, too,” she returned, “now let’s go - Rod’s looking impatient to get back to his whiskey-”

“Damn right I am,” he corroborated, before gesturing for them to follow him out of the hotel, and to the studio he’d rented upon the band’s arrival, and everything appeared to be going as splendidly as it had been, before, until one of the many interrupted, as well as threatened shows leading up to the band’s final one, after you’d found yourself almost overdosing as an attempt to take your own life again, but after you’d been found and saved by Rose, you found you couldn’t yet remember why, until she’d reluctantly decided to remind you of the fatal accident that she’d almost experienced that same night, due to a member of the audience’s unchecked gun, and evident disapproval of your and her love for one another being the reason why they’d decided to bring it, and tried to use it to kill you both.

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Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

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tisiphonewolfe · 1 year ago

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WIP Intro & Outro Songs

Thanks for the tag @author-a-holmes! Sorry it took a while to get to it. Honestly, it's because I spent so long chewing on it! It's a difficult question!

Tagging gently: @sam-glade @doublegoblin @indy-gray @captain-kraken

Now, fair warning before going into this: I love anime intros and outros. I can't help it. You're gonna have to deal with some anime from me here, at least for the Tectomancy Saga books.

Made With Crown and Claw

Intro:

For this, I'm nicking 'Paper Bouquet' by Mili as seen in 'The Executioner and her Way of Life'

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Outro:

This would be 'Daisy' by Stero Dive Foundation, as seen in Beyond the Boundary

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Bound by Stone and Blood

Intro

It was a difficult choice between this and 'Taiga yo Tomo ni Naite Kure' by Franchouchou . . . but that would be too much of a tonal shift. So it goes to Realize by Konomi Suzuki, as seen in Re:Zero

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Outro

This goes to 'Hajimari no Sokudo' by Sangatsu no Phantasia, from Kiznaiver

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As yet untitled third book in The Tectomancy Saga . . .

I don't know much about this one yet, but I know I'd steal 'Heaven's Falling Down' by Sana from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure for the Intro

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Naenia, Through Murder

Now for a change! I tend to imagine Naenia as a movie rather than a series, and I have some not-anime music I'd want to use for it!

Intro

I imagine this playing over a montage of Naenia going about her work as the grim reaper, to establish things. Here's 'Give It Up' by KC & The Sunshine Band

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Outro

And this would play over the final scene and credits. What else but '(Don't Fear) The Reaper' by Blue Oyster Cult?

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#writeblr #writeblr tag games #mwc&c #bbs&b #writing #writing fantasy #the tectomancy saga #made with crown and claw #writers of tumblr #Youtube

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shoggoth-the-bitch · 9 months ago

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Accomplice

I'm not ready for Daisy to die, please not!

Interesting? Another Desolation domain?

No! Don't tell me this man's kid is in this pile! Oh, good. That would be too sad for me to listen to right now.

You know what, I respect Derick. Good on you, my guy. Your buddy's dad is an abusive asshole, throw his corpse in a furnace. Screw him.

And then Daisy showed up and killed him. Not great.

Echo? Is that on purpose or because of Covid restrictions?

How many times HAS he been kidnapped at this point? I literally asked myself this question earlier today. If you count Daisy isn't it like four times now? Maybe five?

Daisy is here! That's bad but also yay Daisy is here?

Jon, maybe just let her do her thing... Um? Martin! Shut up dude!

I mean, I don't actually think there will be a better time than this. She's this apex hunter thing, I legit don't think you could get this close if she wasn't distracted... yet again the story agrees with me...

Guys, shut up! Daisy's gonna- well fuck!

Oh, she recognizes her! Oh hon, I'm so sad right now!

Called her partner! Oh! I'm actually tearing up! Are they actually gonna run off and be beasts together? That would almost be romantic. I'd be down with some lesbian monsters running around during the apocalypse.

No, okay. I get it but it's still quite sad.

I don't know if it's awful or even selfish for Jon to want Daisy to recognize him but I'm honestly glad Daisy's final moments weren't for him. Basira was the last person that truly matter to her, so much so that even the Hunt couldn't take it away. I honestly think it's right that she didn't really acknowledge anyone other than Basira here.

Oh, Jon, you didn't think to check? You know what, that's not actually surprising to me at this point...

Really?! Basira, hon, I love you but- this is a terrible idea but I get it, I GUESS! I get it, I do! She needs to be alone but seriously, this is such a bad choice!

Bye Basira, I'll miss you! Even if your VA had a REALLY bad mic for this episode.

I just gotta say, I like this series but if there's one thing that I hope the new series has really worked on, it's the sound effects. Those gunshots weren't great, and through out the series a lot of the sounds for people being attacked weren't really great either. I know the joke is "Leitner was brutally murdered with a pipe" but go back and actually listen to that scene. The sound effects for that "brutal pipe murder" left a lot to be desired, just as they did here...

#the magnus archives #tma #live blogging #episode 179

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saetgvia · 1 year ago

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fandoms

Gossipgirl27 aight, what we doing in the holidays?

Dazed what makes you think we're doing anything?

Gossipgirl27 well ik u and hazel are gonna do smthn

Dazed of course we are

SweetPeach hello hello i heard my name

Alexpress you're still sweetpeach? aww luv u <333

SweetPeach changed their name to i hate u

Earthquake what-

Alexpress now im sad T-T

Dazed emo alex lmao

Aminiemeenie too chaotic, im out

Aminiemeenie has left the chat

Dazed nOoOOOOo!!!!

Beanpole leave her be, daisy. she's complaining about u spamming her.

Earthquake wtf is going on someone explain- how did we go from holiday plans to this smh

Alexpress added GeorgeWasFound to the chat

GeorgeWasFound why am i here

Alexpress just to suffer~

GeorgeWasFound shut up alex

Alexpress no <3

i hate u so.. holiday plans?

GeorgeWasFound u guys are coming to oxford right?

Dazed i desperately need another murder to solve

Beanpole isn't having no murders a good thing-?

Gossipgirl27 not for daisy it isn't

Earthquake truer words were never spoken.

Beanpole stop quoting anne with an e i love that show too much to have u ruin it

Gossipgirl27 omg u too?!?!

Earthquake oh dear.. i have awoken the fandom-

Beanpole KDJFLKJLGKDFGJ HAVE U SEEN THAT SCENE WITH GILBERT

i hate u take it to dms girls.

#fandom #fanfic #murder most unladylike #mmymmu #mmu #daisy wells #hazel wong #alexander arcady #george mmu #kitty mmu #lavinia temple #beanie mmy #beanie mmu

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trashogram · 7 months ago

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Ok, more rambling about this Val/Charlie idea (bc I’ve been listening to the Poison remix) UNDER THE CUT.

Warnings - Discussions of multiple forms of SA, Violence, Drug-Use, Coercion in all forms, Degradation, Basically Enslavement, Unhealthy Mindsets, Peer Pressure, Self-Sabotage, Self-Afflicted Pushing Up Daisies Ideation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat applies to this no question.

If you come at me bc you read this and it upset you — despite the fact that I’ve hidden it, I’ve tagged it, I’ve explained the context multiple times, I’m adding onto a post that already exists so it lessens the possibility that it’s going to appear in a searchable tag beyond my blog, AND THIS BLOG IS NOT FOR MINORS — that is on you. I am dead fucking serious.

SO, hello 👋 If you made it past all that, welcome! The main points are here:

• Charlie finds out the full extent of Angel Dust’s contract/relationship with Valentino during the debacle in which she goes to Val’s Studio to get Angel time off

• Charlie is so horrified that she offers herself up as tribute

• I just need an excuse to have a scene like Ariel signing over her voice to Ursula but almost an inverse version — Charlie is desperate to get Angel TF outta there permanently and so basically sells herself in his place and bitch brainless Val actually does realize that it’s a good deal

• Time crunch happens — cue the dramatic lighting, the tension hooks, and Angel Dust screaming, sobbing, begging Charlie to not do this bc he’s “not worth it”

• But see Charlie is a powerful being, so crossing out Anthony’s name and writing her own isn’t quite enough to seal the deal and make the pink chains around Angel’s neck disappear and reappear on her own. No, no, she and Val need to shake on it. • It actually gives Val a head rush to have someone technically more powerful than him submit via the handshake and it fucking hurts Charlie to submit to basically being his property (and she actually CANT submit fully, but that comes into play later).

• Angel Dust is terminated effective immediately bc Val’s got a brand new shiny toy double platinum and he’s taking her straight to the top of his penthouse - work day over everyone get the fuck out

• Angel is nearly catatonic when Alastor and the Little Egg Boi who could find him (bc we’re fucking w the timeline) and Alastor is actually a bit stunned when he manages to get it out of Angel what happened

• It actually gets under our resident radio demon’s skin, not just because it’s exceedingly stupid to the point of ruin, not just bc it’s a huge impediment to Charlie’s hotel that Alastor is hosting, but because Alastor murdered men who took advantage of women during his time (and after). He has a fucked up code of ethics (and he’s also on a literal and metaphorical leash to protect the princess despite the fact that no one knows that).

• Vaggie and Charlie aren’t dating in this AU bc that would be too much heartbreak even for me dear god also they’re not the focus of this story as much as Charlie, Valentino and Angel are

• Alastor and Vaggie do come to a sort of understanding/partnership when it comes to getting Charlie the fuck out of there by any means necessary

• Angel is just fucked up. It takes a looooooong time for him to get himself together just enough to be coherent and join the crew to get Charlie back — saving her is gonna be what he “Lives for Tomorrow”.

• The Hotel is a gloom and doom mess.

• Meanwhile back at the ranch, Val shows off his new prize while interrupting Vox and Velvette’s work and they’re both actually in shock that this fucking happened bc holy fucking shit tho the princess may be a joke but she’s still the princess of Hell.

• Charlie is actually gonna be a bit OOC for the sake of not destroying her entirely bc canon!Charlie couldn’t handle standing her ground when Angel yelled at her — here she’s going to be actually quite good at convincing Val (and Vox and Velvette) that she’s worth more kept close to the chest than used like Angel in adult films and prostitution (this does not reflect any opinions I personally have on sex work none of this does it’s all fiction it’s all for the plot)

• Charlie manipulates Val once she gets what a pissy manbaby he really is — it’s hard to balance reminding herself to be both agreeable and relate to the pimp while being aware of how awful he is and what he did to Angel as well as others

• Valentino is crude, disgusting, uses violence in every form to get what he wants or just for fun, and initially delights in humiliating Charlie by parading her around in practically nothing and degrading her in public

• But Charlie is stalwart, leans so deeply into her predisposition to being kind and empathetic, that she irks him. She convinces him of things and makes him question himself constantly the longer he has her around

• Yes, they have a sexual relationship. Yes, Charlie does drugs with Val at his insistence. Yes, she pretends to think and act like him at times to appease him — abuse victims do this just to survive (take it from one herself).

• At the same time she can barely eat, she’s constantly puking and crying in odd places so Vox doesn’t catch on

• Debating on if Charlie is able to still communicate with the Hazbin crew or not — if so, she has to take key notes and tips from Angel on how to placate and appeal to Valentino (Valentino Must Die)

• But if you saw her and Val together after a time, you’d believe he’s changed her into a true demonic force to frighten all — her persona changes from the cheerful, overly optimistic young woman with dreams to a slave to demure seductress-looking time with that follows Valentino in clothes as ridiculous and luxurious as his

•In reality, Val needs to cuddle her at night and listen to her sing him to sleep and take baths with him and always fawn over him and tell him that she loves him as many times as he wants her to

• It gets to a point where Valentino imagines himself as the King of Hell with Charlotte by his side as his Queen — and Vox is so fucking weirded out bc this delusion of grandeur is enormous even for Val (but Val is convinced it’s jealousy and spite bc he won’t share Charlie with the flatscreen)

• It culminates in Charlie and Angel watching Valentino’s world crumble around him when she leaves (assuming Lucifer again comes in with the clutch dissolves it he contract bc he should be able to fucking do that, or Alastor and Lilith get to it before him, or Vaggie somehow reconnects with Heaven and convinces them to break this up for whatever reason).

• Debating on if Valentino gets to be tortured for the rest of eternity in a Prometheus kind of situation - dude is picked apart every second of every day for all time forever or if he’s just smited along with the other Vees.

Anyway, lemme know your thoughts if you want, or don’t. Thanks for reading if this floats your boat.

🐐🖤

Ok, this would be kind of out there but also compelling to me (and probably only me):

I really just want a fic where Charlie takes over Angel’s contract with Valentino and brings the fucker to heel. I think it would be so interesting to read Charlie managing to break him and bring him to his lowest, even if it’s thru perceived kindness.

Like I fucking LOVE stories where the protagonist changes a monster into someone who can genuinely feel love and remorse but the kicker would be that Val does change and fall in love… only for Charlie to completely crush him, heart and soul, with a “if only someone out there loved you” and revealed that he does nothing but disgust her and she hates his fucking guts and makes him (un)live with the pain and consequences and he’s never the same — until she and Angel murder him ruthlessly.

Ugh, it’d be so good.

#tw valentino #dead dove do not eat #dark fic idea #Tw Charlie/Val

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aimless-imagines-for-fun · 3 years ago

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The Daisy and The Savior

Part ONE of The Soldat and The Flower :: TWO , THREE , FOUR , FIVE

Pairing :: Soldat!Bucky Banres x Petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: DARK THEMES, Mentions of Abuse, Suicidal Behavior, Slight Possessive Behavior. It will get darker as this continues and there will eventually be 18+ Content/SMUT.

Word Count :: 1,557

Summary :: The Girl thinks she’s found her Savior.

A/N :: I KNOW I’VE BEEN GONE FOREVER BUT I SUDDENLY HAD THIS IDEA AND I REALLY WANTED TO DO IT. I also have other stuff I’m working on I PROMISE. I’m just super busy rn with life. Anyway enjoy.

I am planning on making this a series, I don’t know how often I’ll update it, but I am gonna finish it goddamn it.

With a feeble voice, The Girl called out to the blur she saw in the distance. “...please… make it end…”

Seeing the figure slowly approach, she believed her prayers had finally been answered. As the footsteps grew louder, so did the rustic stench of blood that she was all too familiar with.

The figure stopped only a few inches away from the girl, bending down to meet her eye level. Due to the poor lighting in her room, she wasn’t able to clearly make out what her savior looked like. Unable to make out any facial features because of a black mask and his long dark hair covering his face, along with his all black apparel, she could only presume he was the grim reaper. After all, she awoke to the blood-curdling screams of her abusers, pitifully weeping for mercy.

“...please…” The Girl begged, using what little strength she had to lift her hand and reach out to him, “...kill me… end my suffering…”

The Soldat stared at her, his grip on his blade tightening as he watched her. He had never seen someone so hopeless, someone so weak. For once, he felt remorse for killing an innocent, whose only crime was witnessing a scene they should not have. Especially since it was clear The Girl had been through so much already.

The Soldat raised his weapon ready to strike down and pierce her heart, only to stop and slowly lower his hand. His entire being stunned at the sight before him.

The Girl, in hopes of finally dying, gave her savior a delicate smile, tears of joy rolling down the sides of her face.

Ever only being met with dread and anger, he had never witnessed someone truly happy by his presence.

Feeling a cool touch against her cheek, The Girl believed death was finally embracing her, unable to realize instead it was a metallic hand wiping away her tears.

The Soldat stayed there with her until The Girl eventually fell unconscious on her hard dingy mattress. After, he gently lifted her off the bed with far too much ease. She weighed as light as a feather to him.

When he turned to exit, he finally took notice of her poor living conditions. The room only had one small window in the corner just below the ceiling, barely letting in any light. There was nothing in the cold room beside her bed, and she didn’t even have a blanket or pillow.

He didn’t understand why he was taking her. He never wanted anything, he never needed anyone. Though, for some reason, he wanted to see her smile again because of him. He needed her to need him. It was an inexplicable primal instinct he was having. To protect a being as frail and fragile as her.

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Upon returning to Hydra, everyone stared at The Soldat with wide eyes, perplexed as to why he had brought The Girl. The room remained silent after one of the guards had spoken a bit too loudly and received a murderous glare from The Soldat. He was worried the slightest squeak would wake her up and it was clear she needed rest.

Finally, the commander in charge entered the room with a doctor and a few additional guards.

“What the hell-”

Not liking the volume of his voice, The Soldalt took a step forward, glaring at The Commander. The guards raised their guns.

The Doctor took a step closer to The Commander, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Perhaps you should use a softer tone so as to not disturb the girl’s sleep,” He whispered.

The Commander took in a deep breath, calming himself before speaking again. “Soldat, why did you bring her here?”

He was met with silence, The Soldat unable to answer because truthfully, he didn’t know as to why himself.

The Commander let out a gruff. “Give her to the guards so we can take care of her.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No.” His grip on The Girl tightened.

“Soldat, I order you-”

“She’s mine.”

Now, it was The Commander’s turn to be silent. The Soldat could see the rage build-up on his face until The Doctor whispered in his ear.

“Fine. You may keep her,” He told him before walking away.

The Doctor, with a single guard, approached The Soldat and The Girl.

“May I please take the girl so I can examine her?”

Hesitant to trust, The Soldat gave The Doctor a weary look.

“I promise, I mean no ill-intent. I merely want to help her. Look at her Soldat.”

It was then he finally examined her physical state. She was far too skinny, peaky, and had bruises all over her body except her face. There was dried blood on her, along with rotting smell he only now noticed as she hadn’t been clean for a while.

His grip loosened and he handed The Girl over. The Doctor thanked him before walking away, being able to feel The Soldat stare at him as he left with her.

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Slowly, The Girl stirred in bed, unused to the softness having gotten used to her old firm springy one. She tried to open her eyes, wincing seeing a blinding bright light until her eyes could adjust. She sat up, noticing her wounds were bandaged and she was wearing a new clean white dress that ended just above her knees.

‘Am I dead?’ She wondered before looking around.

All she saw in the room was a table with two chairs, an open door revealing a small bathroom, and a closed door on the opposite wall. There wasn’t a single window in the room. The joy she felt before her sleep completely left her. Her heart thumping rapidly as she darted off the bed, to the closed door.

Grabbing the handle and turning it, she found it was locked.

“No… No no no, please,” She cried, futilely banging and trying to turn open the doorknob.

She continued until she slowly gave up, falling to her knees as she cried.

After some time had passed, she went back to the bed, laying down facing the wall as she wondered what new torture she’d be forced to endure. After all she had been through, there was a part of The Girl that was hopeful it wouldn’t be too painful. Seeing she was given a far more comfortable bed, blankets, pillows, and her wounds had been treated, she assumed whoever had her now somewhat cared about her well-being.

She heard the locks on the door unlock, followed by the twisting of the doorknob, the door opening and then closing to be locked again.

She didn’t get up, even when she heard the footsteps of someone approaching her. She closed her eyes, hoping the person who entered would assume she was asleep and leave.

Unfortunately, the person sat down on the bed and started stroking her cheek. She felt the cold touch again along with betrayal.

Her eyes shot open and she turned to lay on her back so she could see who had sat on the bed.

“It’s you.”

She faintly recognized his appearance from before but had remembered his metallic touch from before. With his mask off and the far better lighting, she was able to properly make out his features. He was slightly scruffy-looking, but still rather handsome. His face was expressionless, and he had an intimidating aura about him, especially with his metal arm. Still, The Girl managed to find a hint of worry in his blue eyes as he stared at her.

The Soldat was expecting her to smile as she had done before. Instead, her face scrunched up, expressing how pained she was to still be breathing. He felt hurt seeing her hurt.

“Why? Why didn’t you kill me?”

Having plenty of time to think, he answered. “I want you to be mine.”

The Soldat laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her. He embraced her firmly so she would know he wouldn’t let her go. He pet the back of her head so she would know he cared about her.

Tired of crying, The Girl accepted the man she had hoped was her savior was now her imprisoner. She closed her eyes, knowing she was powerless.

Instead of praying for someone to free her though, she prayed The Soldat would be gentle with her.

Again, he watched her drift off. Her pained expression was now gone, being replaced by a calm resting face. Carefully, he leaned his face into hers, almost kissing her forehead before he paused.

What on earth was he doing?

Tentatively, he pulled away, resting his chin on top of her head. Being so close to her, and now that she was clean, he smelled a faint floral scent. An image of The Girl surrounded by daisies, reaching her hand out to him as he drifted off himself.

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The Commander stared at The Doctor with his arms crossed, a scowl on his face. “Why the hell should we let him keep her, Kreischer?”

Kreischer gave him a small shrug. “I see no harm in letting him. Besides, it’s clear he has an attachment to the girl. We can use that to our advantage in controlling him. She might have some potential.”

“She better.”

“Relax, Kuryakin. Why shouldn’t we let the Soldat have a little flower?”

#winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier fanfic #winter soldier fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #soft dark!bucky barnes #soft dark!bucky barnes x reader #soldat x reader #soldat!bucky barnes #soldat!bucky barnes x reader #the soldat and the flower

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write-orflight · 4 years ago

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The Fraction of Innocence.

**Gif Not Mine**

Anon Requested: 10, 16, and 25 for the smutty prompts thing!!!

10: “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you donna do about it?’

16: “the only way you are gonna get off is on my thigh.”

25: “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

Pairings: SpencerXReader

Rating: M, (This is very explicit.)

Words: 4K

Warnings: NSFW!!! 18+ (Dom!Spencer, BDSM overtones, sexual conduct, fingering, bondage, etc.)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Spencer thinks Y/N is an innocent, naive girl until a case reveals her extracurricular activities.

Spencer had been back from jail for 2 months when he first met her.

At first he didn’t think anything of her, other than the faint smell of vanilla and daisy as she walked past him in the bullpen and the bright smile that seemed to take up half her face. She was carrying files close to her chest like a schoolgirl late to class and the skirt of her white dress bellowed softly behind her as she made her way to Emily’s office.

“Who is that?” He had asked.

Luke looked up to where Spencer’s gaze was. “Oh, that’s Y/N, she's a tech analyst helping Penelope out right now. She’s sweet, you’ll like her.”

It doesn’t take Spencer long after that to decide he, in fact, does not like you. There was nothing wrong with you. Luke was right, you were sweet, almost sickeningly so. It was like you had no concept of reality. You lived in this world of all sunshine and good things despite the horror that crossed your screen daily. And while Penelope was the same, she at the very least knew how bad the world could be and chose to see the good in it. You didn’t, it was like you’d never had a single bad thing happen to you. And Spencer, who had been dealt the bad hand so many times in life hated that.

It also didn’t help that you were gorgeous too. You looked like an artist sculpted you himself to make the perfect woman. Real People weren’t supposed to look like that. Real people were supposed to have flaws and blisters. Real people were supposed to look tired so early in the morning not fully awake and smiling while handing everyone in the office a coffee. He didn’t understand how you could be real.

“Here you go, Spencer. Americano lots of sugar.” You said, placing the coffee on his desk.

“Thank you.” He mumbles.

“We have a case, by the way.” You giggle, going off to hand Luke his coffee before walking away to the conference room. Spencer was barely able to keep his eye roll at bay.

Luke sees that and laughs, clapping Spencer on the back. “Come on, kid. Play nice.”

“She’s giggling about a murder case.” Spencer grumbles before following him into the conference room.

“3 women have been murdered in Queens. Judging by the scars, they were all bound and strangled before finally being dumped in an alley.” Garcia says, as she goes through the slides, showing the crime scenes. “Police need our help finding the connection between these three women because right now, it looks like there is none.”

“I’d say.” Tara speaks up. “We have a waitress/student, a doctor, and a paralegal. All living in different areas of the city with virtually no reason to interact.”

Spencer looks down at his file, examining the picture when he notices something. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you clear your throat.

“Umm, Emily?” You say from your seat right across from Spencer. Emily looks up inquisitively at you. “I think I know what connects them.”

“What’s that, Y/N?” Emily asks, raising a brow at her.

You clear your throat again. “Victim #2, Rebecca Belfront, has a Padlock collar necklace on in her second picture. That’s typically used to indicate she’s a submissive with a committed dominant partner. But she wasn’t wearing it when her body was found which makes me think that that relationship recently ended. That made me look at the marks on their arms. While there are some new ones from the murders, they all have faded marks around the wrist and body as well. Leads me to believe the bounding was er-... consensual. We should probably look into New York’s BDSM scene.” You close, smiling awkwardly.

Spencer looks at you in shock. He, of course, had come to the same conclusion you did and had been about to say that but he, at least, knew why he knew that. Why did you know that?

Emily hummed thoughtfully. “It’s worth looking into. Do you mind coming to NY with us? Your insight might be needed.”

You look kind of shocked at that but nod. “Of course, whatever I can do to help.” You say, softly.

“Great, Wheels up in 30.” She says, getting up, effectively ending the meet. Spencer watches you speed after her, files in hand to ask some more questions. Spencer’s walking back to his desk when Luke catches up with him.

“Y/N has a dark side. Who knew?” He says, smirking.

“Probably not.” Spencer muses. “She could’ve just known that. I mean, I just know stuff sometimes too.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. Her body language gave her away. She was flushing and stuttering sure, but she was confident in what she was saying. Almost as if, she was speaking from experience.” Luke laughs. “She may be all lollipops and candy bars here, but I bet behind closed doors, she’s handcuffs and gags.”

Spencer hums. “Maybe.” He says looking up to watch you walk back across the catwalk from Prentiss’ office. Luke was right though, your body language did give you completely away that you were talking from experience. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder just how much.

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When you arrive in New York, You head straight from the jet to the Police Station in Queens. You fiddle with your thumbs a bit, you are nervous.

“You ok?” Spencer says, from his spot in front of the bulletin board he was setting up. You were supposed to be helping him but you knew Spencer was particular about some things so you let him do it. In fact, there were a lot of things you’d let Spencer do. With you, to you, you weren’t picky. The man was gorgeous enough to make you nervous. With his lean muscles, long, fluffy hair, and large hands, he looked like something that walked right out of a wet dream of yours. Which sometimes, he was just that. You weren’t stupid though, you knew Spencer didn’t think of you that way. In fact, you didn’t think Spencer thought of you in any way. He seemed to ignore you anyway he could.

You look up from your laptop. “Oh yea, I’m fine. I’m just...nervous. I’ve never been in the field.”

“Chances are you won’t be, Emily will probably keep you in the Station if she can help it.” Spencer provides.

“I know, it’s just-- you know what I mean.” You say, Spencer nods before returning to the bulletin board. You stand to look at the map with him. “So, from what I was able to find there’s only 3 BDSM clubs in Queens but there’s only one in the middle of where the three women were found. Place called Cat’s Cradle.”

Spencer hums. “How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.” You look up at the man, recognizing the quote.

“There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.” You say back, shrugging.

“You read Vonnegut?” He asks.

“You said that like you’re more surprised that I can read than what I read being Vonnegut.” You say, Spencer shrugs not even denying it. God, he was such a dick sometimes. A hot dick, but a dick nonetheless.

The two of you turn when you hear a knock at the door to see the lead detective coming in to check on you guys. “Just wanted to see how things were coming along. Also see if you guys needed anything?” Though he only directed the question at you with a sly smirk on his face. Men were so obvious sometimes.

“Nope, we’re fine.” You smile although you didn’t want to. “We’ve narrowed down to a couple BDSM clubs so hopefully we’ll catch our guy soon.”

“Wait, you think these girls were…” He trails off. You nod, knowing what he was thinking. “Well, it probably serves them right.”

“Excuse me?” You say.

“Listen, I know what kind of girls go into those kinds of clubs. If they want to be sexual deviants, they can’t be surprised when shit like this happens to them.” He gestures to the board.

“Actually more women are into Dominant/Submissive as well as BDSM relationships than you would think, statistically 85%.” Spencer cuts him off. “These clubs are just commonplace for them to meet like minded people just like you would do in any other club and they should be put on trial after their deaths for trusting the wrong person. If you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to work, Detective.” He says, turning back towards the board. The man nods and leaves shortly after that.

“Thank you.” You say, softly.

“What for?” Spencer asks.

“Come on, I work with profilers and I’m not stupid. I know you guys know about me so thank you for defending me just now.”

“I wasn’t defending you.” Spencer says. “He was making inappropriate comments about victims and we don’t need that outdated way of thinking working on this case. Besides…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “You’re not the only one with… unconventional extracurriculars.” He turns and walks out after that leaving you watching after him.

What?

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After delivering the profile, you find the Unsub, a man named Ivan Parke. The only thing left to do was find the best way to snuff him out. When the team is discussing the next best course of action. It’s then Luke comes up with the idea.

“We should send Y/N undercover.” He says. “She knows the profile and knows the most about the scene.”

Emily nods. “Is that something you’re comfortable with, Y/N.”

You look up. “Oh, um yea. I’d have to find a different outfit but you have to send someone with me.” You say, everyone looks at you confused so you sigh and explain yourself. “If you send me into a club like this, in a foreign place with no Dom, the Unsub isn’t going to be my only worry. Someone’s going to have to play my dominant.”

“I’ll do it.” Spencer speaks up. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting Spencer to agree to it, you assumed you’d be stuck with Luke. Now you’re going to have to spend the night with the man you’d been crushing on since you started working with the BAU as his submissive. Like that wasn’t a dream come true.

“Great.” Emily says, dismissing everyone and handing you an expense credit card for an outfit. You take it and leave immediately, ignoring the sly look Spencer gives you.

You ended with a short, low-cut black leather dress with tank-like sleeves that showed off your curves and left very little to the imagination. As well as a clear pair of platform heels. You pulled your hair back into a sleek ponytail and you topped the look with your own personal leather choker with a large circle knob in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces to wear though you never really got a chance to wear it unless you were going to clubs, which you didn’t do as often these days. It was an expensive piece sure, but so worth it when you got to wear it. You were doing your makeup a little darker then you usually do in the bathroom when Spencer comes in.

“Is this how you typically look on the weekends?” He asks, standing behind you in the mirror. You look up to look him in the eyes through it.

“If I have the time.” You shrug.

“It’s very different. You’re very different from how I thought you were.”

“And how did you think I was, Spencer?”

“Naive...innocent.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed anything about me.” You say, turning towards the man.

“Maybe you’re right… That’s an expensive piece.” He points out pointing to your choker. “Emily’s going to have fun explaining that at the next budgetary hearing.”

“I didn’t buy it today.” You explain. “It’s mine.”

Spencer hums for a moment before lifting his hand to turn your jaw, examining the piece. You can’t help the way your breath hitches at the contact. Spencer was already so close to you and now he was touching you, it was already starting to be too much. Soon, Spencer is hooking two fingers into the circle knob of your choker and he yanks it. Involuntarily, a whimper falls from your lips, prompting a smirk from the man across from you.

“Tonight’s going to be fun.” He says before leaving you in the bathroom in a state of shock.

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After getting your comms set up by Luke, who tried to avert his eyes from your frame as much as possible, you and Spencer walk into the Cat’s Cradle. Typically you didn’t like the club scene, but you sometimes liked to venture out when looking for a new partner. Cat’s Cradle was definitely different than the other places you had been. Sure it still had the private rooms and the main stage where a scene was happening in front of you but it was a lot more laid back than the ones you went to in DC. Spencer was really enjoying his role too. Probably hamming it up too much because he knew there was a part of you that actually wanted him to. In the end, finding Ivan Parke was easy. He took the bait almost instantly and you were arresting him just as fast.

“Great work tonight guys.” Emily says, when you reach the hotel lobby. “Jet’s leaving at 7AM so make sure to get some rest.” She says, dismissing you.

Now begged a tricky situation because you had almost forgotten you and Spencer were rooming together. As you walked back to the room together the air was thick but both of you were silent. The tension had been building between the two of you since he yanked your choker in the station bathroom. You knew it was a matter of time. The dam had to break.

“You can shower first.” Spencer says. You nod, taking off your choker and grabbing clothes before taking solace in the bathroom. You wanted Spencer and you knew you needed to expedite this. After a much needed shower, you change into your pajama shorts and tank combo. Spencer steps into the shower almost as soon as you leave it. It’s then that you think of the perfect plan. You lay on the bed and spread your legs before slipping a hand down your shorts. You tease yourself at first, rubbing your clit through your underwear while you thought about the events of the night. How Spencer had been so authoritative. How his hand slid to the small of your back and sometimes ghosted your ass as the two of you walked around the club. How he had been so close in the bathroom. The way he yanked you closer. A small moan escaped you as you slid your hand in your underwear. Soon you hear the bathroom door open. Spencer stops short, watching you before leaning on the frame.

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“Yes.” You answer. “Are you gonna to do something about it?”

“Should I? Instead of telling me what you want you decide to act like a brat and do this.”

Spencer moves closer to the bed but doesn’t do anything, just continues to watch you so you decide to give him a show. Moaning loudly as you slide a digit inside of you. Spencer looks at you with hooded eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you.

“I think you’re going to give me what I want.” You say, smirking.

“And why’s that?” He says.

“You’re already weak.” You say.

“I’m weak, pretty girl?” He asks, incredulously. Before you know it, he’s ripping your hand out of your pants and crowding in the space between your legs forcing you to sit up and look at him. “You’re in here touching yourself to the thought of me like a horny teenager and I’m the one who’s weak? Ok.” He sits back and pulls you by your hips to sit on top of his lap, your legs straddling one of his thighs. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, ok?” He tells you, starting to move your hips. You moan, nodding your head as the friction makes its way through your core. Spencer lifts your shirt off you and smirks when his eyes land on your bare breast. He leans forward to catch your left nipple in his mouth. Your back arches as you grind harder against his thigh. Your hands fly up to start unbuttoning his shirt when he stops you.

“Did I say you could touch yet, princess?” He asks.

“N-No, sir.” You stutter.

“Then keep your hands to yourself.” He says, putting your hands back to your side. He does indulge you by taking his shirt off himself. But that doesn’t help you keep your hands to yourself. You saw the lean muscle and craved to mark it up with your nails. Your hands go up to touch him again but he stops you.

“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to tie you up, Princess. Just be good, baby.”

You were already close before but now with Spencer’s hands and mouth everywhere and constant friction on your sex it was damn near pushing you off the edge.

“I’m gonna come.” You tell him, he grips your hips tighter, lifting his leg slightly so he was only rubbing against your clit. That makes you moan out loudly.

“Go ahead, Princess. Cum for me.” He says, and that was all you needed to fall right over the edge. Your legs shake and convulse as Spencer grips your hips help you ride it out. Soon you come down panting and he’s kissing into your neck. He pulls back and grips your jaw.

“Still think I’m weak, Princess?” He asks.

You knew it was unwise. In fact, you tried to stop yourself before you did it but it was too late. You reared your hand back and slapped Spencer across the cheek. Not hard enough to be seen as anything malicious but sharp enough to throw him off, like he couldn’t believe you had done it.

“Yes I do.” You say looking him in the eyes after. Something like a switch went off because there was no other way to describe the look he gave you other than feral and fully primitive. He pushes you off him.

“Get on your hands and knees, now.” He says, menacingly. You scramble and run to get into the position. Once in, Spencer forces your knees further apart. He angrily takes his belt off his pants before fashioning them into a makeshift cuff and pulling your wrist so they’re tied behind your back, leaving you face down into the mattress. He slides your shorts and underwear off in one go. You yelp loudly when the first slap comes to your behind. When the second and third slap comes, you try to squeeze your legs together to get some form of friction but Spencer forces your knees further apart. You moan out when you feel a digit slide against your folds. You try to push back on it but Spencer holds your hips in place.

“P-Please.” you stutter.

“What do you want, Princess?” He says, sliding a second digit inside you making you cry out more.

“Please, fuck me, Spencer.” You say, and you really didn’t have to ask twice because almost as soon as you ask Spencer’s hands leave you to finish unbuckling his pants. There’s a brief moment of calm, so calm that you almost think Spencer wasn’t going to give you what you want but that calm is interrupted by Spencer slamming into, no warning. You scream out but that’s only rewarded with your head being shoved more into the mattress to muffle your cries. Spencer’s hands are pulling on your cuffs so he is almost impossibly deep inside you. You moans start to get louder and louder. Suddenly, Spencer is pulling you up so you’re both sitting up, your back against his chest. One of his hands slides to grip around your neck while the other is moving to circle your clit. The hand around your neck tilts your jaw back so you’re looking up at the man behind you.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Open your mouth, Princess.” He orders, which you do instantly sticking your tongue out. Spencer leans forward and spits into your waiting mouth before locking his mouth with yours. His hand squeezes your neck tighter as you moan into his mouth as he starts fucking you faster, his dick hitting your g-spot almost every thrust. It’s not long before you’re just babbling, not even able to string a coherent sentence together.

“You gonna come for me, Princess?” He asks. You nod, moaning loudly. At this point, you knew there was no way the person in the room next to you guys didn’t hear you. You could only hope that it wasn’t one of the team. “Go ahead for me, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” After that, it doesn’t take long before you’re falling over the edge, shaking all the while. Spencer fucks you through it before tightening his grip on your hips to bend you back forwards so your face is back on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast before falling over the edge himself, moaning your name.

The two of you say nothing as he unties you. When he does, you instantly flop down on your back, breathing heavily. Spencer wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom. For a moment you think he’s just leaving you like this, that you were foolish to think Spencer cared anything about you but in that moment he comes back with a wet cloth and ointment. He says nothing as he wipes between your legs before tossing the towel aside. You watch him with a smirk on your face as he rubs the ointment on the red marks the red cuffs made on you.

He looks you in the eye. “What, Y/N?”

“What happened to Princess?” You say, Spencer just looks at you with a bored expression which only makes you smile more. “Now’s probably a good time for you to ask me to dinner.”

Spencer chuckles lightly at that. “You don’t want to go to dinner with me.”

“I’m almost positive I do. Why would you say that?” You ask.

Spencer looks you in the eyes at that moment. “I’m not-Y/N, I’m not like you.”

“Like me?”

“I’m not able to be cheery and smiley. I can’t float into rooms. I can’t be happy like you are, too much has happened to me. You deserve someone happy.”

“Spencer.” You say, looking him in the eyes. “You are not broken. You can be happy, it’s going to take time sure but I’m willing to be with you through that. If you want that.” You say.

Spencer nods. “Ok, Y/N.” he smiles.

“So….?”

He rolls his eyes at that. “What’re you doing next sunday?”

You smile, brightly. “Absolutely nothing.”

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years ago

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who would you cast in a love hypothesis adaptation? i have a feeling the casting is gonna be...not great.

Eh, I'm not gonna make assumptions until it happens. I by adaptations with a "wait and see, be realistic but optimistic until you know what you've got".

With that being said, at this point I have basically no idea. I just pictured Adam Driver for Adam because... how could you not. And Adam (Driver) is a very distinct looking person who basically no other guy in Hollywood resembles. Like, by sheer All Around Bigness (and I'm not even talking height, because there are guys taller than Adam in Hollywood, if not many--I'm talking body mass and The Spiritual Expression of Bigness) there are few men in the industry at the moment who can match Adam.

With Olive, I have less of an image because to me, Daisy Ridley has always been an innocuous stand in for projection, which is one reason why Reylo fic is so popular, imo. Are you picturing Rey, or are you picturing yourself? Daisy and Adam had chemistry, but he dominated the scenes that they were in together--elevated her, for sure, asked more of her, yes, but one of them was Acting and the other was acting. And nothing about her Look was particularly unique or strong, so it was easy for her to be anyone.

Now for meeeeeee the girl I shipped with everyone in Star Wars was Rose. And frankly, I'd love to see the world burn by merit of Kelly Marie Tran being cast as Olive, but that obviously can't happen. I could see Lana Condor in that role. Kylie Bunbury. I don't see why Olive has to be white. Or Adam (the scientist) for that matter. If they are both white, which is sadly not unlikely, I'd throw in two people who I know have chemistry--Nick Hoult an Elle Fanning. And bonus, he's actually a legit Tall Guy. If they felt like doing a romcom without murder (as opposed to what they do on The Great, which is a romcom with murder) I'd say go for them.

But yeah, at this point I don't have a super strong sense of who I'd want. Just make it better than The Hating Game casting.

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1. The whole scene with Timmy and herself falling into the boat. That wasn’t supposed to happen, so they both had to come up with lines on the spot.

Director kept that scene in (obviously)

2. Loud chewers or drinkers. (MOTHER-BROTHER DUDE THATS ANNOYING.)

3. Sometimes. Her mama taught her, so she taught her younger sister (Everlynn) and sometimes they dance.

4. Raine loves daisies, they (and roses) are her most favorite flowers on the planet. She’ll still a few in her hair/braid! (Rapunzel flashbacks)

5. She’s gonna be sick, but even more pissed off it was a murder case amongst the hunters.

Someone is going to die tonight.

BUG QUESTIONS/SCENARIOS!!!!

(I've got so much to ask, I'm so sorry (no I'm not))

1) Acting AU

Has your bug ever improvised a scene? If so what scene was it?

2) What's the 'silliest' thing that irritates your bug?

3) Can your bug dance? 🐛🕺<- I love this sm

If yes, where did they learn

If no, would they like to learn?

4) Daisy (Chez's youngest sister) comes running up to them and pushes a bunch of daisies into their hands

"You's nice, you take flowers for being nice"

She then runs away to get more daisies, gives you those flowers, goes to get more, repeat

5) You know I can't ask questions without some form of angst :3 (tw headless corpse ig)

(A/N bug is referring to your bug cba writing 'your bug' eveytime)

Your bug and Chester are out in the swamps fishing, they're having nice conversation, discussion interests, the Gator Boys and the other bugs

They had had pretty good luck today, as shows by the basket of fish sitting in the middle of their boat. Bug suddenly felt their fishing line hook onto something, they assumed it was a clump of seaweed or something to reeled it in to clear it and throw whatever muck it had caught back into the water

When they pulled it up they were initially a bit puzzled but when they saw the whole thing they realised the mortifying truth, it was a rotting corpse, a headless rotting corpse.

They pulled the body onto the boat and Chez looked down at it, at first he was concerned because...well who wouldn't be concerned at finding a corpse but then he took a closer look at the rotting body and realised something about it

The scars covering the bodies shoulders and sides, the partially disintegrated pouch stuck to it's side and the barely visible tattoo of a fox's silhouette on the top of their back...

Chester seemed mortified, he scurried to grab something from the pouch and what he pulled out confirmed his suspicions...a rusty pocket watch with the initials M.M carved into the back. He stares at the watch before mumbling to the other bug, not looking away from the watch

"Milo...this is my brother...Milo, he died years ago, I found his head but until now I'd not found the body..."

Your bugs reaction?

(This is how he finds out his brother wasn't killed by the half-bloods, cause the scars on the neck stump don't match those on his head (will write this later))

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@puffin-smoke you will never escape the angst now

#the bug army #bug army #gator boys #asking the bug army #answering :3

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driflew · 2 years ago

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beholden outlines and notes

i got a review on beholden yesterday who pointed out its been, yknow, well over a year since i updated the fic. obviously those of you following me here know ive been writing other stuff, and so it shouldn't come as a surprise that im not rlly planning to go back to working on it

why? other than getting into another fandom, i honestly just wasnt really happy w how the fic was turning out. i loved s1, but s2 i just wasnt liking as much. and as much as i was excited for how s2 (and the fic in general) would have ended, i just couldnt get myself to keep working and Get there. besides that, i started beholden on quarantine, and when class/work started up, i simply didnt have the time to write so much. beholden was already 70k. to finish would have probs doubled the length, and that's not time i could dedicate

as such, ive decided to post my outlines/notes for what the rest of beholden Would have been if id ever gotten to finishing it. this is, i guess, my final sendoff for beholden. here's every doc / outline i had guiding my writing of this fic

ill say in advance this fic was a mix of plotting and pantsing, so not everything in the outline is completely fleshed out. but the main beats are there, esp in scenes i was more confident about

...these also weren't meant to be viewed by anyone but me, so they might be sort of confusing/under-explained. il add a bit of commentary/context when i can

first, here's my detail on how the rest of season two would have gone:

NOV 3: Jordan Kennedy statement

toll his Knowing and rereading old statements

talk about Peter! self-isolation as a way to

1. Ready himself and his friends for his death, by not being too deeply attached,

2. Keep peter and elias’s attention on him rather than his assistants,

3. Get peter to agree to yeet any threats into the Lonely, to keep his marks low

Dust to Dust. michael shelley is there. implies jon might have known abt the tapes all along and they could very well be the secret??

does this implicate michael in gertrude’s murder

Tim and Martin have an argument at flat while the three of them are listening to tapes.

Jon has been guiding, but Tim worries he may be guiding Away from the truth (paranoid)

Martin worries Tim is so focused on finding Jon’s secret he’s getting distant from Jon.

They’ve been listening to tapes at Martin and Tim’s whenever possible.

martin’s tired of it! hes doing work at home basically, and tim’s kind of erratic now that hes got the idea in his head jon might be a monster. it worries martin too but he knows that even w the shit jon pulls he IS their friend

sasha’s gonna have. Thoughts abt the Michael thing as well, given Michael and Jon clearly have some kind of shared past / understanding

something something… Michael talks about a shared past, Jon about reverting the Change… they both worked with Gertrude…… Gertrude and Jon reverting “the Change”??

but what the fuck is the Change? what “changed”??? why did they need to undo it? why do only they remember it? do they need to prevent it from “changing” again?

could she talk to Michael?

WHERE DID THIS PLOT COME FROM

Group intervention,

Martin trying to make them stop being so suspicious of each other. Gearing up for the “if we were all happy would that be so bad” bit

DEC 1: Daisy drops by in place of Basira to give a statement / talk to tim. Jon half avoids this one bc 1, not feeding on a friend, 2, daisy will Kill him if hes noticeably not human (esp since she figured it out thru him changing in her dreams last time)

asks Tim about the nathaniel thorp statement. she wants to see it.

looked back into the guy. he wasn’t named nathaniel thorp, but its been a long time. she’s not about to rule out a fake name

JAN 7: Tessa Winters

WHAT HAPPENED IN CANON:

tim and jon argue

martin tells jon to fix shit w tim

not them encounter in the tunnels

talk to elias

JAN 25: Caroline Gorka

Jon takes this one. hungry

jons on his isolation arc

FEB 11: Maxwell Rainer raid

Feb13: Melanie statement 2

Tim bumps into in the library while researching and asks her abt what she’s been researching. she talks abt the notThem, and the table, and the statements Jon has given her copies of. Tim frowns and tell her that they know where the table is, it’s here, why would Jon lie about that… unless…? they decide fuck the library and fuck work and just leave

they do some research into jon’s past. Tim, Melanie, and Georgie go thru Georgie’s old pictures, but she doesnt have any (messy breakup… she got rid of most of it). talk abt the sudden personality change, etc.

Tim decides that he must have changed. they talk abt how there’s usually someone who can see the difference, and Tim decides that since it isn’t any of them, it must be someone else in the institute. he asks around about what people think Jonathan Sims looks like, and “rosie” pauses before describing a complete stranger. tall, close-cropped hair, broad shoulders. and then this strange short man came in and she assumed they must have fired Sims, since he really wasn’t qualified, and hired some other Jon…

and that’s it. that must be. jon’s dead and this thing replaced him.

Feb 16: axe to table

Tim calls Daisy, since she has experience killing these things. Melanie and Georgie decide to help—Melanie bc she was researching them, and Georgie bc that was her friend. Basira tags along too. Tim tells Martin and Sasha that they should come w him (without explaining), and to not tell Jon. rosie is more than happy to let them thru to artifact storage.

they all go, Tim explains that Jon is NOT Jon, and he’s going to prove it. then he turns around and puts an axe through the table

Jon shows up and is like. rosie wouldn’t let me in please tell me you didnt break the table. and Tim is like its too late, you bastard Jon-killer!

chaos.

dunno how this bit goes BUT

shouting match in which they both talk abt rosie, and Martin realizes that rosie has been replaced

daisy attacks Jon and he panics, sending her to the Lonely as per the deal w Lukas. thats a problem! but also this fic equivalent of the buried

notRosie attacks, and the rest of them escape. idk how. Jon gets them to the tunnels probably? barricades them in the archvies? they deal w notRosie somehow.

Jon has to come clean! its time t explain everything!

this might be a separate chapter. end on a cliffhanger and then in the new chapter Jon must explain….

new exposition dump chapter! here’s everything Jon has to explain (or not explain)

he is a time traveller, sort of, having sent his own memories back in time

he knew all of them (and daisy). all of them died. the world ended. he’s here to prevent it

probably toes the line between “it was my fault” and “im on your side.” yes he caused their deaths. no he doesnt want to cause them again. everything he’s done has been to stop those deaths from happening again.

explains he had to hide it because of Elias. probably explains how serious he is about this by explaining how he blinded himself to keep things from Elias and the Eye

…which leads him to explain shit like the Eye, the entities, the rituals, etc.

which is a great lead-in to the Unknowing!

stresses repeatedly that he’s being honest, he’s telling them a lot and he’s willing to admit everything, but keeps two things to himself: he and Martin dated, and he’s going to kill himself in the Unknowing

...and that would have been s2! i was really excited for the not-Jon thing, but never got to it.

anyway. i also had these two notes at the end of the doc as things to consider in my writing of jon's interactions with Sasha and Tim

“sasha is jon’s favorite, theyre probably comfortable with each other”

“jon’s got stronger memories / more memories of tim hating him than tim being his friend, thats gotta be weird for how he feels about tim”

speaking of Tim, i ALSO have a doc specifically for guiding tim's arc. sasha's arc was mostly me rolling with the punches and working with what i thought she might be able to figure out, but Tim i had the beats planned more directly

TIM PLOT OUTLINE

peter lukas props Isn't human, jon Is helping him

jon is doing other shady shit, helping michael (also not human)

jon is very pointedly guiding them towards the unknowing but not saying what he knows or why

research avatars and learn ppl can lose their humanity / become monsters.

combine melanie's info on ppl replaced, like the notThem

horrible conclusion: on either was human and isn't anymore, or really isn't jon. were they ever even friends with jon?

(worth noting: if Jon truly was replaced when his personality changed, then all their moments of being genuinely close came after that. the person he is close friends with is not Jon. its the thing that killed Jon. the realization he “never actually got to befriend Jon at all” is going to do weird things to his heart, im sure)

(remember the table? tim can compare notes having seen it w melanie, who has been looking into the notThem) (statement info plus it now being revealed

jon is hiding shit from melanie as well) maybe have georgie in here looking for polaroid images or tape recordings of jon from college, which she can't find. no way to confirm he is who he's supposed to be

basira and daisy.…... basira can tell tim and sasha she's sectioned and that daisy believes Jon isn't human

AS FOR THE REST OF THE FIC...

when i started writing beholden, i plotted out the entire fic. i did s1 in detail, and s2 and three in... not a lot of detail. when i started s2, i made a new doc and more detailed outline, which is what i showed above. as i never got to s3, the s3 outline is... not super in-depth. had i made it to s3, i would have fleshed it out more, but alas. anyway, here's what i had:

Everyone knows MOSTLY whats up.

There needs to be trust building! rights for jonmartin?

Jon plans to kill Elias after the Unknowing. Hes barely human, his friends are okay, and if they destroy the institute after his death, there shouldnt be any danger. In getting htem to trust him he accidentally forgets this means theyll be attached to him and wont Want him to die

elias now has to go on the offensive to get jon marked. Entities jon needs to be marked by still: buried, dark, desolation, end, flesh, hunt, lonely, slaughter, stranger, vast

At some point in this season, they have to find out what Jon’s real plan is

FEB 17: starts. Does anything need to go here? Jon isnt on the lam. I guess re-bonding. Since most of them thought he was guilty of murder. Less “heres the past i remember” and more direct talk on his actual plan (but vague on how he plans to do the actual killing). can explain that hes not any more human than elias is. Also that they cant just Kill Elias or else it will kill all of them, but jon has a plan (that he cant tell the others, bc elias can read minds! Thats def why he cant tell them the plan)

APRIL 24: jude perry. If Jon wont go to her, Elias probably needs to bring her to Jon… oof. I think Tim is gonna get hurt by the desolation.

Im putting the confrontation w elias here. Elias probably Knows what Jon is planning (or at least that hes planning to kill Jon, but not how) and Jon demands to know why the others are hurt. Learns Elias doesn need jon alive or to be The Archivist, it can be anyone, and elias isnt afraid to get a second one if he has to

APRIL 28: mike crew

...probably Simon this time, since Elias i think could get him to visit the MI anyway

Also I want to vaporize simon fairchild

Which i guess means jon avatar moments, which i want/need anyway

Unknown date: jon gets kidnapped by the stranger. Helen kills Michael simply bc i like Helen more. i will find real justification for this by the time i get here, probably

Coming back from being kidnapped is rough for jon bc he hasnt Known in a while or relied on his powers too much but, uh, hes starving

Assistants helping jon manage his inhumanity, which is uh… a tense issue, im sure. But theyre more sympathetic bc they like him more and also he did give up his humanity for them. having several anchors will make it all easier to manage

JUNE 29: is in the USA, is kidnapped by Trevor and Julia. Probably gets a Hunt injury here, since hes clearly not human,

I think the fact jon had to leave the country to do this alone for some reason right now while theyre preparing for the unknowing stuff raises questions. Why cant this wait until after elias is dead??

before the unknowing, Jon records a tape explaining that killing the archivist means everyone else will be freed from the institute, to be listened to after he kills himself in the unknowing. He lists elias’s weakness of being in the panopticon, mentions leitner in the tunnels may be able to lead them. its a goodbye tape, saying sorry for lying about this last thing, and this is sort of his penance for killing them and the world. he can die instead this time, satisfied with saving the rest of them and confident they can finish out the rest of saving the world now that hes helped them survive and given them the tools to take down Elias. fic equivalent of testament, i guess?

AUG 6: plant explosives at the wax museum. They dont actually have to detonate during the unknowing, since the ritual would fail anyway, so? They can probs just blow it up right before while the circus is in the building getting ready, without getting Strange

I think same crew as canon go. Since theyre not waiting for the actual event or anything and are going beforehand, these were the ppl who knew how to set up the bomb and all

Jon plans to tell them he’s on the other side of the building, watching for anything that might come out and escape to kill it. He’ll text tim when hes there and tell tim to detonate. (

Jon actually plans to go inside, sit down w a bomb, and tell tim to detonate w him inside. So he’ll die and they’ll be free to kill elias

(he still wants to give Tim the option to get revenge on the circus, and sort of Still feels like. yknow, if Tim detonated it on him once, it'll be fine to do it again)

(will be fun to have Tim and Jon talk afterwards abt how Tim feels about Jon planning to use Tim to kill himself)

Sasha listens to the tape Jon left, figures out its jon’s suicide note, and calls tim immediately to stop him from detonating. She doesnt listen to the whole thing, just like. enough to hear the tone of jon's voice and Realize. Tim and Basira go in to stop/help Jon

and thats season 3! as i said, not particularly fleshed out. it def needed a lot of work, and besides, i wanted to flesh it out more when i had written more of s1 and s2, since i think its easier to do once you know what's actually on your page. but. didnt happen, clearly.

...you might be looking at these bullets and thinking "wait, wasnt there a bullet point about sending daisy into the lonely at the end of s2? where did that plot go?" and the answer is: it didnt exist when i started plotting the fic, but it was added later. i hadn't yet fleshed it out fully, but it would have worked similarly to pulling daisy out of the buried. i hadn't yet decided when to pull her out or whether the person o do so would be Jon or Basira. Jon would have gone and had a similar moment as the coffin where they bonded over losing their humanity, while Basira it would have been similar to the s5 plot line in which Basira had to take a long hard look at the stuff she allowed daisy to pull (since, yknow, you need to See someone to find them in the Lonely). i hadn't got far enough to figure out the details, tho, but figuring out what to do with daisy was something i found... particularly tricky, considering her character

ANYWAY. in addition to all this, i had, uh, a whopping THREE bullet points for "season four," which was basically rolled into arc three

They need a new plan to kill elias and i have no fucking idea what that plan is

Nvm. gertrude was gonna blow up the institute so thats what jon will do. Hes strong enough to survive and everyone else will be able to w the institute gone

...burn employment contracts? So they dont all die?

...that was all.

another thing i had decided (but not written down) while working on s2, however, that i didnt want to do "season four" and that i wanted to end at the unknowing. my plan was that id figure out what to do when i got closer to the end and had more information on what had transpired in fic. i think my vague plan was essentially "once they find out Jon was going to sacrifice himself they make him Not and do some shit to take the Institute down in that moment, based in the idea of destroying the institute."

one thing i wanted to do what play around with the fact the eye canonically favors Jon over Elias/Jonag and the fact that the lives of the assistants are tied to Jon, and see about burning the institute to weaken jonah further. if Jon was more powerful/favored, perhaps he could supercede jonah's power and thus, when jonah died, the lives of the institute employees could be tied to Jon instead? or something? i wasnt sure, esp w Jon being less favorable/weaker in this fic than canon.

the ending bit i was excited for was the unknowing, and everything that came after was just sort of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

.....well! that's everything, i think! not all the way polished, but these were the ideas i had for how beholden would have gone. i also had two scenes half-written for the next chapter, and a random scene of flashbacks written on how the original cast died (written before daisy died in canon). i might post that as well, like, later

if you've read this far, thanks for still being interested in beholden! i cant express enough how grateful i am for all the support i received on this fic, including the fact that im receiving comments on it even now. it was a lot of fun to work on, even if i dont plan on finishing it. i hope seeing my notes, however patchy, helps you get a bit of closure on how this fic would have gone!

and, finally, if you'll allow me to be a bit silly: i love you, Beholden. sorry for never getting around to wrapping you up, but im so proud of you and grateful to you for existing. youre the most writing ive ever done in a single piece, and im thrilled to have you to show for how much i can get done if i really put my mind to it

#beholden #tma fanfic #...sorta. thats more an organizational tag #idea talk

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